Rock is dead, long live rock
- The Who
I'll never forget where I was or what I was doing when I first heard of The Cramp. The year was 1984. I was eighteen and camped out at home in my African-jungle-by-way-of-Sears-bedecked bedroom, thumbing through Rolling Stone...
3 Comments | Posted October 6, 2011 | 11:05 AM (EST)
As a small-town gay kid, I knew to search for signs to point me in some kind of direction out of my airless, closeted existence because there was no map to follow, no promise that it gets better. By the age of 5, I knew I had something I needed...

Posted October 27, 2011 | 11:42 AM (EST)