As it’s allegedly Summer, here’s a bit of Christmas cheer from last year’s Classic Rock magazine. Merry Christmas!
It was Christmas Eve and Ebenezer Doherty was ripped to the tits on heroin again. His assistant, young Mr. Willoughby, had spent all day mopping up his employer’s shit and wasn’t exactly full of Christmas cheer. (more…)
I recently wrote this bugger for Classic Rock. Herr Rowley ummed and aaared about it, then rejected it hands down (because he despises me). Anyway, I thought it was alright and maybe you will too …
Waters Torture
Listening to four Roger Waters solo albums in a row isn’t something I’d heartily recommend. Indeed, I would argue that listening to four Roger Waters albums in a row is the least pleasure a listener can scrape from a musical experience outside of finding oneself kidnapped and forced at gunpoint to sit in the front row of a Cheeky Girls concert where they’re ‘trying out new material’. Listening to four Roger Waters albums in a row leaves you feeling bitter and resentful and ill-at-ease with your fellow man … in short, it makes you feel like Roger Waters. (more…)
