Archive for November, 2008

By Gina Vivinetto

I’m sure Beatles fans everywhere breathed a sigh of relief when the Vatican announced recently that it had forgiven John Lennon for saying 40 years ago that the Beatles were more popular than Jesus Christ.

What a crock-of-shit media spin that was.


Lennon said in the spring of 1966 what many ordinary people say regularly nowadays: Jesus was all right, but his followers are a drag.

Here’s the exact quote:

“Christianity will go. It will vanish and shrink. We’re more popular than Jesus now – I don’t know which will go first, rock and roll or Christianity. Jesus was alright, but his disciples were thick and ordinary. It’s them twisting it that ruins it for me.”

But of course, idiotic journalists spun it to suit their needs and make a huge controversy out of it.

Here’s a not-quite-contrite Lennon a few months later explaining what he meant by the comment:

Lennon’s Jesus comment was also a critique of young people around the world putting more emphasis on the words of John Lennon than they did the teachings of Jesus Christ.

Now, the Roman Catholic Church, in its latest effort to appear less stodgy, has “forgiven” him, which is ironic because John Lennon’s music has done more to promote the ideas of universal peace, harmony, and love in the past 40 years than the church has done in its history.


By Trish Bendix

Barack Obama has won his place in the White House, so naturally, the next topic of discussion: What music will he be Barackin’ to at his inauguration?


Beyonce and her boo Jay-Z have already been secured, and rumor has it Britster Leona Lewis will also be on hand, but what about Obama’s hometown pride? Most media outlets and blogs have nominated a handful of Chicago-based artists (those recognized in the mainstream, anyhow) and they all look very similar:

Fall Out Boy
Kanye West
Smashing Pumpkins

One thing these dudes all have in common? Well, they’re dudes. (As of press time, D’Arcy still hadn’t rejoined the Pumpkins but that could certainly change at a moment’s notice. Also, Pete Wentz still counts as a dude, I don’t care how andrgynous your tween sister says he is.)

Jennifer Hudson would be a great Chicago pick, as she wowed with the National Anthem at Barack’s request for his accepting of the democratic party’s nomination. However, family issues might be keeping her out of comission as of now, and I can understand why it might seem insensitive to say, “Hey, Jen. Care to come croon for our country?”

Obama Music

Judging from Rolling Stone’s profile of the president elect, I can conclude that he might enjoy more dude performers, generally:

“…growing up, he listened to Elton John and Earth, Wind & Fire but that Stevie Wonder was his ultimate musical hero during the 70s. The Stones` track “Gimme Shelter” topped his favorite songs from the band. His selection also contained 30 songs from Dylan.”

However, there was also a mention of having Sheryl Crow on his iPod. Sheryl Crow, not from Chicago. (Sorry, Obama.)

So if he were to stay true to Chi-Town, he’d most likely be picking a singer-songwriter with a little pop-edge to their soul, and maybe someone over the age of 30. If he really wanted to get crazy, he could choose someone not only older, wiser and with some amazing chops, but with some civil rights history of her own.

How about Mavis Staples, Barack? I urge you to consider her. Her songs echo basically echo is campaign: “Have a Little Faith,” “We’ll Never Turn Back,” “Eyes on the Prize.” Beat that, Beyonce. Just try and follow one of those songs with “Bootylicious.”


One of the original Staples Singers, Mavis recently released a statement about Obama’s election, saying, “It is so surreal, so completely overwhelming. This young black man has inspired and brought the country together. There’s something about him that makes me feel he is the chosen one. There’s something about his leadership that makes people feel calm and safe.”

Someone get Mavis on the phone. (I bet she still has a 312 area code.)

And if all else fails, Sheryl Crow was born in Missouri. That’s close enough, right?

By Gina Vivinetto

Apartment Therapy is a lovely site featuring snapshots of beautiful homes and decor. Every once in a while the site tosses in a nutty, priceless piece like this one where they’ve dug through an old Life magazine and reprinted photos from an article showcasing the homes of parents of 1970s rock stars including Elton John, David Crosby, Eric Clapton and Grace Slick.

These were some of the era’s most flamboyant stars, so, naturally, it’s fun to see their parents’ utter normalcy.

Here are a few that I liked (click on any picture to enlarge):

Here’s Frank Zappa with mom and dad:


Elton John with his mum and step dad:


Grace Slick with her mom:


That nice, young man Eric Clapton with his grandmother:


David Crosby with his dad (the grandad of Melissa Etheridge‘s kids, when you think about it):


There are several more on the site. Click here to see the homes of the parents of Donovan, the Jackson 5, and others.

By Carrie Waite

Every Thanksgiving, after we gorge ourselves silly on turkey (or Tofurkey) and pumpkin pie and make our way to the bottom of the mashed potato mountain, we sit around and watch Christmas movies. Usually it’s Ralphie.

Sometimes it’s Rudolph and Hermie. Once in a while we’ll go with a more adult themed flic like Badder Santa (only the unrated version will do).  

But this year, we now have the ultimate Christmas movie for music nerds. It’s finally here. That movie you’ve been waiting for just like you waited for Return of the Jedi  when you were a kid. The Flaming Lips have released Christmas on Mars. And it’s freaking awesome. What else can I say? There’s a living space station partially made out of Cool Whip containers, super aliens and babies incubating outside of their mother’s wombs. And speaking of mothers…there’s quite the symbolic display of female body parts in there too. 

It does get a little gross once in a while, but it is really quite amazing for being filmed in Wayne Coyne’s back yard. The soundtrack’ll give you the best addition to your holiday mix tape, since the children singing from A Charlie Brown Christmas.

Go play the game if you haven’t gotten your copy of the Mega Deluxe Edition yet.

(from the Christmas on Mars Message Board )

Nov 22, 2008 / Joel
“That is really, really aggitating that I might have to wait another 30 DAYS!!!!! Every day since it was suposed to have been shipped has been the longest day of my life. And knowing that I might not have it for another month is just the worst feeling ever……..”

Don’t end up like a Joel. Order yours now!

By Carrie Waite

Rock n’ roller. Music geek. Audio file. I’m not really any of these things.  And don’t you ever fucking call me a hipster.  Scenester is nearly as criminal a term.  I’m just looking for a little inspiration, ya know?  That’s all.  Just a little.  I get it from music.  From my friends.  It’s cliche to say but it is my church.  The music,  the spirit,  the communal feeling.  And it’s got to be live music.  It’s got to be organic.  I’m sorry but your sorry ass MP3s and IPODs just don’t cut it for me.  I want the real thing.  

These moments of inspiration come in such small doses and oh so infrequently, that I had to figure out a way to capture them, put them in my pocket and take them home with me.  How can I make these little morsels of actual living last long enough, so as to get me through the cold, lonely, day to day rat race?  I’ll take a picture of it.  Make it last longer. Har. Har. 

As my introductory blog, I’ll give you a little sampling from when I first began taking pictures.  This picture of one of my all time favorite rock/punk bands, Nutrajet, was my first ever published photograph. It was Feb or March of 2002 for Weekly Planet aka Creative Loafing. Nutrajet were drummer, Jeff Wood, on the left, and guitarist/singer, Greg Reinel, aka Stainboy, on the right.  Their shows were raucous and rebellious and never ever predictable.  Jeff passed away last year after an agonizing struggle with brain cancer.  He gave it all, every show.  We miss you, Jeff.  You were THE Jeff Wood.  The only one.  

These are Jeff’s hands after a Nutrajet show at the Copper Rocket in Orlando.

So happy to be a sweaty bitch,

By Gina Vivinetto

You can kill a lot of time at Readers send in funny images of themselves staged with vintage vinyl album covers. (Yet another reason vinyl records are better than CDs).

Here are some of our favorites (click on any pic to enlarge):

Freddie Mercury:


Simon & Garfunkel (Look at the scarf! Such attention to detail):




John Lennon:


Bob Dylan:


You can do a search for your favorite albums, artists, or just browse the site. What a great idea!

By Gina Vivinetto

Are you on Myspace? Are you curious about Chinese Democracy, the new Guns N’ Roses album, but you don’t want to pay for it?


Good news, the band’s profile page is streaming it for free.

Axl Rose and his rotating cast of session musicians began recording this album 16 years ago – hey, that’s a year after Nirvana‘s Nevermind came out. Lots of things have changed since the early 1990s. For instance, here’s the baby from Nevermind’s cover now, his name is Spencer Elden and he’s 17:


I’m reminded of this, naturally, because Axl and Kurt got along so famously.

Give Chinese Democracy a listen and tell us what you think. Was it worth the wait?

Today’s fake band names

Posted: November 26, 2008 by ginavivinetto in Deborah Frost, music

By Deborah Frost


* Shiva for Snowy

Now you add more.

By Gina Vivinetto

Mark your calendars, rock ‘n’ rollers for Rockrgrl Day at the Institute of Musical Arts in Goshen, Ma. on Dec. 6.

Rockrgrl Day is an all-day symposium organized by Carla DeSantis, editor of the groundbreaking Rockrgrl magazine. It’s a day of sharing ideas and networking for anyone interested in pursuing a career in the music industry during these economically bleak times.

The event kicks off at 10:30 am with DeSantis interviewing keynote speaker Robin Lane (Robin Lane and The Chartbusters, A Woman's Voice).

The rest of the day includes the following panels:

1-2:30: Are the Glory Days of the Music Industry Behind Us?
Moderator: Ann Hackler, (IMA Executive Director). Panelists: Nini Camp (musician), Liz Borden (DJ) and Norma Coates (professor, Media Studies)

2:45-4:15: How To Make a Living In Tough Economic Times
Moderator: Emily Lichter (Public Emily management/promotion). Panelists: Brooke Primont (Cherry Lane Publishing), Kudisan Kai (vocalist/ teacher Berklee) and Kristin Bredimus (promoter/NEMO/BMA)

4:30-6:00: Tomorrow: What Will A Career In Music Look Like?
Moderator: Leah Kunkel (artist/attorney). Panelists: Beth Tallman (VP Rykodisc), June Millington (musician/producer/IMA cofounder) and Marci Cohen (music journalist).

The event costs $75 for adults, $50 for students.

For more information, or to register, go to Rockrgrl Day at IMA.

By Cherie Currie

Legalizing gay marriage will ensure children will be educated on the fact that they are NORMAL if they are attracted to the same sex. Hell, it may not seem normal to some of you folks, but to me? We all — I don’t care who you are — have pondered that idea at one time or another. I have swung both ways, as they say, a few times in my life and I’m GLAD I DID! I am glad I gave myself the chance to find out who I am.

Feeling different and acting on it can be devastating to a younger person. But guess what?! It’s NORMAL!!! That’s right people!! It’s just a part of growing up, learning who you are! This is the time for change. The time to get your head out of the frigging sand and face up to life.

So many of my best friends are lesbian and gay. To hell if I’m going to think they are different. Anyone who wants to stop people from getting married because of gender is an ignorant fool and worst of all scared. Fear stops the best things from happening. Acceptance is the key to all our problems today.

I pray that schools start educating our children, like, “Guess what? If you are attracted to the same sex, that’s okay. You are not crazy. There is no need to hide, no need to hang yourself, take that overdose, use daddy’s gun that you found under the mattress. You are accepted. You will be treated as every human being should be, with respect, dignity and love!”


If you’re that frightened about change, maybe you’ve had some inner desires for the same sex and feel ashamed or you’re just too ignorant and selfish to live and let live? For those out there that voted Yes on Proposition 8 in California, I feel sorry for you. Worse yet: I feel sorry for your children that have to live under fear.

Marriage is about LOVE and COMMITMENT! Nothing more, so GET A GRIP!

I’m sure I’ll get some hate mail on this one, so BRING IT ON, BABY!! I’m ready to fight!

America is supposed to be The Land of the Free and the Home of The Brave!

Be brave, so we can all be free!

Cherie Currie was the lead singer of The Runaways. She’s a professional musician, actress, author, and one of the few women in America who create chainsaw art. She writes Cherie Currie’s Guide to Life because she loves you.

By Stephanie Koppel

Can you imagine going to a Stones show without getting any “Satisfaction”? How about an Aretha show with no “Respect”? And even if you can’t stand the song—or the singer—you’d probably be a little annoyed if Amy Winehouse did a gig without checking into “Rehab.”

Warrant lead singer, Jani Lane, once said in a VH1 interview: “I could shoot myself in the fucking head for writing [“Cherry Pie”].”

Artists like Lane are aggravated that their careers become entirely defined by a hit song. But if he didn’t write it—or make that equally cheesy video with the hot model who he would later marry—no one would even be talking about his band nearly two decades later.


Go and approach any random ten people on the street, mention the name Joan Jett, and I bet at least half of them will bring up “I Love Rock ‘n Roll.” And how could they not? It topped the Billboard charts for two straight months in 1982 and essentially launched Jett’s solo career. And she’s still performing it live (along with the rest of her hits) over 25 years later.


A few years ago, I sat through soul singer India.Arie’s two hour set, waiting patiently for two of her hit singles (“Brown Skin” and “Video”). She didn’t do either of them. Keep in mind that “Video” had been nominated for four Grammys three years earlier. It’s only her biggest fucking song. The audience didn’t seem too disturbed. I watched as they rose to give her a standing ovation and I was outraged.

The only thing worse than cutting a hit is when a performer butchers their hits. Just last week I witnessed Kenny Lattimore do a HOUSE version of one my favorite R&B songs. Do I even need to explain? It was utterly horrifying.

But back to Joan Jett. “I Love Rock ‘n Roll” is an anthem. As soon as she plays the opening chords, the energy of the crowd completely changes. Everyone leaps to their feet, pumps their fists and sings along. Anyone who buys a ticket to her show expects to hear it. Joan knows this and she’s not a performer who’s going to disappoint. Though some of her die-hard fans see the song as a cue for bathroom break (but that’s another story).

I’m one of the fans who lives for the big finish and for the popular songs.

But how do you feel?

Tittyshakers: Home of the Sleazy Sound is where you’ll find everything you need to know about the saucy 1950s jazz music that women in old movies always disrobed to.


In the author’s words:

“The roots of tittyshaker can be traced back to 50’s America where in major cities through to backwater shacks and pit-stop bars the juke box would be wailing out sleazy, lo-down and dirty rock n’ roll or equally gritty Jazz music to provide the rhythm for a neighbourhood girl to get up on stage to entertain the locals by performing a striptease, commonly she would only go down to her lingerie, the emphasis was on the dance and the tease.”

Yes, the site has a history of the genre – and pictures of naked women! Go!

Here are links to two recent interviews with rock critic, musician, and Sweaty Bitch contributor Deborah Frost:


The first is Deborah’s spotlight interview in the “Women Who Rock” section of Life, Words, Rock ‘N’ Roll and the second is a recent chat with Blizz of Rock where Deborah’s band the Brain Surgeons were chosen as Artist of the Week!

Congrats, Deborah. We’re throwing up devil horns in your honor.

In honor of our newest blogger Cherie Currie, we’re reminding you to put her old band The Runaways in the Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame:


Sign the petition!

By Deborah Frost

Yesterday, Saudi Arabia, today Santa Monica!

You know what no one really wants to say– the subtext of all this mishegoss, if you will– is that there IS no news that is fit to print! It would probably make more sense– from the business cost-effective side, anyway– for the Times to shut down all the printing presses (they’re so un-GREEN, anyway) & they can sell the spots where recycled paper would ordinarily stack up before being shipped to China to all the unsold Mercedes (not to mention private jets) that desperately need parking, they can bring back all reporters from places you get blown up or shot at (which no one likes, anyway– and as it is, you have a better chance at looking at the big johnsons in some locker room than going where it’s too dangerous to actually report any story) and put them all to work as salespeople when they turn that big Renzo Piano building into a nice showroom for the Isaac Mizrahi signature handbags and other chazerai they’re so busy selling!

As for me, MY new career is going to be as a LIFE COACH giving seminars to writers (of course the music critics will all get first dibs, given my own special bias and old times’ sake)
teaching and re-training them with necessary life skills–like how chic French ladies might prefer knots tied in their Mizrahi designer scarves!! I may also have a sideline as a business consultant if I don’t give away all of my great ideas for free right here this minute — like, as soon as those orange bags that, from the insert the other day which I was so PRIVILEGED to see, given that I may eventually be the last remaining girl in New York to still have that rag delivered to my doorstep (nostalgia being high up there among my many hobbies)…Anyway, when that LIMITED edition of 600 is snapped up or carted directly off to Costco-if not the sidewalk of Times Sq– they should call up Tommy Hilfiger and/or Ralph–they can probably give them all a nice break on ad pages, too-in return for all the free crap– and have them translate THEIR visions, or whatever it is they have when they approve the designs people who can actually draw then have whipped up in 3rd world factories into Times-logo’d chatchkys.

Frankly, I’m DYING to know what a NY Times— or Village Voice, for that matter– designer perfume might possibly smell like– and if there is ANY justice in the world, I will hopefully be able to spritz some on myself and/or my loved ones in time 4 Xmas!!

Legendary rock music critic Deborah Frost is the leader of the Brain Surgeons.

By Gina Vivinetto

Just in time for the holidays, aging punk rockers (and newbies who wanna know) can buy each other this big, fat coffee table book about The Clash, pioneers of British punk rock and one of the most intelligent, socially conscious bands of all time. Not to mention a band unparalleled in its musical adventurousness. Reggae beats? Dub? British white boys rapping? Why the hell not?


The best part is the tome was put together by the band itself – which is a marvel considering ol’ dead Joe Strummer ascended to heaven in ’02.

The book includes tons of images from the official Clash archives like tour posters, never-before-seen photos, and artwork. The band’s history is told by the members themselves in a collection of interviews. And yes, Strummer’s voice is all over it. It would not be a Clash book without him.

By Gina Vivinetto

“Is it harder for women in the industry in general? Definitely. I was trying to make a case for Madonna the other day, saying that she’s to be admired for her longevity in a genre that has mostly been for younger acts. Men are able to sustain a career into their 50s and 60s and still present themselves as sex symbols. With women on the other hand, people say, ‘Why doesn’t she retire?’ It’s just so unfair. So I have to give props to Madonna.”

— folk singer Tracy Chapman in The Guardian.

Amen, Tracy. This is a subject that fascinates my friends (including many gay boys) and me. Why do people say Madonna, at 50, is too old to be a pop star? Is the cut-off age different for a woman? Look at 65-year-old Mick Jagger, 67-year-old Bob Dylan, and 61-year-old Elton John. All of those guys are admired for continuing to make music and tour.

Madonna’s vilianized for it.


I once read a review (written by a man) of a No Doubt show that suggested Gwen Stefani at 35 (when this was written), was too old to sing “Just A Girl.”

Have men also determined the age when a woman can no longer identify herself as a girl?

Does it go both ways?

Should Roger Daltrey no longer sing “I’m A Boy”? He dusts of his creaky old bones every few years and tours. Should we tell him to stop? He’s 64.

This notion, that it’s embarrassing for older women to continue to perform and make music, is so ingrained in our culture. I can’t tell you how many comments I’ve heard about how “gross” Madonna is for continuing to package herself as a sex symbol now that she’s hit the big 5-0.

Which is funny, because she looks like she could be Mick Jagger’s daughter. Not that it should matter.

You got an opinion on this?

Flush the word turds, babe

Posted: November 25, 2008 by ginavivinetto in music, rock criticism


Eleven years ago, I landed a fun job as a copy editor for an alt-newsweekly.

It was at that fun little indie paper, which later became an un-fun corporate-owned paper, that I began writing about music.

When I was a newbie, the music editor at the time farmed out CD reviews. He was very confident in his abilities and had no qualms about making my words sound like his. To make matters worse, he pigeonholed me as the “middle of the road indie-alternative girl” — basically, I was stuck reviewing the boring bands no one else wanted to tackle.

I will say that he helped me tighten up my writing and expand my knowledge base, but he also instilled very annoying music critic-ese that make me feel uncomfortable with myself. It was almost like I had to shower after a deadline sometimes.

I internalized his voice. I started using words like “conjured.” I still catch myself using that stupid word. It’s so Goth-geeky. Really, now. “conjure.” It reeks of stale patchouli and Wiccan B.O.

So, the goal is to establish a Word Turd Fund. We’d set up a PayPal account, and if you as a music writer — whether you’re blogging or submitting a full-length feature to Magnet — catch yourself using certain forbidden foppish, obtuse and hackneyed words or constructions, you should have to contribute to the Word Turd Fund.

A music review should read like a recommendation from your fun-as-shit, smart-as-shit and well-meaning friend.

Playing CAPTCHA with folks’ heads ain’t no way to go about it, and we’re going to start getting our laxatives out fortwith … wait, is that one? Oops, I let a squeaker out.

Here’s a start:

Invoke: Like “conjure,” this word should never be used unless you’re joking about demons or John Edward.

Fuck your verbose anecdotal lead: Who are you impressing with that story about an old bluesman who took a piss next to Johnny Cash? Who, huh? If we wanted a history lesson, we’d watch American Experience on PBS. Most people don’t want to read the first bit of opinion four paragraphs in. We have munchies waiting in the fridge, and they aren’t going to microwave themselves!

Everyone’s been introduced: So, please, for the love of Jesus Lizard, stop telling us about the time so and so meets so and so. Saying T-Rex meets T-Pain meets Tammy Wynette doesn’t say a whole hell a lot about a band’s true artistic vision. It’s a lazy shortcut … though I’m suddenly intrigued by my fictitious construct. … Anyway, regardless, this is a hard one, I know. We’ve all been guilty of it, but *breathe* reword.

Conjunctive-itis: Please stop with the fancy coordinating conjunctions like “hence,” “thusly” and other linkage hooha.

TRANS-rendered: People really get bored with using practical bread-and-butter verbs, so they will employ a nifty action word implying change or movement. Often, those words begin with the prefix “Trans” — like “transcend” or “transport.” I just read “transmute.” What the fuck. I’m not really sure what that means. I can kinda guess. … Is that a three-way involving the speech-impaired?

By Gina Vivinetto

Former angry young man Elvis Costello will debut his new one-hour talk show Spectacle: Elvis Costello with… on the Sundance channel December 3. I know, it’s hilarious to picture Elvis chatting up famous rock stars. Take it from someone who’s interviewed him: Elvis is an effin’ mumbler.


Mr. Costello’s first guest will be Sir Elton John, who also serves as the program’s executive producer. The projected schedule of guests:

12/3: Elton John
12/10: Lou Reed + Julian Schnabel
12/17: Bill Clinton
12/24: James Taylor
12/31: Tony Bennett
1/7: The Police
1/14: Rufus Wainwright
1/21: Kris Kristofferson, Rosanne Cash, Norah Jones, John Mellencamp
1/28: Renée Fleming
2/4: Herbie Hancock
2/11: She & Him, Jenny Lewis, Jakob Dylan
2/18: Diana Krall
2/25: Smokey Robinson

Here’s hoping keyboardist Herbie Hancock doesn’t remind Elvis (and his audience) of that famously off-the-cuff and off-color comment Elvis made years ago about Ray Charles being “a blind ignorant n*****.”

By Gina Vivinetto

I ain’t gonna front: I lifted this right off the fab blog Gaytriarchy, whose resident homo made a delightful video of all the indie rock and hipster celebrity cameos on Nickelodeon’s brilliant The Advenutires of Pete & Pete. Look for Iggy Pop, Juliana Hatfield (as the Lunch Lady, remember?), mail carrier Ann Magnuson, Debbie Harry, Janeane Garofalo and Patty Hearst, among others.

Big bonus points for those of you who can spot the rest of the stars:

Okay, so tell us, who did you spot?

By Gina Vivinetto

Carrie Brownstein, former guitarist for Sleater-Kinney, reviewed Wii Music for Slate, deciding, ultimately, that the game falls short. Carrie writes:

“(T)he game doesn’t go far enough; despite exalting creativity, you still feel more like an audience member than a band member—on the sidelines, watching yourself on-screen, where it seems like you’re having more fun. The game shows you a fantastical sonic world but falls short of letting you invent your own.”

Yeah, but this is from someone who’s used to doing this:


Carrie previously reviewed Rock Band for the site, deciding it, too, was lame.

I don’t know. I think the trick with games like Wii Music and Rock Band is to suck at music in real life. If you can’t play decent guitar, you’re satisfied just making noise along to Billy Idol’s “White Wedding.” Right? Although my musical ineptitude IRL translates to my game play. The one and only time I played Rock Band, I was in a department store trying out the demo game. As soon as I started, two little kids, brother and sister, came up and watched me. I was not good. They seemed embarrassed for me. When I was finished, I turned to walk away and the little girl said, “Nice try.” Did I detect sarcasm? I had no idea I still had the capacity to be intimidated by children.

I’m sure some of the other Sweaty Bitches, with all their musical prowess, can let me know if Wii Music is less fun than actual “axe-weildin.'” Anyone?

How about you?

Get ready for Sweaty

Posted: November 25, 2008 by ginavivinetto in gender stuff, music, rock criticism

Hello and welcome. On behalf of the Sweaty Bitches of Rock ‘N’ Roll (SBORR), we thank you for choosing our fun, decidedly non-academic forum to peruse. We know you could pick any blog and you chose us. For that we say, “Mazel tov!”

We intend to have good times here. We’re also going to pitch fits, have bitch sessions, and ridicule people.

You can join in on the hijinks by leaving comments.