Photo: David WaldmanFucked Up, Mustangs & Madras, Guns N Rosa Parks
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Larimer Lounge
Better than: The G.G. Allin documentary.
Right off the bat let's dispense with two things. One: Fucked Up is an
awful name for a band. Two: If you are going to name your band Fucked
Up, timidity is not going to be one of your strong points. Now that
that's out of the way, let's flash forward to the present where
Wednesday night, the Larimer Lounge hit a home run by pairing Canada'
All right, so if you're racking your brain trying to think of things to get us for our birthday or whatever, stop. Here's what we want. Floorside seats to the Nuggets on Monday night? Naw. A 1987 Honda CRX? Eh-eh. We want a toy, this toy, in fact, a GG Allin bobblehead. What do you mean, how old are we? Yes, we know it's riddamndiculous. That's kind of the point here. The mere notion of punk's most infamous iconoclast being immortalized in hard plastic, replete with blood spatters on his forehea
As I've mentioned once or twice in this blog, I occasionally DJ around town, under a pseudonym. I use a pseudonym because I want to make it clear that Eryc Eyl, the DJ, operates in a musical universe that is completely different from the one inhabited by Eryc Eyl, the music critic. We are, in some ways, separate individuals. My deejaying has very little to do with my writing. It's an outlet for a completely different relationship with music. I rarely play the hippest, hottest underground re
