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Punk Rock/Videogame Roundup

Written by George Tabb on February 11, 2003. Posted in Posts

Out SOON on Acetate Records is a new album called The Good, the Bad, the Ugly by Sonny Vincent. When I read the sticker on the CD cover that said "Featuring Punk Legends," I have to admit I got a little scared. I mean, come on, people like Scott Asheton, Captain Sensible, Richard Lloyd, Wayne
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Q&A w/Dean Dean and the Sex Machines

Written by George Tabb on January 7, 2003. Posted in Posts

As a longtime roadie/driver/babysitter for New York’s legendary punk band, Blanks 77, I got to know Dean Digaetano a few years back. As he recently reminded me, we first met the night one of the Lunachicks had thrown me up against a wall, held me there by my neck and told me she was going
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Punk Rock Record Roundup

Written by George Tabb on August 20, 2002. Posted in Miscellaneous, Posts

"What’s he barking at?" asks Wendy, as P.J., our Yorkshire terrier, is screaming at the top of his little lungs. "He knocked over the pile of punk rock CDs, again," I explain. "You really have to put those away," says Wendy, as P.J. continues to bark loudly, "and while you’re at it, maybe you can
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Rock for Daddy, Baby

Written by George Tabb on June 25, 2002. Posted in Miscellaneous, Posts

"That wasn’t so bad," I tell Wendy as we exit the Continental airplane that just flew us from Newark to Portland, OR. Wendy just stares at me. "Okay," I admit, "there was some turbulence." Wendy stares harder. "Well, P.J. did kinda bark under the seat in front of us," I concede. "How would you know?"
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Party at Sammy’s Roumanian

Written by George Tabb on June 11, 2002. Posted in Miscellaneous, Posts

"That’s what the band Cracker calls him as well," says my friend L.P. as we discuss our mutual friend and lawyer–plus birthday boy–seated at the table’s end. "He really is Broadway Danny Rose," I say to L.P. "When I first met him I bet he represented only skating penguins and sad clowns. And maybe talking
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Punk Rock Gangsta

Written by George Tabb on April 9, 2002. Posted in Miscellaneous, Posts

"Did they like your ping-ping?" asks Wendy as I stumble in the door around 7:30 a.m. "My what?" I say as P.J., my Yorkshire terrier, barks furiously at me, telling me not only that I’m super-late coming home from The Motherfucker party, but that I smelled like booze and tobacco and to top it off
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Jello Biafra, My Pussy Friend

Written by George Tabb on February 26, 2002. Posted in Miscellaneous, Posts

Jello Biafra is a pussy. And I say this even though I kind of consider the guy a friend. But after watching what the ex-lead singer of the Dead Kennedys has been up to for the last few years, I believe this now more than ever. Recently, I received in the mail a bunch of
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Joey Ramone’s Swan Song

Written by George Tabb on February 5, 2002. Posted in Miscellaneous, Posts

When I got an advance copy of Joey Ramone’s new CD a chill went down my spine. When I saw the promo sheet that came with it, giving me the history of the Ramones and of Joey, I quickly tore it up and threw it away. Who the fuck did they think they were sending
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Punk Rock Jihad, with My Head on the Mars Bar

Written by George Tabb on January 8, 2002. Posted in Miscellaneous, Posts

"Geeeee-hod! Geeeee-hod!" yells this insanely loud voice, as my forehead lies firmly on the hand-carved wooden trim of the bar at Mars. "Geeee-hod!" it repeats over and over as I try to keep my eyes closed as tight as possible, and also keep all the Jose Cuervo, Rolling Rock and vodka and cranberry down below
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Me and My Dog During Wartime; Reviews

Written by George Tabb on October 23, 2001. Posted in Miscellaneous, Posts

P.J. sneezed as I first put a Red Cross dust and particle mask over my face, then one over his. Within seconds, my 8-pound Yorkshire terrier tried violently to shake it off his face. But it wasn’t going anywhere. I made it real tight. Ever since the morning of Sept. 11, every time he, Wendy
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