Today, after I filed my taxes, a bird peed on me. That’s twice I was pissed on in less than 24 hours.
Recently, I saw Napalm Death play New York City. They were opening for DevilDriver, so the audience wasn’t exactly full of fans of the long-running British death-metal/grindcore group.
I went to see Japanese ambient-sludge-metal-whatever rockers Boris at New York’s Knitting Factory the other night.
Last week I saw the always-impressive Henry Rollins do a spoken-word show at Brooklyn’s Warsa
