Twenty years ago, I drew the first batch of Bands I Useta Like strips.
Twenty years ago.
Twenty years ago, I drew the first batch of Bands I Useta Like strips.
Twenty years ago.
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Filed under Bad Influences, Comix Classic & Current, Don't Know Don't Care, Girls of BIUL, Magazine Rack, Thousand Listen Club
Tagged as 1990s, 1995, 1998, 2018, American Recordings, Bob Dylan, breasts, David Reilly, electro-industrial, God Lives Underwater, Grateful Dead, Janet Jackson, Jeff Turzo, Jewel, Kurt Cobain, MAD magazine, Man, MTV, Paula Cole, Pennsylvania, Rick Griffin, Rolling Stone, Stanley Mouse, Taylor Swift, The Cult, Victor Moscoso, women
Somehow, in 1987, I convinced my father to drive me to a joke shop in Paterson, New Jersey.
The name of the place escapes me; it was unremarkable, something like “[X] Joke & Novelty”. Three years later, hunting for liquor and without proper ID, my friends and I were chased away from this very same area by a man swinging a chain over his head. Alongside Newark and Camden, Paterson is one of Jersey’s finest hellholes.
So getting my dad to drive me out there for gag items was quite the coup. I wanted a realistic fake faucet that could be attached to the forehead. I got much, much more. Continue reading →
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Tagged as 1980s, 1987, Billy Crystal, Camden, Christopher Guest, comedy, Epic Illustrated, Harry Shearer, Heavy Metal, It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia, laughter, Martin Short, Men In Black, New Jersey, New York, Newark, novelties, Paterson, Pennsylvania, Ridgewood, Saturday Night Live, Take The Money And Run, Vincent D'Onofrio, Woody Allen
From 1989 to 1992, all anyone knew of Nine Inch Nails was prettyhatemachine. Your opinion of that one album was your opinion of Nine Inch Nails.
Before Broken, NIN’s sophomore EP, you could be forgiven for thinking Trent Reznor was the heir apparent of electronic Goth, following the dark path of Joy Division and Depeche Mode. Reznor was the scion of a venerable HVAC company (founded 1888!), and probably spent much of his young life in the presence of gigantic, droning machines. “Industrial” was already wired into his veins.
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Tagged as 120 Minutes, 1989, 1990, 1990s, 1992, 1994, Adam Ant, alternative music, Bands I Useta Like, Charles Manson, Coil, depression, despair, DEVO, electro-industrial, electronica, Gaspar Noe, goth, Henry Rollins, hidden tracks, Irreversible, John Balance, metal, MTV, music, New Jersey, Nothing Records, parental advisory labels, Pennsylvania, Pigface, pre 9/11, Sharon Tate, suicide, synthpop, Trent Reznor, TVT
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