A modest library of music-related topics, essays, humor, and interviews
Monday, January 2, 2017
For the Birds (and Goodwill Bins): Cock Robin
At the height of the 1980s cock rock phenomenon emerged cocks of a different feather, the inimitable, though short-lived synth-pop sensation COCK ROBIN. Owing nothing to the sausage fest sounds of Hollywood's Sunset Strip, this American band had to cross the Atlantic to achieve cock stardom. And achieve it they did, if only for a boner's duration.
I've written lots of words (some of them good even) on the subject of music for more than a decade. Among the esteemed publications to feature my byline are The Spokesman-Review, The Seattle Post-Intelligencer, Matte, Backfire, Revolver and The Rocket--where I was Managing Editor and Editor from 1998-2000. I don't write as much or as often as I should, so don't come knocking for new content every day. But stop by periodically for some new, original writings and a whole host of mildewy works from my archives.
Please note: This blog is kind of my digital playground, a place to test out ideas, explore random thoughts, or invent dumb, fictional (and sometimes funny) stories about real musicians or recordings. In other words, don't take what you read here too seriously.
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