Entries from June 2007 ↓

The next generation of GaragePunk.com is a social network called The Hideout… kinda like GaragePunk.com’s own little Myspace, if you will. It’s got everything the site could possibly need, and what it doesn’t have we can probably add pretty easily since it’s open source. Just like Myspace, bands can join and upload MP3s and customize profiles with CSS and all that. There’s even a podcast player there and the RSS feed from the playlists delivers those there, too. There’s a forum for discussions and events listings (shows, festivals, parties, whatever), a place to upload video, groups, blogs, etc. I’m hoping most of our current forums users migrate over there (my plan is to have this completely replace the antiquated forums at some point) but I’m afraid we may lose some people due to the fact that this sort of thing is pretty new and a lot of our forum users are pretty old-school when it comes to the Web. I guess time will tell if it’ll be successful or not.

There’s a link to it from the GaragePunk.com blog now, too. Please check it out.

So, I guess if Wikipedia deletes it, then it doesn’t exist, right? I mean, certainly it’s not a legitimate style or sub-genre of rock’n'roll. Why else would they completely remove the page? If you’re in a garage punk band, you must simply cease to exist! *Poof*

Read more about it here:
http://www.garagepunk.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=31227

Wikipedia needs to get a fucking clue, especially this “Anthony Bradbury” moron. And I’m hoping all fans of garage punk rock’n'roll will help send that message to them. Click here for the talk page. They didn’t even leave an explanation as to why they deleted it!

Thanks.

Yeah, that’s right. I’ve got my own page on WikiLou now. Thanks heaps to Doc Detroit for doing that. I’ll be sure to remember you in my will.

Now, someone needs to put Bill Streeter on there.

But DAMN there was a lot of rain… muddy, too. But I got to go 4-wheelin’ on Sunday with Chris. That was great!

And our tent fucking ROCKS. Best tent I’ve ever owned… in fact, it’s probably the best tent I’ve ever SEEN.

I just discovered this morning that they also got my COIN COLLECTION. It was in a wooden box on a shelf in my closet. That really hurts… lots of sentimental value, there. I’d collected those coins since I was a kid, and in fact inherited a lot of them from my dad. There were hundreds of coins in there, too. None of them were all that rare or valuable… the most valuable one was an 1884 silver dollar that might’ve been worth $20 or $30. A 1964 mint set I had was worth about the same amount, but I’m sure all of the coins combined totalled well over a thousand bucks. This fuckin’ sucks ass, as insurance considers this “money” which they max out coverage on at just $200. Fuck.

Well, I’m now iPodless. So’s my wife. And Bill even lost one of his video iPods and his dock that we had borrowed to watch episodes of Lost that he’d downloaded from iTunes. Someone waltzed into our house sometime today, put our dog in the bathroom (with a bone) and proceeded to burglarize our house. Three iPods, a cider jar full of loose change, our digital camera, a Sony minidisc player, my (broken) iron cross biker watch, my wedding ring that was too tight for my finger, and I think that’s it… we haven’t noticed anything else missing yet. A St. Louis city cop and a crime lab officer came (got there very quickly, actually, and were very helpful), dusted for prints and got a couple of good ones off of my computer (where they’d disconnected my iPod) and the glass jar. Obviously they could have gotten a lot more, but it looks like they (he/she/whoever) were looking for small stuff they could easily carry out the door… money, guns, jewelry (luckily most of my wife’s is just costume jewelry!), small electronics and valuables. I think our front door hadn’t latched properly when my wife left for work. It’s a tricky (old) door that you have to make sure you really pull shut, or the lock won’t engage, so whoever it was was probably able to just push the door open and come on in… and they had to either be familiar with our dog, or know dogs in general. Anyone that lives in our neighborhood knows our dog, and knows she’s not ferocious (golden retriever, go figure).

We’ve only been burglarized once before, and that was our apartment in Kansas City in 1993.

What worries me most is whoever did this now knows exactly what we possess… and may return. It’s doubtful, but the probability remains. Most of the time, they won’t. And they’re usually just looking for the small stuff, but it still makes you feel very uneasy.

Anyway, be careful out there. Make sure your doors & windows are always locked tight when you leave, and keep your eyes out for suspicious characters.

And if anyone sees someone wearing my watch, let me know.

A bunch of friends of ours get together once a year and go camping for a weekend out in the woods. It’s called “B.U.T.T.” (an acronym for “Bored Urban Transient Tour”), and this is our 17th annual campout. This year we’re headed to a private spot owned by one of our friends’ family along the Meramec River near Robertsville, Missouri (about an hour outside of town). It’s always a lot of fun and a great way to spend time with people we don’t get to spend time with much anymore (hectic schedules, distance, careers, kids, etc.). Plus, we’ve got a new two-room tent (Cougar Flats by Columbia - sleeps EIGHT!) that we’ll be setting up for the first time. It’s a really nice one that we got on sale at Uncle Sam’s military outlet store last fall. Anyway, we’re really looking forward to getting away from the hustle & bustle of the city for a couple of days.