There is no question that the brief span between 1992-1994, quite literally, changed my life. Sandwiched right in the middle is the year 1993. That's when things got serious. I was no longer the only kid trying to dig into the world of heavy music. There were a number of us, and allowances and lunch money would not be spared. It really didn't matter if I had the money to buy an actual album, I could always swindle a blank Memorex, Sony, or Maxell (among others) cassette tapes to dub whatever ...
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There is no question that the brief span between 1992-1994, quite literally, changed my life. Sandwiched right in the middle is the year 1993. That's when things got serious. I was no longer the only kid trying to dig into the world of heavy music. There were a number of us, and allowances and lunch money would not be spared. It really didn't matter if I had the money to buy an actual album, I could always swindle a blank Memorex, Sony, or Maxell (among others) cassette tapes to dub whatever ...
Episode X - The Psycho Las Vegas That Didn't Happen
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Episode X - The Psycho Las Vegas That Didn't Happen
Welp... it didn't happen. Psycho Las Vegas 2021 was set to be my return to the world of live music following all the covid madness. All access pass, spare room at my buddy's house, vacation from work all lined up, everything. Life had different plans, however. A few weeks prior to the festival, my wife had a horrible accident in our driveway which resulted in her leg being broken in multiple places and, ultimately, surgery. There was no way I could bail out of state and leave her alone with t...
The Distorted Emporium
There is no question that the brief span between 1992-1994, quite literally, changed my life. Sandwiched right in the middle is the year 1993. That's when things got serious. I was no longer the only kid trying to dig into the world of heavy music. There were a number of us, and allowances and lunch money would not be spared. It really didn't matter if I had the money to buy an actual album, I could always swindle a blank Memorex, Sony, or Maxell (among others) cassette tapes to dub whatever ...
