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How did you get started running an independent record label? Back in 1991 I had some good friends who were in a band called Sugarhed . It was stoner rock for the 90's in a big way. I was the guy who was hell bent on putting out a color vinyl 7" by them. A few years after that initial experience, I met Sean Wolfe and the Stiletto Boys . They were playing a dive bar in Harrisburg Pa. opening up for my buddies in the Martini Brothers (whose first cd I [...]

Any of you who grew up in the 60's and 70's knew the name Jacques Cousteau. He became synonymous with life in the water. Heck . . . I remember standing in ankle deep water in my old inflatable wading pool with flippers, a diving mask, and a pair of tidy whities as I tried to emulate my oceanic hero. The visual can be quite cute of a six year old acting out such fantasies, but in my case . . . it was last weekend and my neighbors were far from amused. Again, I digress, for what does any [...]

I'll be the first to admit it. I'm not a big fan of the whole garage rock sound. Just ask Racer. He knows. He's seen the derisive curl of my lip as he's played the stuff, and I think he either enjoys tormenting me or he actually prefers my face to look that way. No matter. Today . . . today is the day that I can finally sit back in my office chair and claim to have found an appreciation, nay . . . a love for at least one band that fits the garage rock mold. That band, [...]

Alright Waveriders, please take you assigned seats. As per usual, our captain on this wondrous flight through cyberspace will be none other than Racer X and by his side will be his faithful sidekick and co-pilot, the Redneck Wookie from Lakeside. Of course, I'll be in the navigator chair, ensuring that these two yahoos will be pointed in the right direction. The Sheriff will be patrolling the cabin to make sure the more unruly Waveriders mind their own business and ensure the safety of the rest of our passengers. Woody will be taking your drink orders coz', well . . [...]

Welcome to another installment of another of my favorite columns here on the Ripple Effect, The Seven Inches of Fun . We're blessed here to receive a great assortment of vinyl submissions, usually in the form of the delectable seven inch single. What a damn fine format. I've become such a fan of the seven inch that I've been buying em by the bucketload over on ebay, filling the coffers with blasts of 7" fun from the sixties on up to the present for future columns. But today, we're dealing only with new stuff, three [...]