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Bottoming Out

Trailer-park Scrooge finds 10 reasons to say humbug about the music of 2001

By Bill Blake
Dec 27, 2001

There's no need for the exchange of overpriced trinkets to distract me from the agony of having to play the same old tired roles -- rankled adult child, tormented kid, alcoholic uncle -- that I spend the rest of the year struggling bravely to escape. Hardly. This Christmas Eve I...
Marketing Misery

Is Saint Durst the new, limp Bono?

By Bill Blake
Nov 1, 2001

A 4-foot-by-6-foot Jolly Roger flaps from a post in my front yard. Gives the dirt plot a bit of shade while providing respite from so much Red, White and Blue. Yet, predictably, not everyone appreciates my goofy little symbol of free speech. The hostility in the air is thick and...
Summertime Blues

Trashman wants his MTV and a shotgun

By Bill Blake
Aug 30, 2001

Summer is a lovely time to catalogue worthlessness. Particularly one's own. The pitiless heat is wonderful in helping clarify feelings of futility and defeat. Long, bitter months stewing in your own stink is time well-suited for detailing a hatred of everybody and everything. The summers around here reflect my inner...
Welcome to My Nightmare

Trashman suffers through a holiday weekend's worth of wife-beaters, prison cutthroats and Ian Astbury songs

By Bill Blake
Jun 21, 2001

Memorial Day, 2001. Hung over. Dive-bombers unload on the insides of your skull. You are sitting on your couch appreciating little, and doing less. It is not yet noon and already a thin layer of sweat covers your body. Your face stings of bursting blood vessels. The agonizing knob on...
Days of Beer and Promos

Taken with the holiday spirit, Trashman gives thanks for the good things in life.

By Bill Blake
Nov 23, 2000

I often picture myself lying naked in my trailer with the worst records imaginable spread across the floor around me. Empty beer bottles everywhere. I see myself lying there dead with a Limp Bizkit jewel case next to my head. There's also a couple of REO Speedwagon reissues. The new...

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