When I interviewed The Makers for Punk Planet, they were late coming into Austin from Dallas and hungry, so I showed up with Sam’s BBQ. They arrived like a pack of wolves in iridescent suits and brand new cowboy boots. I suggested nudie suits were next, and they liked the sound of that…
The convertible is white on white—an ivory paint job and a tattered ragtop. The wings lower, tucking into the bird, and I rise up from the passenger seat. I ride in the clouds—no car seat, no seat belt, standing…
Whatcha Watching, Billy?
Billy’s watching the world fucking burn, Earl. Billy’s watching the news report about the polar ice caps melting, and no one gives a damn, and even if they did, no one can do a fuckin’ thing…