RED FANG

It’s a pretty safe bet that most folks out there would think the toughest part of putting out a new record is the process of writing new songs, but those people would be wrong. Playing music is what these guys do, I don’t want to make it sound like they just go to the bathroom and drop out a new jam, clean up with a little T.P. and plop it down on to tape—there is a lot of blood, sweat and beers (Oh man, that's a record title right there) that go into every song. The problems start when you try to get four guys to agree on tracks, track listing (the order of the songs on the record), title and artwork. This is not because they fight each other (for the most part) but because no one will put their foot down, in fear of being the guy who came up with the name no one likes. The end result is much like a pack of monkeys trying to hump a football, it’s kind of awkward to watch and nothing comes of it. So being the team player I am I came up with a bunch of album titles for them. They al...

I’m really at a loss as to what I should write about Kansas. It’s not that I don’t have any fodder, there is plenty of crap to write about. It was David’s birthday, we got him good and loose. My friend Eugene who I hadn’t seen in close to twenty years showed up and surprised the hell out of me. That ruled. Bryan met back up with us after being gone for a couple days and his grandma was feeling way better, that made us all real happy. I’m just not sure what ties it all together… Wait a minute, did I just tie them together with the fact that I can’t tie them together? God damn I’m good. —Coyle Tour To Live!

Look at that damn photo. I put the camera on auto and John still can't make it work. You should see him up there trying to get these crowd shots, it's like a monkey humping a football. The guy can make every limb of his body play a different time measure, but the basics of digital photography are out of his reach. Anyway... Due to some booking snafu Clutch and Mudvayne had both booked shows on the same night. The promoter thought that the shows might mess with each other so he combined them. This struck me as odd because I couldn't see the Clutch crowd (who are, from what I've seen, blue collar, hard working folk) wanting to watch a band that wears make up, unless it was KISS . Oh well, we had a great time. Lindberg's took care of us, the crowd was cool as hell—no complaints here. They even had this amazing black velvet of Prince ala Purple Rain in the green room: Just when you thought he couldn't get any sexier, huh? You can almost hear that Windjammer revin...