The Change Music Variety Show

An archive of the Change Music Variety Show Blog
About: These pages are archives of the blog, maintained to keep the content separate from the comments. Also, a partial musical history of a never-was and his various talented friends. Including random comedy and a lifetime of foolishness. Email me! My other sites: tonypatti.com everyfinder.com	A Portrait of the Author as a Young Punk Music is the strangest cultural construct in so many ways, and I've been of many different minds about it and what it is supposed to mean to me and the world at large. I came of age in the midst of the change from monolithic bands who sold lots of records to the punk/new wave revolution of every snot nosed punk in a garage banging out chords and dreaming they were hits. From the arrogant aristocracy of finely-crafted talent to the current wasteland of endless noise. And I was possessed by the delusional yet amusing belief that I too could have been one of the best. Because what I went through was both typical and also extreme I'm going to examine here my various attempts, which range from absolute drivel to the best I could possibly do. Though I've never been endowed with too much talent I think I've been clever and hopefully interesting. The posts will be coming with some regularity, and will include both music and crude comedy.	Inside: Here are some categories for digging into what has been and what will be somewhere in these pages: Music St. Louis New Wave Change Music (Jambox) The Oui Oui Twins The Obvious Zantini Brothers "Tough" Jonny Tone Fojammathon SLEET Comedy Tacky Neon Blood! Comics Jambox Changezine Artwork Some Artwork to come. Movies Some Movies to come. Friends Bloody Ebson Zanti Misfits Earwacks/Wax Theatricks Don Green

A Portrait of the Author as a Young Punk

Music is the strangest cultural construct in so many ways, and I've been of many different minds about it and what it is supposed to mean to me and the world at large.

I came of age in the midst of the change from monolithic bands who sold lots of records to the punk/new wave revolution of every snot nosed punk in a garage banging out chords and dreaming they were hits. From the arrogant aristocracy of finely-crafted talent to the current wasteland of endless noise. And I was possessed by the delusional yet amusing belief that I too could have been one of the best.

Because what I went through was both typical and also extreme I'm going to examine here my various attempts, which range from absolute drivel to the best I could possibly do. Though I've never been endowed with too much talent I think I've been clever and hopefully interesting. The posts will be coming with some regularity, and will include both music and crude comedy.