Doc Shoe in Thee Garage
I wish I were a radio DJ.
As in, back when radio didn’t suck. I’d love to travel back in time and have Alan Freed’s job. I’d kill to switch places with someone like Johnny Otis. Sure, you could be harassed or even arrested for playing Rock & Roll back in the day, but the reality today is somehow more depressing: massive media conglomerates own the airwaves, and for the most part they won’t even hire you unless you’re content to shill for the major labels and play the same tepid shit as everyone else.
Fortunately, we’ve got The Internets.
This Thursday, October 11th, we here (that is, me here) at Doc Shoe’s Music Blog will devote the entire day to posting an irresponsibly massive goddamn Garage Punk marathon. Forty-odd tracks, all killer/no filler, from a whole slew of bands who specialize in being loud, fast, and rude as shit.
It’s big. It’s bad. It’ll bruise your eardrums and fuck the teeth out of your sister’s mouth. Best of all, it’ll startle the hell out of people who forgot what Rock & Roll sounds like. It’s Doc Shoe’s Irresponsible Goddamn Garage Punk Marathon.
So don’t touch that dial, folks. Be here for aaaaaaaall the lo-fidelity fury, right here at Doc Shoe’s Music Blog, where we’ll be spinning the platters that matter.