PHOTOS
CategoryMichael Shumaker’s Hey Mercedes homecoming at the Agora, 2002
Friends from across my Cleveland years gathered at The Invisible City ifor a sweaty & fun pre-party before we walked en masse to the show…
California comes to Cleveland: Annihilation Time, Fields Of Fire with 9 Shocks Terror at the Grog Shop
In George W. Bush America, I didn’t want to hear complacent or arty music. Includes pages from Ben Edge’s tour diary!
100,000 Years Of Sean & Ian album listening party at The Invisible City
At the time, we used our newly-arrived CDs as—you guessed it!—yet another excuse to have a bon voyage party…
Under the bridge, Cleveland-style, with Brian Straw at Hart Crane Park; Or, how I learned to let loose in the middle of the Zika epidemic
This was a special event—an unsanctioned outdoor concert in a public space. I’m all for that kind of shit. NOW, STAY AWAY BUGS!
The best—and last—damn concert I saw in Cleveland
9 Shocks Terror, Arab On Radar, Flying Luttenbachers, Lightning Bolt, The Locust, Wolf Eyes, Aloha—all on the same bill? Wow!
F**k the Pit: Coffinberry, Brian Straw, Ted Flynn & more at Pat’s In The Flats
Pat’s backyard was pretty magical when Brian Straw, Ted Flynn & Rob Sirovica took the stage with a noise-informed, rock-styled performance…
DC’s Black Eyes & rare Sheilbound quartet lineup at Mohawk Place, Buffalo 2002
Help! I can’t remember when this excellent night of music happened, but I’m thinking it must have been late July or August 2002…
Electroclash in the Flats: The Foreign Exchange Students with The Cassettes at Pat’s
I was feeling suffocated by the gnarly dude-wall of folded arms at every fucking show. Enough! I needed to live. And dance.
Maraca mania: Sheilbound quartet line-up at the Lime Spider, 2002
This was Sheilbound in their final quartet permutation. I wish I knew the exact date—do you? Please contact me with any details you have.
Baptized as a bondage bottom by Misty Martinez at Pat’s In The Flats
This was THE disruptive, change-your-thinking concert no one—least of all me—ever expected it to be. Photos never before online!
Weed crazy: Celebrating 420 with Begit N Frenz
Queer drug-loving writer William S. Burroughs said: “Mind your own business.” That always cut to the heart of this issue, in my opinion.
Oblongata destroys Chris’ Warped Records
Oblongata were prescient—they called out the 21st Century before it had a chance to bum us all out. This post now fortified with new photos & info direct from the band!
Dig my new look: Chargers Street Gang at Pat’s In The Flats
Due to the addition of Matt Fish on drums, the Chargers fulfilled their destiny as one of Cleveland, Ohio’s greatest rock ‘n roll bands…
Weird times at the old Grog Shop: A Festival of Seans, one Black Key & Har Mar Superstar
Sean Tillmann, the Black Keys’ Pat Carney, Robert “The Kid Stays In The Picture” Evans, Ron Jeremy—they’re all in this tale of Sean-sanity!
New singer, same Rar: My Name Is Rar-Rar play Pat’s with Sean & Ian, Plus Ultra
Rar-Rar returns with a new singer (Greg from Xerobot) plus Sean & Ian and Plus Ultra at our first post-Speak In Tongues production…
Beckett & Finky Binks’ hot collab, Whales, open for The Moldy Peaches & The Cassettes at Beachland Ballroom
2002 begins and Speak In Tongues is no more. Eeek! The great (and ongoing) diaspora begins. Unfortunately Williamsburg won, and Cleveland lost…
The second to last Speak In Tongues show was the best Christmas of all time
One week before Cleveland’s beloved DIY collective ceased to exist we had the ultimate party with a wild cast of characters old and new…
Speak In Tongues photos: Flying Luttenbachers, Allergic to Whores, Ex-Models
It’s a Speak In Tongues free jazz jamboree with Weasel Walter and a venue packed with friends. This is what DIY music is all about…
Speak In Tongues photos: My Name Is Rar-Rar, Lozenge, Begit N Frenz, Mind No Mind, Scam Carnage vs. Spilt Milk
Classic Cleveland geniuses and errant Luttenbachers co-mingle in one of the greatest DIY shows of the 21st century at ol’ Speak In Tongues…
Watch: Razak Solar System’s final show at the old Grog Shop
We’d been through a lot in eighteen months. We were like King Crimson for latchkey kids. Yes for thrash addicts. Now it was time to bow out.