Ya know, 2020 can just go suck the big one at this point. As if you needed any other reason to be bummed out for a bit, comes the heartbreaking news that Ron Heathman, guitar  virtuoso from the Supersuckers who had morphed into a certified coffee brew master extraordinaire, has passed away. The Loud Pipes played a shitload of gigs with the Supersuckers back in the days (the gig at the Boston in '04 is the stuff of Legend), both bands had sponsorship from Zinky Guitars, and I was more than fortunate to be a fly on the wall when Ron and Jesse would hold court and talk gear and BS every time they ran into each other. When I first met Ron I made the obvious joke of asking him where the cocaine was (Ron's Got The Cocaine) and he started reaching into his front shirt pocket, setting the room into fits of laughter. He was a cool dude, and watching him rip through all those classic Supersuckers songs was truly a blessing. I've lost all the pictures I've taken of the band over the years, but that doesn't make the memories of all those fun filled, alcohol fueled, debaucherous times any less vivid or grin inducing. I'm proud to have known him, proud to say he was someone I met, and even prouder to say I saw him play. He was definitely one of the truest most Rock and Roll dudes I've ever met in my life, and he will be missed that's for damn sure. Condolences to his family and friends. Let's pour ourselves a strong drink of your choice and spend some time listening to some Supersuckers at a ridiculously loud volume like I currently am, and raise your glass and give a toast to a guy who was truly one of the good ones, the legendary Ron "Rontrose" Heathman. The world is just a little bit darker today because of his passing, and that fucking sucks. RIP Ron. Go easy. Step lightly. Stay Free. Salud!

     There are literally years and years of stuff lost from this website, and by lost I mean it was once there and now it's not. Show reviews, loads and loads of Idle Gossip, videos, flyers, music reviews and the most painful of all the losses, the Pictures. Oh the Pictures. 💔 There's many reasons why stuff gets lost, but I don't wanna get into it. Whenever I find a snippet of anything that's not on here, from wherever I find it at, old CD's and DVD's mostly, I immediately post it before I forget about it. Now either for Throwback Thursday or Flashback Friday, depending on what day you're reading this, I wanna tell you about 2 Show Reviews I found recently, one from 2003, the other from 2004, and both equally funny for very different reasons.
     The first one from 2003 is a write up of a Local night at the Double Clown that saw 1/2 Ast, The Dirty Babies, The Needles and Bobrocks co-mingling with the Hell’s Angels as the night ended with a bottle throwing melee started by Roy from The Black Jetts. Aaaaaahhh, the good ol' days 🤣🤣🤣 Click here if you're interested. The second Show Review is from 2004 and it's about when Agent Orange, D.I., Guilty By Association and Sloka played The Boston, the "new" Boston on Flamingo / Maryland, not the one that used to be on D.I. / Jones. That one is funny because of me slagging off GBA and also not remembering the stealing beers part of the evening... heh. Click here if you wanna check that out. I tell people I used to be fun and do fun and interesting things all the time. Unfortunately this is a testament to how stupid I used to be, and how interesting the Las Vegas used to be 15+ years ago...