Artist Lounge: Mazinga
Moggers' favorites by Mazinga
Subscribe to feed
The winter air is cold, but the basements were hot, and once you were outside for a few moments, the sweat would start to freeze. I would stand there and wait, for the cops to come and kick everyone out, for my brother to finish taking photos, for all these kids who were more interested in getting drunk, getting high and hooking up to leave, and let me be. I was there to see the bands, to hang out with my friends, to hear the music, to feel like I was alive. It was Ann Arb... MORE
1997, nothing to go, no where to go, we ain’t got no money, just a bunch of throw away kids who couldn’t figure out how to hitch our rides of the money express. Job’s, yeah we got’em, some better than others, some paying a little more, but none that were going to give any of us a middle class income, not at least now. Friends, mostly scattered to the winds, they got out, they bought in, they drugged their way into the grave. Mazinga launches on their own, at worst they a... MORE







