• Scott Asheton, Iggy Pop's Brother in Noise

    Scott Asheton was the greatest thug-rocker who ever lived. He was the ultimate hoodlum, standing outside of Discount Records in Ann Arbor, Michigan, spitting on cars. He passed away just over a week ago, so I dug up this old conversation, one of the few extended interviews he eve…

  • Question Mark & the Mysterians: The Making of '96 Tears'

    The piercing organ riff, bare-bones vocal track, and low-fidelity production make "96 Tears" a safe candidate for first garage punk song ever, and if you haven’t heard it I feel sorry for you.

  • Moe Tucker - Snapshots of the Velvet Underground

    As an average high school girl from Levittown, Long Island, Moe's life was actually saved by rock 'n' roll. Here's an oral history of the first female drummer in one of the most revolutionary bands of all time.

  • GG Allin's Last Day on Earth

    When I was doing a reading tour of the south last winter, I became friendly with Johnny Puke, from Charleston, South Carolina. GG overdosed and died in Johnny's apartment in the East Village—this is his report.

  • Ron Asheton - King of the Stooges

    Ron and Scott Asheton were the nucleus of the Stooges, the greatest punk band in the world. In Iggy's words, “These guys were the laziest delinquent sorts of pig slobs ever born." Ron passed away in 2009, but not before I sat down with him for ten hours straight at his mom's hous…

  • Dee Dee Ramone - Portrait of a Punk

    Dee Dee was the archetypical fuck-up. He was a male prostitute, a would-be mugger, a heroin user and dealer, an accomplice to armed robbery—and a genius poet who was headed for an early grave, but was sidetracked by rock ‘n’ roll.

  • Alice Cooper's Dead Drunk Friends

    I first met Alice at a party in the mid-1970s. It was really one of those, “I’m not worthy” moments. Alice was someone I truly respected, mostly because he’d made it on his own terms by driving a stake through the heart of the peace and love generation.

  • 100 Miles Per Hour

    I was talking to photographer Bob Gruen the other day, and he told me he’d just come from visiting our old friend Alan Vega, the lead singer of the revolutionary electronic proto-punk band Suicide, in the hospital. I immediately thought, 'Oh shit, not another one.'

  • Black Flag: Anatomy of a Lawsuit

    Keith Morris and I have been pals for about a million years, ever since I crashed on his floor after another drunken night hanging out in LA during the 1970s. A month after we finished this interview, Greg Ginn, the guy who co-founded Black Flag, initiated a lawsuit against Keith…

  • Among the War Pigs

    It’s amazing how many real-life Spinal Tap moments I’ve had. They always lead me to ask myself, “Did that really happen?” I had one of those experiences with Ozzy Osbourne in Nuremberg, Germany, in the same stadium where Leni Riefenstahl made her epic Nazi propaganda film, 'Trium…

  • Happy, Happy, Happy! - A Memory of Arturo Vega

    Arturo Vega, the man behind the Ramones' iconic logo, passed away on June 8, 2013. I remember him back in 1978 pulling all-nighters at the band's Second Street loft, pouring over their silk-screen operation—one long counter weighted down with a wooden screen, cans of white acryli…

  • David Bowie Stole My Suicide Record So I Ripped the Hubcaps off His Limo

    In my ongoing attempt to rebuild my vinyl collection, I was recently perusing a Brooklyn hipster record store and came across the new David Bowie album, 'The Next Day.' This is sort of a review, but it’s mostly about the time he robbed me at the Factory and I was forced to vandal…