Playing Cycledelic by Johnny Moped today. This album was chaos, charm, and genius all rolled into one. And for me, it’s more than just a punk classic – it’s a reminder of where it all started.
Back in the days of sticky floors, cheap strings, and big dreams, I was in a band called Travis Cut – loud, fast, and barely held together. The kind of band that lived for the next gig and maybe the next pint. That whole era, and the beautiful mess of it all, is what inspired my book Three and a Half Minutes of Fame.
The book isn’t just about music – it’s about the scene, the spirit, and the people who somehow survived it. If you ever pogoed in a basement, argued over setlists in the van, or found meaning in a 7-inch single, this one’s for you.
Punk’s not dead. It just writes books now - thanks to the brilliant team at Earth Island