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jerry nolan’s wild ride

Even in the pre-Costco days of the 1970s, his minions were somehow able to wheedle methadone from the Brit clinics two quarts at a time…”   by marc covert     Heroin addiction is like driving a car with the steering going out. You eventually resign yourself to the inevitability…

the smokebox guide to casino pigouts

Casino buffets are a truly special experience. I always visit one when I go to Reno and I always wonder why in the hell I do it afterwards, sort of like eating at Taco Bell; it makes me feel rotten to have taken part in the travesty that is the…

sick again: jimmy takes black crowe’s remedy

I had heard about this project, but I just never gave much thought to what an explosive mix Page and the Crowes could be. The Black Crowes have been tearing up their native Atlanta since 1988, not to mention leaving a trail of tinnitus, spilled bongwater, and pissed-off corporate sponsors…”…

pollack in portland: the greatest story ever told

Pollack, he explains, was on assignment from British Vogue, exploring the dark world of street life in small Pacific Northwest towns, and he single-handedly saved them both from certain death when a drug deal at a neighboring table went bad. The audience is rapt with attention as he describes the…

smokebox interview: john backderf

I grew up in a small town outside of Akron, so I was sort of a hometown boy. I mean, it’s just Akron, you know, but it was really kind of cool, to walk into an art museum and see your shit hanging on the wall…”   by marc covert…

fast food nation

That shock must have worn off pretty quickly; in the 20 years that have elapsed since then I have consumed at least 8, 320 fast food burgers—on average about eight per week, a conservative estimate. Those numbers are likely to drop pretty severely after what I read in Fast Food…

more portland punk: linnton riot remembered

Things were at a fever pitch when Hari Kari took the stage, playing in front of an audience for the first time. They launched into ‘Cyclone Ranger,’ and not even halfway through the song the besotted crowd exploded into a swirl of flying fists and breaking glass. Someone had the…