Four-piece thrash outfit Black Horizon first came to my attention through the notorious Peter Kelly of the infamous Irish Wolf Pub, formerly situated smack dab in downtown Scranton directly across the street from the courthouse. The joint used to be called “Judge and Jury” prior, I believe. On any account, I was DJing a special […]
This project is different for me in so many ways. I first heard of StingRay from my mother who, in her younger years, was a fan and regular patron of all live music. She had begun taking me to live concerts as far back as July of 1969, which is another story all together. I […]
I went to grade school at a place called Fishing Creek Elementary in the shadow of Three Mile Island. Many of my classmate’s moms or dads were employed at the power plant. The facility had melted down in the middle of my fourth grade year. The entire ordeal was horrible. It was official – summer […]
Michael Kaminski and I first collided one cold Exeter weekend, more than a decade ago at the stationary pirate vessel known as Nak’s by the Tracks. It was the ultimate corner/nuisance bar owned by the best kind of dude. It probably wasn’t a nuisance until I climbed aboard. 3 to Breathe was a feature on […]
Anyone who has listened to a horror punk band may assume they know what they’re going to hear next from All the Damn Vampires frontman Elvis Aron Deadly, but this freshman solo effort from the Wilkes-Barre singer, titled “I Wish I Believed (In Fairy Tales),” is a personal, revealing step away from the genre for […]
Late last year, the Camp Rattler crew helped Wilkes-Barre singer/songwriter and Plains native Markus A. D. debut a moody little folk punk ballad called “Sharing a Breath” on this page, and today we’re back with a new emotional number called “Ms. Sery,” recorded at JL Studios in Olyphant. For the accompanying black-and-white music video, I’ll […]
An Irish 17th-century folk song passed down through the centuries from campfire to campfire, later to The Dubliners, then to the Thin Lizzy boys in 1963, and eventually found “her” way to metal chieftains Metallica, quips the following: “Now some men like a fishin’ And some men like the fowlin’ And some men like to […]
“Sharing a Breath” by small town goth Markus A. D. is a moody little folk punk ballad that enters the brain slowly and then lodges itself in the heart, not unlike something sharp and cold getting stuck in and then abruptly broken off. The Wilkes-Barre singer/songwriter and Plains native claims a simple but rich life […]
Greetings, Campers. This brief but strange tale sets its origins almost a decade ago, in the time of The Rattler. Coiled in Pittston, The Rattler was a rowdy, smoky rock and roll burger joint that was run by a bunch of cool kids and presided over irresponsibly by yours truly. Although it was less than […]
Approximately 300 years ago in an alternate universe, a very long-haired and wildly asshole-ish version of myself owned and operated a cafe and venue in the badlands of Wilkes-Barre. OK, it was the early 1990s, which seems like a few centuries ago while simultaneously seeming as though it was yesterday. This slice of my and […]