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#1 DECEMBER 1993 The Cadillac of Music Magazines TABLE OF CONTENTS Can You Dig It? Beer, Brats & Broads How to be a Smart-Ass The Duel Review The Budget Movie Critic Village Plug The Right Column Publishers Editor Contributing Editors Art Direction & Layout Contributing Writers Copy Editor Legal Counsel Public Relations Special Thanks To No Thanks To Reglar Wiglar is published from time to time by Christopher P. Auman & Thomas J. Zielger. Copyright © 1993 Big Little Bucharest Productions Any material printed in this publication may be reproduced if you so chose. All opinions and ideas expressed in this publication are the author's own fucked up opinions and ideas and therefore entirely their own problem. Any similarities to people dead or dying was probably done just to wig you out. Send comments, suggestions, ideas, writing or art submissions, bootlegged Pagemaker programs, or money to: Reglar Wiglar, P.O. Box 578XXX, Chicago, IL 60657 and you may never see them again.
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ARCHIVES: REGLAR WIGLAR #1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #6 #7 #8 #9 #10 #11 #12 #13 #14 #15 #16 #17 #18 #19 #20 #21 MOTHERSCRATCHER Can You Dig It? Interviewed by JOEY GERM For the past six years, MotherScratcher has been stuck to the underbelly of the Chicago music scene like bubble gum on a Doc Martin. Some say MotherScratcher is too completely inaccessible to ever be anything but an underground novelty. Others say that MotherScratcher collectively, are too stupid and lazy to ever make anything out of their talentless existence. Some call them geniuses. Most have never heard of them. I first saw MotherScratcher in 1989 at a loft party in Wicker Park or somewhere around there. They played with such a drunken intensity that it was . . . well, really embarrassing. I was actually embarrassed for them. They looked very foolish up there on that honky-rigged stage with their tiny amps and fucked up guitars. Their drummer didn't even have a drum kit back in those days—garbage cans served as the tools of his trade. It's no wonder that MotherScratcher was expelled with physical force from that residential venue and their instruments destroyed by angry party-goers. MotherScratcher have been banished from just about every club in the Midwest, a feat they take pride in, but goddamn it's hard to get a gig! I had the chance to interview the band, which has since relocated to Aurora. What follows is a transcript of the event. Event? Nay, a drunken ordeal it t'was. Read the Complete Interview BEER, BRATS & BROADS On the Road with the Woodrows Interview by P.C. JONES Dude, I don't even care what you think of The Woodrows. Whatever you feel about these guys, they couldn't possibly care less. I know the very mention of The Woodrows will offend just about every otic never in the straight-edge world, but hey, it's punk rock, man. And, like their latest apocalyptic full-length release will testify: Punk's Not Dead, It Was Just in Rehab. Well all right! Read the Complete Interview HOW TO BE A SMART-ASS WITHOUT GETTING YOUR SKINNY LITTLE BUTT KICKED IN WHILE MAINTAINING AN OVERALL SENSE OF SUPERIORTY
If you gave a big fat YES to any of these questions, if you feel as though you can go no further, if you are ready to just pitch it all, I suggest you consult a therapist. What the fuck do I look like Ann Landers? Sorry, Charlie, sucks to be you. Read the Complete Article Nirvana The Woodrows Noodle Cruncher/Pole Smoker Teenaged Tyrants Monster Magnet Sebadoh Stone Temple Pilots Steel Pole Bath Tub Radioactive Hermits Sin Nation Sinsation |
