St. Paul Bike Blog

1986, the start of the transformation from darksider to crust punk. In Minneapolis all the weird music folks got along. Not sure who was cut out of this photo but, I am pretty sure it was some kind of jealousy thing. That was supposed to be funny. That hair went down to my ass before I shaved it all off (beating male pattern baldness to the punch by a decade). I still have that jacket. It is falling apart but the grandkids I will never have will need it to connect to the Mpls music scene. Or the American Pickers…. This was the year Rob Vinton (Bobby Vinton’s son, he played his dad in Casino) told the people in Figlio’s that I was the singer for the Cult. We ate and drank for free while I made up “tour stories.”