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Name: Stephen Scollard
Nickname? "Steve" (strikingly
original, no?), "Mr.
Furious"
Three words to describe yourself: Funny. Mother. Fucker.
(Together? Separate? You make the call)
Five CDs everyone should
own:
Replacements - Tim
Everclear - So Much for the Afterglow
NOFX - The War on Errorism
Johnny Cash - Essential
Rancid - . . .And Out Come the Wolves
Other bands/musicians people
should listen to: (in no particular order) Ramones. Clash. Joan
Jett. Bobby Darin. Dropkick Murphys.
Neil Diamond. Prince (before he found religion). Elvis (young and
skinny, old and fat, and even Costello). Blondie. The Heaves. Chris
Isaak. Outkast. The Cars. Social Distortion. Sweet. Rev. Horton
Heat. Simon and Garfunkel. Bow Wow Wow. Eddie and the Boozers.
Every single band that we have listed on our links page. Whatever
side project Tommy is dreaming up right now. The Heights.
Band/performer
you'd like to rid the world of: Coldplay. Didn't even have to think
about that one twice.
Tattoos/ Piercings? Tattoos - left arm: yin+yang.
right arm - First Amendment. Piercings - earlobes. My friends tell
me that my voice
can be quite piercing as well. Nice friends, huh?
Hobbies: Outrage.
Caffeine. Telling people why they're wrong. Hanging with fire-eaters,
superheroes, and the occasional layabout. Politics.
Pointing out religious contradictions. Shootin' dirty pool. Spewin'
dirty lies. New York City. Lowbrow Art. Coney Island culture. Pinups
(and pinup art). Driving around drunks.
Movies: "Strength In
Numbers" - a raw, gritty street
epic showcasing the talents of me and Atomsmasher's Ed Marshall
(among others) before we were corrupted by the system and only
in it for the money.
Reading material: Stopped reading fiction when
no one around me agreed with me that Holden Caufield was the biggest
phony in the
damn book.
Other crap the world should know about you: I think I've
given 'em more than enough to chew on, thankyouverymuch.
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