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Low Down Crooks Goin Crazaye: Gangs and Pop Culture

From approximately 1990 until 1996, Gang culture captivated Americans with either massive appeal or sheer terror like a cross between heroes of the wild west and an unstoppable killer from a horror movie.

While middle class white adults trembled in terror of the idea of taking the wrong freeway exit and being carjacked for their ’89 hatchback Rabbit, their own saggy pants children fantasied about that very scenario from the back seat as a means to ditch their lame-ass suburban being for a life of back yard barbecues/topless volley tournament days and nights filled with unprotected sex and random gunshots.

no joke. this was an actual album.

The Sound Of Mucus

Our dear friend Monika Ebly was kind enough to take a moment from having musician-ineptitude induced seizures to write this piece for us. Enjoy!-K

You’ve seen a million faces and you’ve rocked them all.

What do you mean “Of course I have”?

Pull up a chair and let me rock you, Amadeus. It’s time for:

Garbage Day’s 5 Surefire Tips For Failing Miserably In The Music Industry!

excellent!

Garbage Day Killed The Video Extra

I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that almost 100 % of my readership is from the age of music videos. I myself was born the year MTV hit the airwaves and as such, have grown up having Kurt Loder and Tabitha Soren give me the news. Eric Nies taught me how to grind, Kennedy taught me that mousy girls can be pretty damn cute and Jesse Camp served as a living example of why I shouldn’t huff glue.

But all that was just filler in between the videos. I’ll never forget watching March of the Pigs for the first time. When music videos became seen as a viable medium for artists and directors to work within, some really amazing stuff got made.

And yes, we could delve into the great music videos out there…but fuck that. Garbage Day proudly presents:

Music Videos That Make Little To No Sense (and the extras in them)