Porky Chedwick was a disc jockey on WHOD in Homestead, PA., who then moved up to WAMO radio, going back to the early 1950’s.  It was a different time in America, where “whites only” was still the norm in many cities, and I swear, I  think he was the only white guy at the otherwise all-black employees station.

Read more: Remembering Porky Chedwick. by Pat DiCesare


tommyoshAfter attending the service for Tommy Osh tonight, I wrote the following story in our band group and felt like it was worth sharing here. If you are wondering why I feel the loss of Tommy Osh so deeply, it's because he embodied the very spirit that drives me to do this and he recently reminded me of that. This is what I told the band:

Read more: An Ode to Tommy Osh

nardini-promoThe Evil Empire
by Norman Nardini

I know it sounds crazy, but I believe that I've finally found the way to penetrate the Evil Empire. Great news, huh? It ain't easy, but it can be done if ya got the stomach for it.First, ya gotta go to Evil Empire headquarters with your head down. Don't bother showing up if ya ain't got your head down. I heard that it's very important to look at the ground when ya get there.Then ya gotta find the Liver Lipped Troll, you'll know him when ya see him, he's the guy that looks like he's never seen a grown woman naked in his entire life. Then ya gotta throw yourself at the mercy of the Troll. Then, ya gotta put your hand over your heart and recite the pledge. I ain't totally sure of every word in the pledge but i think it goes somethin' like this...I do solemnly swear that i pledge my allegiance to this Evil Empire and i promise to never even consider making any music that has soul.

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mikemetzgerMost of you probably have no idea who I am, and that's OK. "Who I am" is one of the luckiest musicians in Pittsburgh. I've been playing professionally, meaning I get paid to play music, for just shy of 35 years. I was 13 when I got paid the first time as a musician. I liked it! At the time, I was just a kid in Ohio..."that kid who can play like Hendrix" was pretty much all I was known as. I soon got my first real lesson in the realities of being a working musician.

  I quickly tired of playing the same old same old, and as I got deeper into punk rock, that's what I wanted to play. Probably not the best idea in an area better known for old time country, disco, and Top 40. I went from being snuck into bars to perform to playing the extremely rare house party. The little bit of money I had become accustomed to earning disappeared. But still, I had fun.

  Within a year or two, I joined my first rockabilly band. Thanks to bands like The Stray Cats, the genre was enjoying quite a bit of popularity and we were working every weekend. We never made less than $50 per man AND we got free drinks. With the legal drinking age only being 18 at the time, 16 looked like 18, if you get my drift.

Read more: "We Ain't In This For Our Health"

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