11/26/2025

Seems that the festive season is nigh upon us, Gentle Reader(s), and herewith I offer you some respite from the turkey and the football and the lip-sync parades and the dish washing and the caroling and Black Friday madness and all manner of holiday stuffe that rolls around at this time of the year. You will find that this section is longer than the preceding two as we commence a deeper dive into the internal dynamics of the Cretins and the rather fraught background of the Goof. The Cretins are revealed to be a complicated band with differing objectives and philosophies despite being but a trio. Perhaps that's the way it always goes: I suppose even a solo act can be beset with internal conflict and tension, depending on the particulars of who's involved. The Cretins are no exception and the stage is set, as it were, for the band's excursions into the dark heart of early 1980s mid-America. Buckle up and please don't hesitate to weigh in with your thoughts via the Contact page on this very site. Stayed tuned for Part Four, scheduled to drop in the second week of December.
11/23/2025

It was a relatively quiet evening at Ye Olde Matador Bar & Lounge this Thursday—a distinct contrast to the wild bacchanalia of  last week when the roof done got torn off the sucka. It just goes to show—you never know what you’re going to find when you walk in the door of a Thursday night. You might find it already chock-a-block with punters, the tequila shots and PBRs sloshing with abandon, or alternatively, there may be but one or two mopers, snoots deep in their phones over warm draft IPA pints. When Katia is behind the bar the Motörhead is usually cranking and I have to leap in there and keep the high energy vibe going right from the git go. For the moment, however, dearest Katia remains on injured reserve, recovering from surgery to repair a lingering ankle malady that went critical about two months ago. Word is she’s on the mend, but not quite fully bipedal just yet. All of us send out our best wishes to the dear girl for a speedy recovery and a timely return to the Mat. Get Well Soon, Katia!!
11/15/2025

No, Gentle Reader(s)—DJ Inky has not hung up his headphones… not just yet, anyway. This hiatus from posting of Matador Playlists—those vaunted bellwethers of musical innovation and rock & roll history, that pounding pulse of the subterranean Galisteo Street subconscious, the fruits of that crepuscular gig so intensely groovy that no one except for your very own selves has any notion of its continued questionable existence—was temporarily suspended for another extended sojourn in New Orleans to attend to pressing matters of family and bizniz. Those matters having been successfully concluded, Your Humble Narrator has returned once again to the alto desierto and reclaimed the DJ hidey hole at Ye Olde Matador Bar & Lounge. A grateful nation breathes a collective sigh of relief.
11/13/2025

Time for the second installment of The Road Crew, Gentle Reader(s). This section puts the gear wonkery behind us for the moment (but only for the moment, as gear wonkery is eternal) and sets the stage, as it were, for the Cretins' tour through Mid-America in support of the Tom Kindler Band. Enjoy and stay tuned for another section before the end of the month—a Thanksgiving gift, from me to you.