I don’t wanna come off as whining too much but I did wanna talk about something I’ve noticed over the past year or two. There was a time where the blogging scene was kind of united, we read each other’s blogs, commented on each other’s blogs and once twitter took hold we retweeted one anothers blog posts. Really, that doesn’t happen too much any more. I am just as guilty as anyone else. Not sure why it happened but all the bloggers seem to have just perched up on their own little internet islands and became hermits. If I really marinated on it for a while I have a feeling Facebook plays some sort of role in it but so does competition, traffic hoarding and probably a sense of general burnout, an I’m posting my shit and going on with my life mentality if you will. I understand it all and am guilty of each and every charge I’ve levied at one point or another.

But I want to stop.

Over the past year I’ve found myself worrying less and less about who comes to ninebullets or how many people are visiting 9b a day to the point where I might look at my traffic stats once a week or less anymore. As that overall concern of 9b’s “status” wains the reason I started the blog, to bring attention to bands I love, is retaking it’s place at the top of my 9b priority list. One of the things I decided was that in the new year I was gonna renew my reading of other blogs, listening to other people’s podcasts and being an active participant in this little musical community beyond the 1 or 2 posts on ninebullets activities. And when I find neat shit on other people’s sites….tell y’all about it. And that other site. Will this reduce traffic to 9b? Perhaps. Will other site owners and bloggers reciprocate the good will? Hopefully. Either way, I’ll feel better about the role I am playing in this community.

With that said, I wanna point y’all to so cool podcasts that I’ve listened to in the past week or so:

My man Von does the podcast Americana Rock Mix and it is exactly what the title would suggest. Anyhow, Von has been maintaining and impossible regiment of posting a new show (almost) every week for about 127 weeks, and you ain’t gotta be a math major to know that’s a long fucking time. Anyhow, he’s finally starting to suffer from burn-out and floated the idea of stopping all together on his latest show. This is unacceptable. Head over and check out some of his shows. Maybe send him an email if you appreciate what you hear. As I said on Facebook the other day, you have no idea a simple email letting us know that you’re out there and enjoying what we do raise our spirits.

The Taco part of the Taco Podcast Radio Show stands for the Twang Alliance of Central Ohio and to be honest with you, I’d never heard of their show until they dropped a link to the latest episode on Ninebullets Radio’s Facebook page. The show is relatively new and it looks like there was an extended hiatus between the last episode and the one before that but none of that really matters cause I quite enjoyed Episode 7. The show features tunes from 9b.net vets John Schnabel and The Most Beatuiful Losers as well as jams from The Spikedrivers, Vug, Black Owls, Miller-Kelton, The Floorwalkers, The Regionals, and Hayseed. So head over here and get your listens on! If I could, I’d like to offer this sing piece of advise to the folks doing this site: Turn off the auto-start on the audio, please.

I just wrote about this site last week so I’m not gonna launch into any explanation of this site since you can read about it there. Damian has returned this week with another heavy hitter interview with Virgil Dickerson of Suburban Home Records and and I wanted to make sure y’all were aware of it. Not only is there an excellent in depth interview but Damian also managed to score the internet debut of some of that new Arliss Nancy album and I’d be a complete liar if I said I wasn’t more than a little jealous of that.

So there you go. That’s some really good shit happening in other places. I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I do. If you manage to get through all of those and you’re still jonesing for new music and material I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that I have a monthly podcast available here and a weekly radio show available here.



Recently Virgil and I were bullshitting and mentioned that he was wanting to start dabbling with some music writing again and I offered him a reoccurring piece here on ninebullets. This is his first submittal:

From time to time, the question gets asked, “What was your first show?” It’s usually a fun conversation that involves admitting enjoying an act that you can’t believe you ever liked. Sometimes the first show is a show that your parents brought you to. Every once in a while, that first show is awe-inspiring and worthy of bragging rights for life. This has been a topic I have been thinking about quite a bit lately as my good buddy, Devin, brought his young son, Hayden, to see his first ever show. The show was a show I booked with Chuck Ragan at Illegal Pete’s. I felt so much honor having a hand in this right of passage and took it upon myself to make sure Hayden and Chuck Ragan got a chance to meet and to take a photo. Luckily, Chuck Ragan is one of the nicest guys in music and was so great with Hayden. I just love the idea that at some point when Hayden is in college or out at a show, the question will come up and if you ask me, he will have one of the best answers.

My first ever show should have been the Monsters of Rock tour in 1988 with Guns N Roses, Iron Maiden, and Megadeath. I had asked my parents if I could go and the answer was a big fat no. I was in 8th grade at the time and a budding metal head, but I still listened to my parents.

Guns n Roses – Welcome To The Jungle

Fast forward to 1992 when I was a junior in high school. Spice 1, a gangsta rapper from Oakland (originally discovered by Too Short) was coming to Colorado Springs. Since I had a driver’s license and a car, I didn’t feel the need to ask my parents to go to the show. I brought a friend to the show and could not have been more excited to see live music. Supporting Spice 1 was a Denver hip hop act that I had never heard of. As they took the stage, the group grabs the mic and yells, “FUCK COMPTON, FUCK OAKLAND“. The next thing that happened is something I have never seen again at the hundreds of shows I have been to since. A huge fight broke out amongst Spice 1’s crew and the Denver hip hop act’s crew. Fighting continued and before you knew it, guns were drawn and shots were fired. My friend and I didn’t even get to hear any music before we were running out the door. When asked about my first show, I generally say it’s Spice 1 but add the asterisk about how the show didn’t really happen.

Spice 1 – Strap On The Side

The more I think about my first show, I feel as though I should answer the question by mentioning Skankin Pickle. This was 1993, I was a freshman in college. My neighbors in the dorms introduced me to punk rock and ska and I was hooked. I borrowed CDs by Screeching Weasel, The Queers, Skankin Pickle, Green Day, and Operation Ivy, and I wondered where this music was all my life. I was soon invited to see this ska-punk band called Skankin Pickle at the Mercury Cafe. I had no idea what to expect. I was pretty certain that gun shots were not going to be fired, but that was the only thing I was certain of. This show was absolutely incredible. The energy was something I had never ever experienced. The camaraderie of the fans was something I never would have expected. The show was packed and it was so much fun. After the show, I saw some of the members of Skankin Pickle walking around and could not believe that I could actually go up to and talk to this incredible band that had just played. I finally felt a connection to music that went beyond just listening. This moment forever changed my life and is the reason why I have worked with music ever since.

Skankin Pickle – It’s Margaret Cho
Skankin Pickle – I’m In Love With A Girl Named Spi
Skankin Pickle – Turning Japanese

I’d love for everyone to chime in and comment on their first shows. While I’d prefer sitting around with beers in hand discussing this topic, your comments to this post will have to serve the purpose. Thanks go out to every artist who actually spent the time to make their fans feel that connection to their music. Thanks to Chuck Ragan for being a class act and a complete bad ass. Thanks Devin for bringing your son out to his first show. And thanks to all of you who share their first show experiences with us.

~ Virgil Dickerson


My first show was Valentine’s Day 1990. My favorite band on the face of the earth, The Cult, came to town on their Sonic Temple tour and I was there. I did the whole shibang. I got to the venue 4 hours early and hung out in the back, I met Billy Duffy (he gave me some Cult guitar picks), I bought the tour tshirt and I rocked the. fuck. out. By 1990 I had already lost my virginity but it didn’t matter cause I knew that seeing The Cult on that particular Valentine’s Day night was, up to that point, the best night of my life.

The Cult – New York City
The Cult – Edie (Ciao Baby)
The Cult – Medicine Train