To Create, You Must Destroy


Headed to Boston tonight to see these guys squirm... and it's been a long time coming. This is a handwritten letter Too Much Joy wrote to me long before cell phones and the internet were a thing. I never did see them live, so it's been a long wait. They're not my favorite band from the era, but one of the funniest and most clever of them all. They're like a cross between the Clash and the Dead Milkmen, the Holden Caufields of pop-punk-alt-rock... they may even have a song about it. So I'm pumped for this show! These Groucho-Marxist punks made a huge difference in my teenage years. Holy shit we're old.