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Jimmy Mac

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Jimmy Mac is the Editor-In-Chief/Lead Writer of this website.

He grew up in the suburbs of Philadelphia, born in the latter half of 1976. His love for music was ignited first by the spandex-clad David Lee Roth and Van Halen, way before things like “irony” and “sarcasm” informed his musical tastes. His parents hired a hot hippy chick to baby-sit him, sometime around 1985, the story goes, who let him stay up too late and watch a program called 120 Minutes back when the M in MTV actually used to stand for music. It was then he discovered perennial ne’er-do-wells like Ian MacCulloch, Robert Smith and his all-time personal favorite, a young Steven Patrick Morrissey.

From this day forward little Jimmy Mac was completely ruined.

He would spend all day on his skateboard, only stopping to hang out in record stores. While there he read British magazines like the NME and Q, and generally scoffed in your direction as you looked at records by INXS and Culture Club. Of course, all this loitering in record shops- he would eventually discover punk rock (only to show up to his first day of the sixth grade and told to turn his Sex Pistols shirt inside out), hip-hop (he at one time, was in fact, the epitome of Public Enemy) and this thing called “college rock” (he still hates J Mascis for kicking Lou Barlow out of the Dinosaur Jr, he was the most talented one for Christ’s sakes).

Then he smoked pot and started binging on jazz, reggae, psychedelia and progressive rock.

Jimmy Mac received his degree in musicology at the ripe old age of 17, while listening to Pavement‘s Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain. He then grew a large beard and dropped off the face of the Earth, not to return until just after the start of the new millennium.

The stories of his demise have been greatly exaggerated, mostly by himself.

He currently resides in Oakland, California, with his lovely girlfriend and her gentle pit-bull terrier. He still rides his skateboard as his main form of transporatation, hangs out in record stores and scoffs at people buying Hoobastank and 311 records. He may or may not be a pre-school teacher.

God help the children that learn anything from his twisted and deranged mind.