Paying Homage to the Fromage at Boss Mouse.

A few stills from our recent visit to Michigan's finest purveyor of delicately aged dairy products and long time PDGB Northern bureau H.Q., Boss Mouse Cheese.

Check out a video from a past visit here.

Eighties - I'm Living for the Eighties

Turns out the eighties never ended; they've just been dozing in my garage.

You'd never guess it judging by the enormous amount of 80's era detritus I've accumulated, but I was more than ready to move on to different pastures by the time the decade came to a close. Witness here toke!'s 1984 Rabbit Convertible, complete with ninety-six cassettes of garage, punk, and post punk sonic goodness resting on the boot. Got a bad-ass Blaupunkt in the dash, beeotch. Check the faux walnut grain veneer of the pair of genuine 1980 Technics SLB-1 floor standing speakers resting in the back seat; although just there temporarily, they fit the theme nicely. Waddaya say we pickup some Frusen Glädjé and pop a copy of Repo Man in the Betamax?

toke! lost his storage space, and finding a home for all his stuff has been a heartbreaking and soul crushing experience.

FOUND!

Musty old Brooks leather jacket with the lining removed and the sleeves cut off. Awesome.

Danzig screened the Crimson Ghost image on the collar. I handled the Gone In Sixty Seconds logo myself. Punk outing, people shouting; you can't hack it, without a leather jacket.

Mister, if you don't shut up I'm gonna kick one hundred percent of your ass!

Learn it. Know it. Live it.

Spotted on the wall of the Tin Goose Diner and Aviation Museum in Port Clinton Ohio.
 

Remnants of a Misspent Youth.

Oh, right. The 80's. I'd nearly forgotten.