Back when I was a snot -nosed kid, I snuck out of a dentist appointment and ran down the street to Gary’s Record Paradise in Escondido. (That’s a pretty good story by itself, come find me at a show and I’ll tell you the whole thing!)
Anyways, I got the store’s last copy of Scream, Dracula Scream by San Diego legends Rocket From the Crypt. I cannot fully describe how much this group of songs shaped my life and love of rock music. All these years later, I still blast this thing a few times a month; it never gets old. The energy is infectious, and it somehow manages to find a bridge between punk rock, 50’s rock n’ roll, and the sounds of Stax-style soul.
This album makes me happy in a way no other album ever has. I’m not sure if its just because it’s the first thing I bought without my parents hovering over me, or how I’ve realized the more my bass tone sounds like Petey X’s the more experienced I get.
I’ll see you soon for I want it bat way…