As a kid in mid-70s suburban Detroit, I grew up on a steady diet of Motown, AM gold, KISS & CREEM magazine.
CREEM filled my young head with all kinds of ideas – good, bad & ugly.
The wickedly hilarious photo captions still bear an indelible influence on my sense of humor.
The articles crackled with barbaric wit. The insanely comprehensive CREEM readers’ poll was one of the highlights of my year.
It was in the pages of CREEM that I read about so many bands that the radio never played.
CREEM, to me, was the first indication that there was a universe beyond the one that was readily available to me.
CREEM influenced the way I play, write, write about & listen to music, and the way I interact with the world around me.