Here's my review of Henry Rollins' talking show in Reno on Friday. I didn't actually talk to him, since the RGJ saw fit to run a wire interview with him from some newspaper in rural Texas rather than using their own manpower. That's a growing and disturbing trend for those of us who once hoped to make a living as rock journalists.
Still, it's probably just as well in this case. Interview-wise, Rollins is my personal Sugar Ray Leonard: You know you're never going to beat the guy, but it would be an honor if you could spar with him without completely embarrassing yourself, and I'm not sure I'm quite there yet. Next year, Hank. Next year.
