this really is going to be the year i overdose on nostalgia. i've seen bauhaus, front 242 and, most recently, the sisters of mercy. i got the chance to see one of my old-time punk heroes, , henry rollins and now the other great pillar of american punkdom, jello biafra. he's doing a spoken word gig at the convocation hall of the univertsity of toronto on april 15th.
where rollins is all piss and vinegar and righteous anger, biafra is more like the shakespearean court jester, making profound points often through the most absurd means.
there's very little i can tell you about this guy that you can't find out through his label. much like henry rollins, someone i really admire and who, mercifully, hasn't mellowed with age. (although i'd be surprised if he attempted one of his signature stage dives.)
general admission tickets are available through ticketmaster.