Dinero is Spanish for money. Money is American for power. We have little of either, but we’ve got plenty to say about it. Blessed with brains too big in skulls too thick, we slog through all possible iterations of what is American rock, from freaking out the folk tradition a la The Minutemen, Meat Puppets and Roky Erickson to aping the relatively wholesome stuff of the Creedence/ZZ Top/Flamin’ Groovies mold. Amid the baldness and the graying and the increasing crotchety cynicism, we do it because it beats the Elks Club and because at some point the choice is between making fun of Rep. Boehner’s ankle socks or simply breaking down in despair.
"Our current act is a piece of performance art that begins long before we actually arrive at the club. This tribute to the American worker consists of several hours of underappreciated, undercompensated labor, followed by drinking at the bar. Special tickets are available for patrons interested in seeing the whole act, which begins at 3 p.m. on the day of the show at our practice space, and may involve giving me a hand with this freaking amp while you're just standing there, for Christ's sake."