ChowderHead is as much an art form as it is a conversational hub. It’s an oddity, really – a fantastically bizarre, mysterious, dark, hilarious, unpractical, senseless, anything-but-itty-bitty Rock and Roll ditty.
The stories and articles that you’ll read (or avoid) here are meant to draw you out of body, cradle your undivided attention, then backhand you across the face when least expected.
On most days, it’s a rowdy house party filled with craptastic Fotoshopping, ridiculous hypothetical questions, tacky one-liners, an Official Dictionary of Terms, and an occasional epiphany. So grab yourself a cup. Five bucks at the door.
Rock Star salute