Love is like a ram-buh-lin rose…
Incendiary! That’s an overused adjective commonly used to describe damp squibs of (in this case) musicians that can barely navigate a pentatonic scale much less rock a cradle. Like Chuck D. used to whisper, “'cos I’m louder than a bomb.” Such is was the life of Detroit’s molotov cocktail of a guitarist, Wayne Kramer. Proto-punk MC5, the cocaine years, incarceration, Gang War, The Hard Stuff, Jail Guitar Doors, MC50, Alice Cooper’s Detroit Stories. I know I’ve missed a few.
I am still in shock, forgive me. “Brother Wayne” passed away Friday, February 2, 2024 of pancreatic cancer. Jesus, I didn’t even know he was ill! A new album was in the works. Aaggh, these humans.
Brothers and sisters! Brothers and sisters, I am compelled…compelled to present to you all today a rightous selection of the revolutionary Brother Wayne Kramer, in
allmost of his glorious phases and stages! Kick out the jams, motherfuckers!