Man that Jenny Hurricane (singer for the Midnight Creeps) has got some pipes. The band's disc "Doomed From The Get Go" has Miss Hurricane bellowing fierce and inclement, but live Tuesday night at The Bug Jar her voice was even luxurious and big a la Johnette Napolitano. She still roared snotty, and with a wallop that reduced the mic to the role of mere prop.

Warped Tour celebrated its 13th year with a stop at Darien Lake Friday. I brought my 13-year-old niece along to solidify my cool uncle status. With approximately 16,000 kids running around the place looked like a MySpace piñata had exploded. The DIY work ethic runs high with this generation of bands - along with their accessibility by the fans - and they are to be commended even if some of them suck.

There were a fistful of bands I wanted to see: Flogging Molly, who drove the crowd absolutely nuts; Bad Religion, who just played it straight ahead, So-Cal-istic, and with no frills; and Tiger Army, the lone psychobilly outfit that was one of the only unique acts of the day.

But there weren't no surprises, nothing outta left field that deviated from the legions of screaming young, dirty, and cute. There were no nuggets to be discovered. Warped Tour criteria has become kinda formulaic, I'm afraid. And that ain't so punk rock. And the syrupy courtesy these young bands ooze over their fans - Jesus, it drove me nuts. If I never hear "You guys are awesome" again, it'll be too soon. "Thanks," sure, but enough with all this goddamn kowtowing.

Well, maybe there was one revelation: Coheed and Cambria rocked - hard. It was practically metal or heavy prog-rock and the kids ate it up. Those guys were awesome.

Vans custom sneaker cat and Texas tattooer Oliver Peck inked me backstage with a Roman numeral I-IV-V. And no, it ain't my locker combination and it isn't there to commemorate Sterling Holloway's birthday. If you love rock 'n' roll, you'll know why. Gabba Gabba Hey.