People know Henry Rollins these days as the kind of blockheaded-looking, kind of belligerent-acting but strangely charming and intelligent host of his own talk show. Lots of people know him as the man who broadcast an open letter to Ann Coulter in which he invited her to be his domestic slave ("Come on Ann, you fucking psycho - let's do this"). But I remember Henry Rollins as the guy who spent the 1980s screaming at me from the safety of my stereo.
Remember Black Flag? That was some good old California shoutin' hardcore, the kind of music you could, you know, shred to if you had a mind. Here's a few clips of Henry Rollins from now and way back when.
Letter to Carrot Top
Rise Above & American Waste
America Is Under Attack