Times are tough, but getting good for the famous-housing market: first, Hef sells his house, and now we find out that Henry Rollins is a movin' on up, and out of his classy "Craftsman-style" Hollywood home. Realtors have reported hey use the baking-cookies smell to cover up the lingering scent of angry and muscles.

I'm kinda surprised punk people - especially Rollins, who still kicks ass without bothering to take names today - are willing to sit down and do interviews that make them seem, well, old, but GQ rounded up some of those west-coast punk old-times, including Rollins, to chit-chat about their carefree youths.

It happens more than I care to admit I've heard on the radio. Snot-nosed kid doing 'indie' journalism talks his way into a back-stage pass to do an "interview", and pisses his way through it. My favorites are the musicians that don't put up with the crap -- and Henry Rollins is not one to take crap from such a kid:The video was posted by, and produced by, a high school TV program. via.