Updated on February 16, 2026.

I’ve probably built a hundred websites over the past thirty-plus years. But for some reason, I never built a site for the best (and last) punk band I was in, Sonny Vincent and The Extreme. Until now. As you may have guessed.

So have a look: sve.band. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s what I have, and it’s better than the other Extreme websites out there because there aren’t any other Extreme websites out there.

I only played with Sonny for a couple of years, but I experienced many firsts with the band. First tour, first record, first tremendous failures, and I was going to say first musical triumphs, but we had very few of those.

Lack of triumphs aside, it was often fun; we were a great band, if I do say so myself, and I can say I played at CBGB on my first ever tour, though the show itself was awful (our bass player broke a string during the first song – cue a 20-minute break to fix it).

It’s funny, I think it was 1982 when we played there, and I felt like CBGB was kind of over by then. I mean, it had been open since 1974, that was eight years! A virtual lifetime on the conveyor belt of new music. The joke was on me, as it usually is, since CBGB was open and semi-relevant for another 25 years after we played there.

My favorite part of the site is probably the flyers page, mainly because I decided to tell a little story about each flyer or show (I ended up doing that on the photos page, too). Punk flyers deserve their own museum (not that Las Vegas thing, though). I’m not saying ours were particularly museum-worthy; they aren’t, in fact, they’re a little uptight for punk flyers. But the whole flyer culture was something special.

Do bands still make flyers? I remember the Sunset Strip when I moved to Los Angeles in 1984. Saturday night, all the hair band boys and girls were out, and the strip was packed every weekend. I avoided it for the most part because that wasn’t my scene, but when I had to walk anywhere on Sunset, it was an endless stream of stick-thin hair boys trying to impose a neon-colored flyer on you for their band’s next show.

99% of those flyers were immediately dropped to the sidewalk, so the Strip on Friday and Saturday nights looked like Times Square at 12:05 on New Year’s Day. Like a flyer bomb, detonated by the explosion of a thousand cans of Aqua Net.

Which is why it’s such a treat to see old flyers now, because no one saved them. They weren’t important, unless you went to the show and it was memorable, and by then the flyers were usually long gone. I only saved the SVE flyers because they were for my band.

In the early 80s, no one was thinking, “I’ll bet there will be a World Wide Web (or punk museum) someday, and these flyers will look cool on my website!” You only saved them if they meant something to you, and even then, you probably threw them away eventually. “What is this old junk? Remove ya!”

So yeah. Whoop-dee-doo, another website in the vast, stinky sea of the web. Maybe saying “the web” is passe. Do people even say “the web” anymore? I guess I still hear people say “the internet,” but really, it’s not even the internet anymore; it’s just life.

So I’ve added something to life, how about that? Whether I’ve added it to your life depends on whether you have the courage and pioneering spirit to go to sve.band. Do you dare?

WRITTEN BY A HUMAN