By David Kenney
Cigarette dangling from his lip, Matthew Currie Holmes smokes and talks with ease. Clad in acid- washed jeans, a worn red T-shirt and black leather jacket, Currie Holmes looks like a lost banger. In 1986, though, the local actor would have been in all his lighter-waving glory. He laughs, remembering obscure, stupid slang like "gaylord"… Continue reading Headbanging homage