Alex Cerv

Widower father 🐶🐶👧🏻. Root Beer Enthusiast. Rocker looking for a muse.

[Alex Cerv @_alexcerv]

THC la pura sabrosura https://t.co/0OXsLDeSR3 via @YouTube

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[erin/c @erincsun]

Writing these words is incredibly difficult for me right now, but I'm afraid that if I don't write them now, I never will.

I was only ten years old when I first saw the photo of Jennifer 'Precious' Finch below. I had just lost my mother after her long battle with cancer. Around that time, I was reading a book about Kurt Cobain and the author mentioned a bass player named Jennifer Finch.

Nirvana's drummer Dave Grohl was her boyfriend and she was the one who introduced Courtney Love to Kurt, and she was an incredible bassist, artist, photographer and activist, and played in an all female band called L7. She seemed to have left her fingerprints all over the American punk scene.

After reading everything written about Jennifer over and over again, I remember my childself self thinking: 'An all-female punk band?'

I couldn't stop staring at her photos in amazement... The fire-red hair, the unbelievable energy bursting out of every image, the confidence, the attitude, the style...

I threw the book into my bag, rushed to the nearest record store, showed it to the owner, and asked, "Do you have LPs of any of these bands? Hole? Babes in Toyland? Sugar Babydoll? L7? The Gits?"

They had L7.

I bought the record and ran straight back home.

The years that followed were spent following these women... Their stage presence, their courage, their music, their politics. Even if Oliver Stone had opened Natural Born Killers with an explosion, it couldn't have made a bigger impact on me than hearing "Shitlist." I can't remember how many times that my childhood version watched the film just to hear L7. Or how many times I jumped off the couch when Jennifer appeared in a John Waters film. Or how many nights I stayed up in front of MTV, hoping they'd play another one of their videos.

My childhood, my teenage years were shaped by that world. My worldview. My confidence. My taste in music. My politics. Even my closest circle of friends.

Then life performed one of its impossible miracles.

Jennifer Finch transformed from one of my childhood heroes into a musician I eventually had the privilege of working with, then into a close friend, then an older sister and ultimately someone I call family.

The first real tour I ever organized with my friends as a teenager was for Jennifer's new band, The Shocker. Years later, in my twenties, we were sitting together in a kebab shop in Denmark talking about our shared love for Kanye and the Yeezy pop-up store in Los Angeles that had just opened.

As I approached my thirties, we wandered through museums together in Nuremberg before going to watch British bands play.

Another time, while I was visiting the incredible Raymond Pettibon retrospective in Moscow, I called her to show her the original SST fanzines. "Cali mention, Precious!!'

From the day I discovered her as a child until today, Jennifer's influence never left my life. I admired her, learned from her, and never stopped learning from her. I honestly don't think anyone else has shaped my life so profoundly or in so many different ways.

Jennifer was so down to earth that you could almost forget, for a moment, just how much she had lived through and how a legendary rockstar she really was.

But then she'd start talking about music, art, photography, or politics, and you'd immediately realize the depth of her knowledge. I have met very few people in my life whose understanding of music stretched so effortlessly from hip-hop to metal, from punk to jazz.

Jennifer wasn't just an icon of the Los Angeles punk scene. She reached people in the smallest underground communities all over the world and left a lasting mark on countless lives. You could write an entire book about the life she lived. Within seconds she could take you from a jaw dropping story to one that left you crying with laughter.

One day she told me she was proud of me. I still remember thinking "Life has been incredibly hard but hey, if I can make my childhood hero proud then it's ok, I made it."

I'm writing these words with incredible sadness, grief mixed with anger, because I truly believe that if the United States treated healthcare as a universal human right, Jennifer Finch would still be with us today. Instead, her treatment turned into a battle against private insurance companies that made everything harder, longer and more exhausting.

So yes, my heart is broken. And yes, forever, Free Luigi.

My deepest condolences to her life partner, Jack, and to everyone who loved her and everyone who was loved by her.

Until we meet again, may the stars guide you home. Precious. I'll miss you forever.

— Erin

RIP Jennifer Precious Finch (1966-2026)

[Punt Road @punt_rd]

Sympathies & condolences to the family and friends of L7 bassist Jennifer Finch who has died at 59 after battling brain cancer.

A fantastic band & pioneers for women in heavy music she will be sorely missed.

This cheeky performance on UK TV always makes me laugh!

RIP, legend❤️

[Alex Cerv @_alexcerv]

Si existen los Alo yoga pants y los pantalones embarrados porque el look de Korn 😩😂
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Little Timmy teching for Stevie in Buckcherry 🙌🏻🤟🏻. https://t.co/jK8JNRk3Pg via @YouTube

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[Alex Cerv @_alexcerv]

@MissMexicoou @bosch_fatima 🔥😊.

[Guns N' Roses Perú Oficial FC⚡️ @gnr_perufc]

Dato curioso: algunos fans recuerdan que MTV llegó a omitir o recortar canciones como “Mama Kin” y “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door” en determinadas emisiones televisivas, por lo que las versiones completas siempre fueron muy buscadas por los coleccionistas.

¡Y sí, ver “Mama Kin”

[CHIVAS @Chivas]

🫂 ¡Mi ❤️ pintado tricolor! 🐐

[CHIVAS @Chivas]

¡VAMOS, PROFESOR! ¡VAMOS JUNTOS, CARAJO!

[CHIVAS @Chivas]

🇫🇷 ¡LAS CHIVAS ESTÁN EN SEMIFINALES! 🇫🇷

¡ESTE PASE LO LOGRAMOS CON EL APOYO DE LA TRIBUNA Y UN SOBERBIO DOBLETE DE SANDOVAL! ¡ESTO ES CHIVAS!

ASÍ, UNIDOS, VAMOS POR EL PASE A LA FINAL CARAJO 🫂

[Alex Cerv @_alexcerv]

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Just got back from the best whorehouse in town
And had the best pussy Mona Lisa I ever found 🎶 https://t.co/88KdmgVOFR via @YouTube

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[Alex Cerv @_alexcerv]

@ocesa_rock está por cancelarse el festival de punk que se tenía programado es buen momento para asegurar un sold out; solo de Bad Religion en el pabellón del palacio en el Pepsi Center.

[Alex Cerv @_alexcerv]

Ours and Jellyfish both of the most underrated bands of all times.

[Scott Lipps @Scottlipps]

Jimmy Gnecco (Ours) on Fame, Failure & the Truth About Record Deals https://t.co/AAmiK4Lhfm via @YouTube @OursMusic @JimmyGneccoNews

[Alex Cerv @_alexcerv]

11:15 min. Los Misfits nunca llegaron 😂😂https://t.co/ol9FRK278g via @YouTube

[Alexandra🌞 @Alexalvz12]

La ciencia acaba de confirmar lo que todo dueño de perro ya intuía: el amor de un perro es real.

Estudios de resonancia magnética revelaron algo profundamente conmovedor sobre su vínculo con nosotros.
Cuando un perro huele a su humano, una zona específica de su cerebro —el núcleo caudado— se activa con una intensidad única.

Ni la comida, ni otros perros, ni los juguetes provocan esa respuesta.
Solo el olor de su dueño.

El núcleo caudado está asociado a la alegría, el amor y la recompensa.
Eso significa que los perros no solo nos reconocen: nos sienten con amor genuino.

Cuando te miran con esos ojos llenos de ternura o corren hacia ti al llegar a casa, no es instinto ni costumbre.
Es una reacción emocional profunda, grabada en su cerebro.

La ciencia lo llama activación neuronal.
Nosotros lo llamamos amor incondicional.