Never Been In A Riot

Rush Limbaugh is an egregious sack of shit. Hates his fellow citizens and, in fact, all of the things that make America a free democratic country.

Plus, he needs Viagra to fuck young girls on Dominican Sex Tours. while he sucks on big fat Cuban cigars, completely ignorant of the homosexual subtext.

While I am certainly not inciting someone to anally rape him with a shotgun while forcing him to fellate large black men, tattoo "I love Hillary" on his ass,  and then steal his car, I can dream of that....

Between The Wheels

Managed to chalk up, wear down, and otherwise live through another week. No diseases, didn't kill anyone, and even scraped out some good news.

Amidst all the death and destruction, that is.

Because I WOULD like to remind everyone that while the daffodils are blooming, the Brewers are managing to ALMOST catch up the freakin Cubs, and the end of school is in sight, that Our Beloved Leaders are continuing to destroy another country, maim, kill, rape and torture in our name, all the while looting wealth of America for personal benefit.

And that John McCain (no smart-ass nickname) would happily, gleefully, continue these policies for decades.

Support Hillary, support Obama, whatever; but in November, just defeat that fucker McCain.




This is for..... Iraq. And Iraqis, living and dead. Hell, this is for Mesopotamia, and the hoping the destruction we've arbitrarily visited upon the cradle of civilization is repairable. And if not, here's hoping the dolphins (or cockroaches) make a better job of the planet than we have. Happy, happy. A beacon of sunshine, that's me.


1. Mesopotamia from the album "Party Mix/Mesopotamia" by The B-52s Not even random. This song, produced by David Byrne, was a complete shock to fans back in the day; the high-octane grooves were slowed down, and the harmonies were refined. Lyrical content was a bit more sophisticated. Listening now, it's sounds oddly like the latest stuff from them.
2. I like from the album "My Hats Collection" by Men Without Hats It sound like old '80s day. I don't care; it works for me today, even if the 'Reagan Revolution' was setting the stage for the amoral and evil Republican Party of today. The music, as if in opposition to the bleakness of the political landscape, was ridiculously full of energy and color. Or maybe it was all the coke. Start bombing in five minutes, indeed. Story about MWH: When the album came out, Missus P and I were going to schools on oppo sides of the state, and one of us would usually drive the 3 hours on a weekend. So I would take my newest vinyl, pop in a tape, and record a side while I went to classes. When I recorded this one, unknown to me, the kitteh walked across the turntable (!?!) while I was gone and hit the cut button, so the tt stopped. So when I loaded up National Velvet, hit the road and popped in the top, the second song stopped midway through and the rest of the tape was dead air. Thanks kitteh.
3. Bonus Track from the album "Eeviac" by Man Or Astro-Man? Hey, the old Mac SmoothTalker!! Reading the credits. In Trinoids. Woot.
4. Orpheus from the album "Live At The Metro Disk One" by Mekons Oh one of my favorite songs, even if it's not from the 80s. Rotating vocalists within the songs, it goes from Jonny to Tom to Sally and back again, it also features this wonderful lyric (obviously meant for AG):

I will teach them from my lesson
I will teach them from my song
I will speak of all lives wonder
Where I land will be renowned

Where I land will be the fortress
Of this fight against the tides
Tides of rotten patriarchy
Tides of greed and tricks and lies

Lose your head

5. Me And Eddie Vedder from the album "Morning Wood" by The Rugburns Maybe we can start another thread about the Rugburns, Kath.

6. Myopia from the album "Eeviac" by Man Or Astro-Man? C'mon Itunes, let's move on already. 32,000 songs and you're stuck on Man Or Astro-Man? Sheesh. This is agood number though, even a little bit proggy and 6 minutes long

7. Drunks With Guns from the album "Slanted & Enchanted: Luxe & Reduxe (Disc 2)" by Pavement Pitchfork lives. Apparently.
8. 4 Wanted Signs from the album "About Her Steps" by The Silos Old school Alt-Country. As much indebted to the Mekons as to the Feelies.

9. Gone Gone Gone (Done Moved On) from the album "Raising Sand" by Robert Plant & Alison Krauss I look at this album cover and see Krauss standing next to Plant, a bona fide rock legend who still exerts that magnetism even through a photo (and still has amazing hair) and can only think one thing: Did she fuck him? Good lord, wouldn't you? If you were that close to that kind of history? Shit, I'd do him if he asked me, and I'm not very gay.

10. Wreck on the Highway from the album "The River" by Bruce Springsteen More old school. I actually obtained this vinyl from Columbia Record Company - 10 records for one penny, then you blow off the obligation to buy more!! Now there was an Internet-style business model, decades before the Internet. One of my lawyer friends would join, over and over, under an assumed name then send a legal cease and desist letter demanding they stop sending bills. I won't miss the major record labels at all. They're stupid and ugly and the dog doesn't like them and they don't like music, they just want to get rich off it. Fuck 'em sideways with a Journey double album.

11. Wrecking Crew from the album "Ed Haynes Sings Ed Haynes" by Ed Haynes Supremely funny stuff from an obscure left coast folkie, I got into him based on a single time they played the video for "I Want To Kill Everybody" on MTV. Yes back when they played music on Music Television.

12. Eater - Fifteen from the album "The Greatest Punk Album Of All Time (Disc B)" by Fifteen Mangling of "I'm Eighteen"

13. (It Will All) Workout from the album "History Of Our Future" by JJ Jumpers This is a comp disc of rock music by Black artists from New York, put together by one of the guys from Living Colour.

14. All That That Implies from the album "Resigned" by Michael Penn Kath said it first a while back. Michael Penn is a wonderful, unrecognized artist. Yes, it's Sean Penn's brother. And married to Aimee Mann. Weird, is all.

15. Influenza (Relapse) from the album "Voodoo Dollies - The Best of Gene Loves Jezebel" by Gene Loves Jezebel More 80's.

16. Satellite from the album "Bachelor No. 2" by Aimee Mann That's funny. Even ITunes puts 'em together.





Recently read an interview with Jon Langford of the Mekons in Crawdaddy (that rag is still around? Huh.) by Jocelyn Hoppa. Some great quotes came out of it:

Everyone sang along, mini pitchers of beer in hand like some scene out of a movie—a sweaty, jovial camaraderie hung in the air—all hinged on the gloriously loose-knit music of the Mekons.

Those two words give new meaning to a humdrum life in which most of us resign ourselves to, believing we have little control over the events of the day, that there’s less and less that we know as we grow older. Staunchly authentic—these words describe what it means to stand the test of time, to stand in stark contrast to whatever destroys, to stand up even when you’re being kicked down. It’s old world in the new, remaining true to its core, while able to survive and keep greatness alive. Staunchly authentic does not bend, and that may or may not be stupid. All we do know is where the line is drawn. And what threatens to blot it out.

"I’ve always found that whenever these big changes happen in the music industry and people are confused it’s usually a good time for the artists. You know, every time I see a lawsuit against people recording music at home or sharing files, I just think it’s hilarious… that’s the enemy against people who like music. I think it’s really ironic and a good sign for the musicians because basically the greedy bastards have built a house of cards and hopefully it will come tumbling down. And I think I would willingly give my music away for free if I thought it would destroy the music industry."

" I think the most interesting thing in music is when a new technology breaks out and cultures all clash… like, say you get a bunch of kids in Leeds to listen to George Jones and Merle Haggard for the first time. Suddenly you have all this inspiration to write music."

Let's knock some shit down this year. Pat McCurdy sez:

Let's get together and knock things over
Let's get together and wiggle around
Let's get together and knock things over
I love to see things falling down

Technorati Tags: cobaggery, noise

Banana Republic

Okay, let's take stock:

Fabricating wars and violence to inspire nationalistic fervor and keep the populace distracted - check.

Massive profit taking in the ruling class - check

Increasing poverty - check

Decreasing life expectancy - check

Massive unemployment - check

Homelessness and bankruptcies increasing to levels not seen in decades - check

Collapse of banking system (temporarily forestalled by government bailout) - check

Devaluation of currency - yes indeedy.

Ostracization by other nations - can you say Yeah?

increasing crime- check

Unprecedented levels of incarceration, increasing severity of sentences- check

Disappearing people and imprisoning people without proof or recourse - check

torture, official, sanctioned, and killing people - o you bet.

And now, with little fanfare, food costs increasing to the point that people are hoarding staple supplies in fear of scarcity.  

Yep, those Republicans:  good for America.  It makes me wish I believed in God because I think she's the only one that could save us anymore.

When do we cross over into Third World status?

Good, There Are No Lions In The street

I believe what I probably need is an Interociter.

Tom Sawyer

It was finally a nice day in Milwaukee.  Finally.  Regrettably, I was forced to yet again ignore the piles of dogshit in our yard to spend several hours in the office, getting ready for the new week and the piles of other types of feces being prepared to drop on me   like I was Biff in "Back To The Future"

My shit.  Let me show you it.

After stopping at Subway for a sandwich (off my back you foodie elitists) and coming up the stair to my office, I saw the first indication that this day maybe would not be so fine.  One of the panels to my office door was missing, and the door was unlocked.  Opening the door -- shards of wood from the missing panel.  Ooohhhhhhhh shit.  Poopie.

A quick look around- no significant fuckage.  Was it just some passing drunks?  There's a bar right downstairs, after all.  I don't see any vomit or piss though.  Although the toilet room was filthy.  Not the interloper's fault though, we're pigs.

Eventually I looked in depth and figured out that our camera bag was stolen.  Shit, nice camera.  Fortunately, we are in the habit of downloading it every time we use it, so nothing lost there.  

So..... I made a mental note to call all the various officials on Monday and got down to fuckin work.  Townhouses don't draw themselves, you know.  Over the course of the day, I finally tumbled to the fact that a few other items were missing; an SLR camera (that my parents had given me ) and a bag of measuring stuff.  I imagine he thought the bag had better stuff than measuring tapes and flashlights, but fuck 'im. 

So my day was winding to a close and I was packing up (just spending a last few minutes looking at blogs and listening to the new Rush live release, Brando) when I... heard something.  Turning down the music, I heard something again.  Something furtive.  Something -- Someone.  Someone!!

I jumped out of my chair and ran around the corner of the double doors leading into my office.  The office lights were out, although the night had not fully fallen and some light filtered in through our windows.  A ... person... was skulking, is the best word, around the front desk.  "HEY!@!!" I bellowed.  Have you ever heard me yell?  They probably heard it on the street below.  Dude heard it, certainly.  With a little luck, he peed himself.  For a split second, I thought it might be Anthony, the guy who cleans my office and has been notoriously absent for several weeks.  But dude said "Ohsorrytheressomebodyheresorry" and turned around to scurry out the door which  Anthony wouldn't have done.  Besides, you know I locked that damn door all day, because I was nervous.  Dude reached through the opening to unlock it.

  Now, I'm a big guy.  And I've been pretty well trained in self defense.  I go just about anywhere without much worry, and when I saw the break in initially this morning, my thought was even if the guy came back, why shoudl I be scared?  I could kick his head offa his neck.

But as I ran forward and threw the deadbolt behind Dude, I was shit-scared.  My heart was pumping full throttle and I was moving like a hyperactive gerbil with a butt-load of caffeine.  And sugar.  And meth.  I'm still coming down after several drinks.  I ran back to the desk and hit 911.  It took like three seconds to be connected and it seemed like 10 minutes.  For a second or two, I was wondering why the phones weren't working.  Then an operator answered, and asked me a bunch of nonsense question.  Well they seemed like nonsense.  

"A GUY!! HE CAME IN MY OFFICE!! THE DOOR WAS LOCKED!! A GUY, THIS GUY!!  I CHASED HIM AWAY!!"

eventually she got something coherent out of me, and they sent Milwaukee's finest.  I just got done with them and the Detectives, and frankly, I'm impressed.  Not the least by the blues walking through my building with weapons drawn, telling the dust bunnies to come out if they didn't want to be shot.

Detective asked me if I wanted to prosecute.  I was noncommittal at first, but kept thinking about that SLR camera that my parents gave me a few years back.  Fucker took the camera my Dad gave me, and I don't have enough things that my Dad gave me.  

Fucker.  Not my Dad, the Dude.  Fucker. 

All He Wants To Do Is Fish

fishing fisking:

Apparently half of the people in the blogosphere routinely perform spit-takes of coffee and/or diet soda onto their computers. I would think this is messy.

Oh, it is. That's why I regularly blog in a full hazmat suit from a waterproofed bunker. That and the AG comments.  Toxic levels.  Plus, I'm naked some of the time, but you have to guess which times those are.  Am I naked now?  

There. Appears. To. Be. Somewhat. Of. A. Breakdown. In. Standard. Punctuation. I. Find. It. Disturbing

.

Then. We, have-been. Successful!!11!!1eleven!

It seems that some peoples' asses actually fall off when they laugh and people are actually rolling on the floor. This concerns me.

I think I speak for many when I say that I wish my ass would fall off. At least a portion of it.

The rolling on the floor is fun though, and the dog likes it.

When did it become a common behavior to rinse your eyes and/or brain with bleach? This does not seem like a very good idea to me.

You obviously are not familiar with a period of time known as the Sixties.  Back then (as well as  throughout the Seventies and much of the Eighties)  this was called Recreational and considered to be a Good Time.

On an unrelated note, many of the people who were coming of age during this period appear unable to recall much of it.  But I am informed by reliable sources that there is no connection whatsoever.  None.  Have  a drink.  Relax.

There is an odd impression out there that someone might actually read the 5,456 comments on an Atrios open thread. This can only be described as insanity.

I remember when Atrios posts would regularly get 0 comments. This was back before America was destroyed. Good times, good times.

People are under the mistaken impression that cheesy music videos from the late 80's can cause actual harm. I do not know what this means.

This means that video signals in the eighties were quite a bit stronger. Like old microwaves, the radiation had to be broadcast at a much higher level and the shielding was mostly ineffective. This has been found to cause sterility and brain damage and Republicanism in large mammals and small fish. The effect is heightened when the video include primitive video effects, blue screen work, an Omnichord or Casio, hair spray at weapons-grade levels, or males in mascara.

UN Weapons Inspectors have found sites such as Atrios, The Poor Man, Sadly, No and Three Bulls to be in violation of Strategic Arms Limitation Treaties, as well as contradicting the tenets of most major religions and breaking Public Decency laws in many small midwestern towns.  You Tube is being cited as accessory. International sanctions are being considered, citations for spitting have been issued, and it WILL be going on their Permanent Records.

Empire Of The Senseless.  Clarifying the Intertoobz for a couple of hours now.

Twin Cinema

Presented with little comment.

Here's a link to a detail.

OK, one comment:  is that a dick in his ear or is his brain fucked?

Have at it in the comments.

[EDIT]  Of course, this post is not intended for the pure and innocent like Kathleen or Snag.

Bedbugs and Ballyhoo

Friday Random Music, Poking the Bear edition....

Also, George Stephanopolous eats it. If he was a sign designer, this would be his work.

Last weekend our water heater pooped out, and we had to have the plumbers in to get it going again. But that wasn't real bad.

Then on Monday the men with the big steel hose came out to clean out the house drain, there's a tree that sends roots into it. I'm betting eventually the whole lateral will need to be replaced. But that wasn't bad at all.

Then on Sunday or so, the boiler stopped working. The zone valves were screwed, and needed replacing. Not too bad by itself.

But in order to do so, the shutoff and purging valves had to be replaced also, because they were either frozen or corroded.

Also the refill valve.

Also the bleeder valve.

Also, three other zone valves.

Also, some valve type apparatus on top of the boiler. I couldn't hear for the dollar signs by then.

Basically, everything except the actual boiler was shot, decayed, leaking, frozen or outright busted. It just took until last weekend to actually shut the damn thing down.

Kevin, the heating guy, was there from 8 AM till 6 PM yesterday. I sent one of his kids to college.

Toomuch Music: 31.5 K songs. 978 artists. I've been slacking.

1. Erase / Replace from the album "Echoes, Silence, Patience & Grace" by Foo Fighters I reallylike this new album. After kind of an erratic start, they really have kind of come together. Plus, Pat Smear of the germs is in the band.
2. Where Did All The Girls Come From? from the album "Anthology: 1985-1990" by Treat Her Right. Mark Sandman's band prior to Morphine. Another great loss. But I managed to catch Morphine before he left.
3. I Remember You from the album "Get Close" by The Pretenders
4. Honky Tonk Hiccups from the album "The Virginian" by Neko Case Neko works outside the Pornographers (incidentally, the name of the pornographers came from a 50's or 60's quote from some Congressional asshole about rock and roll music being "a new kind of pornography")
5. Once In A Lifetime from the album "Gag Me With A Spoon" by Citizen King Local Beertown hip-hopish crossover band doing a Talking Heads song on an excellent 80's cover album, all by Milwaukee bands, released by erstwhile local label Don't Records.
6. I Brought Kicks from the album "Continue to Enjoy the Figgs" by The Figgs Yes, they did bring kicks. They always do.
7. Window from the album "Baby 81" by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club Provided by Zelmo. Performing at S-Fest this year. It'll be packed.
8. Destruction from the album "The Land Of Rape And Honey" by Ministry Noisy boys.
9. Woke Up New from the album "Get Lonely" by The Mountain Goats
10. Turquoise Jewelry from the album "Our Beloved Revolutionary Sweetheart" by Camper Van Beethoven "Take off that jumpsuit, you look like Grace Slick/ Stay up all night, drinking that 7-11 coffee" Brilliant.
11. Over The Wall from the album "**Burn" by Echo & The Bunnymen

Eleven's all you get cause one of you has been bad. You know who it is.

Technorati Tags: cobaggery, noise

Pulling Touch

Breathe deep
fill up with relief
Don't go mad,
Don't go mad.

Come to me, come to me,
Set me free set me free

20 years ago, most of the people I knew unanimously loved Poi Dog Pondering.  Last night, a couple of them even got their middle aged asses up and joined us.

I haven't gone to see Poi Dog since R was drinking, other than a couple of times at Summerfest.  But there, it was always densely packed with folks who drove up from Chicago, and I was spoiled by seeing them at Shank.  Which was where they were last night, playing for me and 200 other close friends.  No movie loops, no dancing hippies, just a tight nine piece playing the songs they created and spreading joy as best they know how.

A lifetime of accomplishments of which the dirt knows none,
only in death can one truly return
Return the carrots, the apples and potatoes,
The chickens, the cows, the fish and tomatoes.
In one glorious swoop, let the deed be done
and bury me deep so that I can be one...

And all around my muscle and all around my bone,
don't incinerate me or seal me from
the dirt which bore me, the bed that which from
the rain falls upon and the fruit comes from

For the dirt is a blanket, no fiery tomb,
No punishment, reward, or pearly white room
And you who say that in death we will pay,
The dead they can't hear a word that you say

Your words are not kind, sober or giving,
they only put fear in the hearts of the living
So put away your tongues and roll up your sleeves,
and pick up your shovel and bury me deep.

I started to say that I was hoping that one of these days I would be able to see somebody play without breaking into tears.  But as I started writing this post, I realized that if I ever stopped, it would be reason for concern.  

Until then, every couple of weeks one band or another will do their part to keep me .... 

Acid Bubblegum

Friday musical spew.

1. Lose This Skin from the album "Sandinista! (Disc 2 of 2)" by The Clash I miss Joe Strummer.

2. For God and Country from the album "Zeitgeist" by Smashing Pumpkins

3. Moonshine from the album "…the corner of Miles and Gil" by Shack One of a number of fine batches of music referred by the whackaloons at 3Bulls.

4. Paradise from the album "Return To Paradise (Disc 1)" by Styx o good lord. Well, if Henry Rollins can admit to liking Chicago 4, this maybe isn;t so bad.

o fuck let's not fool ourselves. Dennis Deyoung at nearly his full schmaltz level. oog.

5. There She Goes from the album "Children of Nuggets: Original Artyfacts from the Second Psychedelic Era 1976-1996" by The La’s late century garage bandy psychedelic goodness. Ignore the fact that it's featured in a commercial for birth control pills. The La's probably made more money off the commercial than the original single, and good for them. At least it's not a commercial for Viagra or Wendy's.

6. Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy from the album "A Day at The Races" by Queen Queen has been rocking my world this week. They finally released a competent live album last year, from 1981; recorded in Montreal. This song isn't on there, however; it's one of the more fey semi-operatic odes.

7. Sweet Leaf from the album "Symptom Of The Universe: The Original Black Sabbath (Disc 1)" by Black Sabbath .....puff, puff, pass...puff, puff, pass....puff, puff, pass...

8. Watcher Of The Skies from the album "Live" by Genesis Old skool. Pete G. and the Biggo Mellotron Opening. So proggy and portentous and scary....maybe the lizard shedded it's tail.

9. A Warm Place from the album "The Downward Spiral" by Nine Inch Nails

10. Pachuco Cadaver from the album "Trout Mask Replica" by Captain Beefheart & The Magic Band Primal weirdness. Robyn Hitchcock wouldn't exist without Beefheart.

I never said this was a Ten. I'll keep going till I feel like stopping.

11. Breaking Glass from the album "Drunk Tank Decoy" by West of Rome And since my loo-Nattic inspector has decided to make my life hell yet again today, I'm-a gonna keep on going. Localish band I've seen open a couple of times; rootsy alty bar band chunkness.

12. Greenville from the album "Car Wheels On A Gravel Road" by Lucinda Williams

13. Zina-Marina from the album "Super Taranta!" by Gogol Bordello

Thirteen is the right number today.

I'll Show You Mine

working late. Drinking a bit. And this comes up on the Big Random, so I had to post it for an early Friday Music Spew.

Lost band, burning O so bright. Never made it over here to the land of Torture, but they were working before we elected emperor C+ Drunky McChimpyPants, so what the fuck.

I defy Zelmo to tell me this is bad. He may not like it, because man you can't classify it, but it's fuckin rock and you don't need to think, just listen. And feel.

Sing Along with Tiny:

In the future all this will be yours
So do what you want
You'll be dead and gone before you find out how it works

Hey kids, Rock and Roll is here
So scream all you want
It's a naked pagan glory
Celebrate the new

My advice to all you boys and all you girls is
Never try to be old
I wanna Stay Young
Wanna grow and never come undone

I wanna go out
Wanna have fun and never come back home

It's a winter wonderland
Everything is new
Gary Glitter's gone to seed so
Who will lead us now?

My advice to all you boys and all you girls is
Never try to be old
I wanna Stay Young

Wanna grow and never come undone
I wanna go out
Wanna have fun and never come back home

It can't be Loud enough.  When I get old and deaf, this is the kind of stuff I will hear, all day and night long.  

Summerfest is a little over three months away, cover bands or not.

Roll The Bodies Over

A fine fellow named Smut Clyde over at Sadly No reminded me. What with the death and whatnot, it's worth making a post out of it. Plenty of others have already said it all, especially Melissa at Shakesville; but what they hey. Originality is for people who don't read blogs.

Heston was a scenery chewing hack. But he worked with it, and if nothing else, the movies were always memorable; he didn't try for art.

Soylent Green featured interracial relations at a time when that was unusual; his dystopic skiffy movies practically defined a genre.

It's too bad he turned into a reactionary loon gun nut figurehead. His appearances after the Columbine shootings were amazingly tone deaf, and his inability to deal with the affable Michael Moore may have been evidence of his developing Alzheimer's.

So, in his memory, us America-hating liberals have to continue doing our best to "blow it all up! Damn us all to hell!!"  We're maniacs.

Let's all say it together:   Charlton Heston has put his vest on for the last time.

Guided By Voices

My Wife and My Dead Wife

question for all the married guys out there:

"You're getting a little thin up there." McCain's face reddened, and he responded, "At least I don't plaster on the makeup like a trollop, you cunt."

Would any of us have survived talking to our spouses, our partners, like that?

Presidential Candidate. Hmpf.

Sing For The Submarine

A long- awaited (I'm sure) Friday Random Ten. I think I'm the only one out here on teh Innertoobz still doing these. But that's me all over; just keep on banging that head against the Wall.

Many, many songs: 31,000 of 'em, 127 gigs of music filtered through an iTunes algorithm yields this today:

1. Tiny Candles from the album "Vinyl" by Dramarama John Easdale and Dramarama flirted with large scale success, and just missed; I saw 'em once at Shank and they played their guts out for a small crowd and came out to talk with everyone afterward. Songs of personal pain lacquered with punk-psychedelia. This unit is a droning little bit from one of their latter albums, when they seemed to be a bit less focused and looking to hit the magic combination for airplay success. Although they were on a major label and had seen some level of airplay including MTV (which is where I saw 'em; how long ago could you see music on Music TeleVision?), the massive breakout hit upon which major label success is predicated eluded them, and they were dropped; broke up not long afterward.

2. Magic Johnson from the album "Mother's Milk" by Red Hot Chili Peppers Saw 'em on this tour. Back when they still played in socks and the front of the crowd was a massive roiling mosh pit. But I've gotta confess that I really enjoy the more restrained and mellow work they've done in the past few years. But this one is a punk-rap tribute to Magic, of course, with a machine-gun drum and very little slapping from that damn Flea.

3. March Of The Ciccone Robots from the album "The Whitey Album [Remastered 2006]" by Ciccone Youth One-off side project from Sonic Youth. This is an old school noise instrumental from the album that features the drone-rock classic cover of Madonna's "Into The Groove", preceded by the "Tuff Titty Rap" classic stuff. Not everybody's cup of tea, but massively popular with us IMS's.

4. Like A Possum from the album "Ecstasy" by Lou Reed Lou, you're a rock legend and I love you, but this is crap. You know, if you're gonna write shitty lyrics like this, just go back and make Metal Machine Music 2, 3 and 4. Sweet Spaghetti Monster, 16 fuckin minutes long??! You listen to it if you want but I'm moving on.

5. Viva Las Vegas from the album "No Quarter Pounder" by Dread Zeppelin Now this is sweet. Led Zeppelin music done reggae style by a cheesy Elvis imitator called Tortelvis. (I know this is an Elvis song.) Buckle on yer Big Ol Gol' Belt, baby!!

6. The Knights Who Say "Ni!" from the album "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" by Monty Python heh. Going to see Spamalot next month. I want.... A Shrubbery!!!

7. No Parachutes from the album "Hunkpapa" by Throwing Muses

8. Poor Little Critter On The Road from the album "Poor Little Critter On The Road" by Knitters How could I have missed the Knitters when they came through town? Maybe I deserve all the grief I get from Miss Doctor effin Matriarchy AG. Eff the effin partriarchy.

9. Shiny Cage from the album "Chips From The Chocolate Fireball" by The Dukes Of Stratosphear XTC side project. All trippy and psychedelic. I like this a lot, but in small doses, even though it's not distressingly earnest.

10. C'mon Ya Boyz In Green from the album "I [Shamrock] NY" by Seanchai Irish hip-hop Side project from one of the original members of Black 47.

Who, incidentally, have a new album out called Iraq. Yes, it's anti-war; but more, it's stories are all based on emails from soldiers who have been/are in Iraq.. Great stuff without being strident.

11. Last of the Wilds (Instrumental) from the album "Dark Passion Play (Double Disc Version)" by Nightwish The War Against Silence turns me on to yet another great band. Prog-metal group with a female singer. As much bombast as you could want. This one has a bit of a jig to the fiddle playing; an instrumental version of one of the tracks on their most recent album. Sweet, yet I predict Zelmo will ignore it.



Since I hate you all, I'm going to add a few more:

12. Breaking Point from the album "Change (Remastered)" by The Alarm Old school. he alarm was always derided as a U2 knock-off, but a vague similarity in voice belies some talented songwriters. And U2 couldn't write an anthem to save their frickin lives; while the Alarm tosses them off in their sleep. Although this isn't one of them, just kind of a sleepy little song. Oh well. I still like it.

13. Skaville UK from the album "Return Of The Ugly" by Bad Manners Bad Manners and Fatty "Buster" Bloodvessel riding the two-tone wave back in the day. If you like ska, you like this. If you don't there's no hope for you.

14. Stars and Stripes from the album "Iraq" by Black 47 There it is. One of the songs from that new Black 47 disc. A tribute to any of the soldiers who have fought overseas as much as any song ever is.

There's a marked lack of music being produced to commemorate this fucking war. War, hah. I don't see how it qualifies as a war, except for the fact that people are dying; police action is a laughable term and it's this lack of definition that threatens to keep American troops dying in the desert for any foreseeable future. Iraq is destroyed, the Mideast is devolving into a roiling brawl and millions of Iraqi refugees are being dispersed throughout the region, resulting in widespread human rights violations, including slavery and child prostitution. America openly tortures people who are locked up without recourse. And our military and economy are in tatters due to this little manly-man adventure arranged by sociopaths and savages under the guise of 'freedom'.

I don't see where there's a bright spot in that. Fuck it; it's so far beyond shit that a solution isn't even comprehensible. For nearly six years, the chattering class and ruling despots have told us that it's improving and that success is just around the corner.

I don't know if anybody can survive much more success and improvement.

Fuck McCain. Fuck Bush. Fuck Cheney. Fuck them with a cattle prod. TWO cattle prods. Fuck 'em with nail guns. Since torture is A-OK with us nowadays, that's perfectly fine, right?

15. I Got A Line On You from the album "The Life And Crimes Of Alice Cooper (Disc 4)" by Alice Cooper

Shit. after that, I need a bit of palate cleanser. I'm doing twenty!

16. You & Eye from the album "David Byrne" by David Byrne OK, I guess David wasn't the main talent in the Talking Heads.

17. First On The List from the album "Talk Is Cheap, Vol. 4" by Henry Rollins "There's a lot of things to be mad about..." sing it, brother. I'll step off when the fuck wits are gone.

18. Song For Dennis Brown from the album "The Sunset Tree" by The Mountain Goats chuckles missed the Mountain Goats. Makes me feel better about missing the Knitters. We're both cobags.

19. Sambadrome from the album "No. 10, Upping St." by Big Audio Dynamite Post-Clash. Critics hated B.A.D. I liked 'em. This isn't their best though.

20. Home Away From Home from the album "Can We Go Home Now" by The Roches I won't apologize.

Technorati Tags: noise