I’m having trouble figuring out what keywords are triggering the spy software the government uses in our private emails now that is marking this column as spam. Are you not allowed to type the name Roger Waters?
BEING IS MORE EFFECTIVE THAN HAVING
Ya know how I know? The always ungrateful and ungratified greedhead got-mine, (want all yours too) landlords are always hissing their never ending, spiteful complaints, the passive income stream business owners won’t shut up about their money for nothing they try to pass off as bootstraps hard work and virtuous, sweat of their highbrow philanthropy. I wish I could record my songs, I wish people would not give me so much shit when I wanna drink and listen to music-of course I sometimes wish I had a little more surplus to buy books and hats and glasses and cowboy boots, or old new wave cassettes, but really, I have not much desire and certainly almost zero motivation to try to “get rich” like all the people on the hill who trash talk us low wage serfs, mainly cause all those clenching, clawing, shit hoarding, head stepping, back stabbing, turf guarding, status having, plagiaristic phony motherfuckers are scared to death their yesman inner circle entrouge or higher up superiors are gonna find out their poor friend is actually the one generating all their content. People who own recording studios never seem to motherfucking have any new songs to record. A guy in my town has to take his flash car downtown everynight, parks it in front of a hotel, hopes some female tourist sees it. I dunno if that shit really works like some kinda magic love spell. For me, it’s all ephemeral, I always want more booze, more songs, more food, more kicks. The most precious stuff I love the most just ceaselessly eludes me and the ex friends chase me around like Pac Man, feels like I’m forever fleeing from the Hungry Ghosts who just wanna steal all the life and eat all the fruit. Music is what brings me the most joy besides my loved ones. I do like the booze.
STRAY CATS, CRAMPS, CLASH, & EDDIE NICOLS
Stray Cats, Cramps, and The Clash were the early MTV and Creem magazine powered coolest rock bands that me and many other smalltown kids stranded in loathsome midwestern towns could easily connect to because they really had a whole idea, they were retro in a cool as shit way that picked up where all the Death Of Presley and fifties greaser Thunderbirds nostalgia and the Fonz left off, but they had everything, really. Hip songs, fuck school rebel attitudes, exquisite hair, pink creepers and leopard print suit jackets, heartfelt love songs, a standup drummer, standup bassist, amazing guitar player with marvelous pipes, teddy boy pinup looks the chicks could swoon over, blue suede shows and vintage old bowling shirts, unbreakable cobs galore, hot rods, they came as a whole package-even the merch was dynamite. Made us all wanna be in bands. All my little friends and me were total outcasts back then, real primitive untrained hacks just bashing away but that was all we needed really-a belligerent enthusiasm and an idea. I have no idea what all those modern day scene queen posers think they are doing with all their expensive gear and clothing but they do not have any ideas or enthusiastic belligerence, and that’s a shame really, the main reason none of it really rocks that much at all. I know summa those guys who play in those real gentrified nowadays bands-they’re the kinda guys who got old and cheesed out, became inlaw pressured, uncool and uptight so now they like to play that he’s the “good guy” and I’m the “bad guy” game, it’s so corny now, these poor fuckers, it always makes me laugh, that they still need some kinda mirrored shades wearing feather earring boogyman to blame for their youthful indiscretions among their posher than thou in crowd friends. The money havers are such a joke to me. Clinging to it, shaking with fear I’m gonna show up someday and get ’em in trouble somehow with their fancy wife from the upper crust. Hoo Hoo. Can’t take it with ’em. But I get to KEEP my bad reputation. Stray Cats brought all that atomic jet fuel energy, plus dedication, real committed musicianship and whizbang songwriting. That was it for me, they really had it all, and even as I got a little bit older, I remained really invested in Brian Setzer’s solo albums-they really always spoke to me. Part of my whole thing really can easily be traced back to Brian Setzer. If you’ve seen ’em live, you know they rock like motherfuckers. “Runaway Boys” was probably one of the reasons I felt motivated to split that town and quit that town when I was 14 and had more than my fair share of bullshit from the 700 Club antirock church fanatics and the uncool uptight square juvenile corrections professionals. So yeah, if you had any style or flair or rebel spirit and were from some miserable dump where you could seldom find any underground records, at least back then you could still access all that primo eighties mainstream music they were playing on the radio like the Stray Cats, Joan Jett, and The Clash! Me, I loved Van Halen, ZZ Top, J. Geils, the Blues Brothers, Madness, I liked it all! My idea of awesomeness back then was like, checkered Vans, parachute pants, and a knitted see through shirt and some kinda cool leather hat and a spiked bracelet and four spiked belts from like, Merry Go Round in the Indiana mall like those big city teenage street gangs you’d see in “Breakin'” or “Beat It”, or “Beat Street”. I had a big jock friend named Bobby H. (RIP) who liked The Cars, his mom forbade him from socializing with me because all the parents disapproved of my appearance, an awkward mishmash of breakdance hip hop, new romantic, goth, and Jeff Spicoli infused heavy metal. Bobby and Brent W. stole his mom’s fancy sports car, painted it to look different and then took it outta town on a wild muti Chess King extravagant shopping spree on Bobby H.’s mom’s credit card. They got in big trouble for that shit. I’m glad I was not involved. Me and Dekan did steal some Jim Morrison books and heavy metal magazines from the bookstore in the mall. Years later I got cuffed when Dekan sprayed blue Halloween hairspray in my hair, walking around Value City. We drank and smoked cigarettes, too. Got laid in the cemeatry and on the railroad tracks by the cemetary. “The Bad Kids”!
I remember being in juvenile hall and my grandfather writing a letter to me responding to some Brian Setzer quotes I had sent to him on a postcard!
The establishment tried to kill Elvis/wild rocknroll by making him go away and serve in the military but it will always find a way to come back to life-that’s what Fred Hampton means when he says you can kill the revolutionary, but you can’t kill the revolution. I tried to ignore that stupid swing revival, because I could not stand almost any of the suburban swing types, but then I met this dude Eddie Nichols in a bar and we became friends, instantly. We kept in touch for a couple years and we’d even get together anytime he came through my part of the country back then. He has it. Bigger than movies, bigger than life. He is a bold blue flame. And a righteous hombre. You know I don’t say that about everybody. Eddie Nichols is an exceptional talent, a real star. It’s hard to see him sing without wanting to smoke and drink.
One of the next bands in the early eighties nowheres, Quiet Riot kids lurking around the arcade with Marlboros behind our ear, were able to access, gradually over time, was THE CRAMPS. Man, whenever you’d visit a big city when we were preteens and young teenagers, you’d pick up something related to The Cramps. Postcard, t shirt, vinyl-you’d spend hours gawking at the sleeve art. You could catch ’em live like two hours down the road, too cause they’d come play the bigger college towns. Back then us graveyard kids and Marlboro smokin’ dead end brats in the combat boots and leather jackets knew to stick together. One of my first garage bands used to do “Garbage Man”. Ya know bands like those ghouls had the deep dark cool of authenticity, they weren’t pissin’ around, wasting my time with half hearted bullshit-they left it all on the stage, and showed me how.
“There is an historic crisis in the West of mass anxiety and poverty imposed by unusually stupid people who follow a cult offering war to all and riches to the few. The question is: Is stupidity and its self-destruction the new plague? Please read on: Patrick Lawrence: The West—Technocrats, Incompetents, Ideologues – scheerpost.com” (-John Pilger)
No Cold War on Twitter: “Former US President Jimmy Carter turns 98 today. His thoughts on US-China relations may surprise you: “Since we normalized relations with China in 1979, the US has been in constant war. China has not been in combat with anyone.” “[The US] is the most warlike country on earth.” https://t.co/XtxsVnDjhR” / Twitter
“The Hill’s move to censor @kthalps
is shameful and sends a chilling message to journalists who want to report accurately on Israel’s occupation of Palestine. This monologue was well-written, well-researched, and an important example of journalistic integrity.” (-CODE PINK)
“The heavy-handed tactics of the U.S./UK in blowing up Nord Stream pipelines has finally stripped away any pretense in Germany that the U.S. is an ally. The problem is that the extreme right will benefit from this new awareness if the left does not take a strong Anti-war position.” (-Ajamu Baraka)
Aaron Maté on Twitter: “Here’s Trump in July 2018 lecturing NATO on why the Nord Stream 2 pipeline between Germany & Russia needs to be stopped. I don’t think this clip ever aired on CNN and MSNBC, which were only interested in speculating that he was a blackmailed Russian asset: https://t.co/3LREj0qqPH” / Twitter
CHRIS ISAAK & JAMES CALVIN WILSEY
Me and my hard partying drinking buddy Dan C. both got Elvis haircuts one year and strutted around combing our hair with Murray’s pomade all day and at night underneath the streetlamps make believing we were in West Side Story. People seem to understand when I tell ’em I’m really influenced by David Lee Roth and Billy Idol, but they always raise an eyebrow when I start talking about how Chris Isaak‘s gotta be one of my biggest influences because my singing voice is nowhere near angelic, nothing like his golden pipes, and I’m not pretty, but you don’t have to look like Elvis to be influenced by somebody’s songs about heartbreak and despair. “I don’t want no counseling…” About twice a year on a rare drinking night for my honey, we’ll pull out the guitar and she will play my old songs, we still do a few of my slower old ones, like a private latenight Lux N Ivy Revue. All my songs I wrote in the Bastards, the Naked Flames, and the Loneliness were heavily Chris Isaak influenced.
and of course, TEX PERKINS!!!
I’ve never been much good at not drankin’.
“Is it a surprise war criminal John Bolton doesn’t like that Wikileaks revealed what lunatics he & his friends are?” (-Lee Camp)
MintPress News on Twitter: ““When you try and equate yourself with Julian Assange, you’re making a very dangerous gesture.” A key figure in the Bush administration, John Bolton sends a veiled threat to journalists standing in solidarity with the jailed Wikileaks publisher. https://t.co/FrIaTsJzlz” / Twitter
MintPress News on Twitter: “The New York Times bows to Israel lobby pressure and fires Palestinian photographer in Gaza, Hossam Salem, for expressing support for his country. https://t.co/4Yga2IMNAs” / Twitter
John Pilger on Twitter: “When I interviewed John Bolton, the voice of lunar American extremism, he was so affronted by informed questions, he asked, ‘Hey, are you a communist?’ Watch Stella Assange demolish Bolton as surely as Mohammed Ali: https://t.co/kHl3lHrbgM” / Twitter
JASON & THE SCORCHERS
came along about the same time I was discovering stuff via an older friend from the big city, like, X, Gun Club, Chris Isaak, Tex & The Horseheads, Charlie Sexton. I naturally loved all that stuff, but as usualy, being from Maysville Kentucky before getting stuck repeatedly for years in bleak and always thoroughly hellish Ohio where they manufacture the fratboys, somebody has to wear thoes dumb cargo shorts and baseball caps, I guess. Talk about chili and sports at the Beer Barrel pizza. It aint gonna be me, though. Jason & The Scorchers will always have a profound influence on my own deadend desert ghost town elderly goth and “Maximum Torch & Twang” band, The Loneliness, and our spontaneous getdown latenight hoedowns. Looking for a lead guitarist who is a cross between Bryan Gregory and Kid Congo Powers.
“Liberals never really believed in their values. What has always matter is protecting liberal privileges by aligning with the colonial power of the U.S./EU/NATO Axis of Domination.” (-Ajamu Baraka)
THE CURE AND THE MISFITS, B-52’s and REM
were the other mainstream punk influenced bands ya know, along with like the Ramones and the Damned that were heavily merchandised enough and got enough college airplay to have made it to our fuckedup little tank plant Ohio town. Cool girls at school liked Prince, Madonna, Duran and Siouxsie. The boys all loved the Mifits-we covered “Skulls” and “Astro Zombies”-our drummer’s sporto older brothers were discovering like Black Flag and the Circle Jerks, TSOL, and Dead Kennedys but they were all still Budweiser swilling conformist jock dicks who mostly hated me and my friends except for two guys who got the pass, but had to do a lot of kissing up for it. By 87 and 88, I was out of detention hall but not off of double secret slippery slope, school to hoozgow pipeline, sticky trap, semi-permanent probation and the authorities were still fucking with me all the time for my Aqua Net and hoop earrings and nosering and rosaries. The boys in our crowd were all starting to like shit like Suicidal Tendencies and even some corny DC/HC. Me and the girls were all still listening to like Prince and Peter Murphy, Billy Idol, Sisters. the Bolshoi, and the Cure. Lots of Duran Duran and New Order. Mary Chain and Roxy Music and back to Inxs and the Furs. I was hanging out with a girl named Jenna, but she was just too popular for me in her hometown of Ft. Wayne. She reminded me of my first great innocent new wave love, it was all about the Cure and shyly holding hands, smoking cigarettes in parking lots, drinking whatever booze we could find and wearing leather jackets.
THE EMPIRE HAS NO CONSCIENCE
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO REAL PUNKNROLL?
It’s true I was also very into like, Van Halen and Cheap Trick, Billy Squire, Rick Springfield, but completely devoted to a lotta sullen new wave beauty like Depeche Mode, Joy Divison/New Order, Jesus & Mary Chain, and Psychedelic Furs. I was really always into the Furs, so when I first fell in love, with a certain Smiths enthusiast from deepest Ken N Barbie Milk N Honey Suburbia ya know, I might have been thirteen or fourteen-I think I was fourteen, she mighta still been thirteen, but we had the perfect and innocent young love, ya know, mostly cause it was soundtracked by the likes of the early Police, Joe Jackson, Elvis Costello, the Church and Echo, Inxs and Duran, Fun Boy Three, Depeche Mode, the Smiths and the Psychedelic Furs. I wrote all my songs about her for years really. Then I ranaway to NYC and got into Joy Division and Bauhaus. Video editing-filmmaking-actor-DJ’s, Robbie Mailhouse and Morgan Reese got me into Fra Lippo Lippi. They took me to see Butthole Surfers at Danceteria, it was wild. I was attracted to the low budget entertainers at the Pyramid Club. John Sex and the Fleshtones and Wendy Wild & The Mad Violets.
“If you needed proof that the political process is utterly rotted, see the American Right trying to defund the SEC, while Democrats are refusing to crack down on lawmakers’ corrupt stock trading.” (-David Sirota)
“The relationship of parasitic colonialism that gave the West the material advantage to run the world. That dominance is coming to an end & they can’t handle it.” (-Ajamu Baraka)
“Putin has just signed the unification treaties turning Donetsk, Lugansk, Kherson and Zaporozhye into Russian territory. Any attack against those regions is now officially an attack against Russia itself. The most dangerous phase in the US proxy war begins and winter is coming.” (-Kim Dotcom)
“Everyone has lost their fucking mind. Propaganda has made madness look like sanity and sanity look like madness, has normalized cheerleading for nuclear world war and abnormalized calls for de-escalation and detente. It’s truly as bat shit insane as anything could possibly be.” (-Caitlin Johnstone)
“The Azov Battalion = band of neo-Nazis. The New York Times celebrates Azov with sympathetic puff piece. What does this make the New York Times?” (-Danny Haiphong)
“According to Sec. Blinken, the Nord Stream pipeline bombing “offers tremendous strategic opportunity for the years to come.” Too bad that this tremendous opportunity for DC bureaucrats will come at the expense of everyone else, especially this coming winter.” (-Aaron Mate)
“I am very worried that we are on a path to nuclear war.” “A lot of the world doesn’t like NATO expansion, which they interpret as at the core of this.” –Jeffrey Sachs slams Western media coverage of the war in Ukraine and warns that we are heading towards a global catastrophe.” (retweeted by No Cold War and Dr. Jill Stein on twitter)
We Survived The Last Nuclear Standoff Through Compromise And De-Escalation – Caitlin Johnstone
MintPress News on Twitter: “Professor Richard Wolff explains how Europeans will pay a heavy price for NATO’s proxy war against Russia in Ukraine. https://t.co/pzVwAyJ5nw” / Twitter