STOP KILLING PEOPLE! STOP SUPERFUNDING KILLERS! OUTRAGEOUS! HIS HANDS WERE UP!
Ajamu Baraka on Twitter: “Brother Kamau from CMB” / Twitter
COP CITY BIG COVERUP!
“Politics in the U.S. is so irrational & dangerous that I was meeting with a group of radical leaders from various parts of the global South where it was concluded that peoples in the global South would see a Trump administration as a welcome shift from warmongering democrats.” (-Ajamu Baraka)
The Censorship Industrial Complex – CJ Hopkins (substack.com)
WATCH: ‘Snowden,’ ‘Assange’ & ‘Manning’ Arrive in Sydney (consortiumnews.com)
Protesters Charged with Terrorism in Atlanta (consortiumnews.com) your so called reps protect big biz and superfund warmachine and homeland militarized jackboots-never do the will of the people. that aint representation.
Conspiracy Theories Become Conspiracy Facts – Activist Post
John Pilger: The Betrayers of Julian Assange (consortiumnews.com)
KAJAGOOGOO
All was well when I lived in Lexington, Kentucky, I was sorta the star of recess and the school plays, got good grades, loved to read “Cracked” and “Foom” and “Mad” and Narnia and the Hobbit, gnomes and “Heavy Metal” magazine, you know all the seventies fantasy illustrations by the Brothers Hildebrandt and Frazetta like you’d see on the covers of old Molly Hatchet records and 70’s vans. I had a local comicbook store where I was friend with the older stoners. lotsa little pals who were all into Star Wars and Grease. Beatles and Monkees, Elvis had just died. Shaun Cassidy and Andy Gibb were big as hell. Then, my mom met some creepy dude and married him and moved us to Ohio where all the white suburban rich kids were into golf shirts, designer jeans, football and did I mention golf? They straightup loved “The Preppie Handbook” and did not see it as satire, it was the white people bible. I thought all that shit was awful conformist excrement. They found out I needed glasses and bought me the ugliest pair you can imagine and a girl’s bicycle. I had a southern accent and could not catch a football, so I got harrassed non stop by older kids, bruised in the locker room and beat up at the roller rink. The history teacher in the seventh grade used to put me in the classroom closet as a warning to the others. I was talking about the class war and slavery and the genocide of the indigenous peoples and telling my friends about Fred Hampton and Abbie Hoffman, from a young age. The rich white suburban sports school loved Ronald Reagan and were all totally devoted to worshipping the rich, I was the opposite, and therefore became a very polarizing lightning rod among my peers. Man they made an example of me for years, everyday, some bigger fat Republikkan kid would push me into a locker or otherwise humiliate me. The kung fu sadist rich kid with the Trans Am and the big Bon Jovi perm really hated me. My mom had changed my last name to her creepy husband’s and it was all just a horribly traumatizing, punishing hell. I rebelled. Started wearing my own weird styles, kinda thrift store pink makeup B-52’s budget punk, pre Ducky from “Pretty In Pink”. I sat beside a beautiful coltish brunette horse riding rich chick who was way outta my league named Paulette B. and she loved Kajagoogoo, and told me to get contacts and change my hair to look more like Limahl. I was too much of a gawky yellow teethed scrany, awkard Ramone to ever be a pinup heart throb Limahl, but started spiking my hair up like Billy Idol or Robert Smith. I’d bleach it orange with not enough toner then dyed it blue/black and the school admin went berserk over it. In about three years, I’d gone from “Sit Down Waldo!” to full on Pete Burns. Looked like an uglier younger sister of Gene Loves Jezebel. Girls started liking me, I formed a band with some other outcast weirdos, but could not find a drummer-back then they all wanted to play Rush covers with that kung fu kid who had the Big Marshall. We started hiding out in my basement practicing bad metal covers, writing greasy kid protest songs like, “Victims Of The System”. My life changed. I was still getting mobbed by the Catholic school wrestlers and paddled by principals and put on curfew by the juvenile authorities for drawing new wave logos in my schoolbooks and “disrupting the learning process” by asking to many questions in history class and determinedly challenging their racist whitewash bullshit narratives. I started making comicbooks and xeroxing them at the library that got passed around in study hall, that were like underground social commentary. A kid named Steve Blythe started copying my work and stole my character “Killer Teddy Bear”. Funny what you remember. Some guys named Craig and Brett and Mark and Aaron and John L a big football player antagnized me constantly so I quit dressing for gym. My friend Dan L. from the Catholic school, a talented guitar player from a strict military family got sick of seeing me and his brother Dustin getting tthe business from the football team so he beat up the big fat footballer John L, but that did not stop the harrassment for long. I made friends with an older illusionist/escape artsit in a nearby town named, Theo Mandrake. He was teaching me about showbiz and performance, met another magician named Al Houdin. My homemade comicbooks became more about music gradually and my first fanzine was about what little Devo ad Police and Go Gos punk and new wave was available to smalltown kids who did not yet have cable. The stepdad tried to do some real ugly abusive shit so I went out the window and took refuge at my rich friend Sean’s, but he was becoming an ongoing issue. I ranway to NYC for a little over a year, year and a a half maybe, had big adventures, met people, got a foxy girlfriend., moved in with her. Dump apartment in the dangerous Bowery. Started going to nightclubs and fter hours with her saw shows that really changed me, gave me a lot of new energy and inspiration. Antoinettes, Fleshtones, Wendy Wild, Jickets, Butthole Surfers. Went back to the midwest to foolishly pursue another girl who was outta my league, emboldened by my having lived with a beautiful woman almost ten years older than myself. That was a big mistake, of course, cause the abusive local authorities really wanted to use me as an example of what happens when you skip school, talk back, refuse to kiss up to popular jock bullying assholes, and wear alot of badly applied makeup. When I finally got out of detention hall, which was a grueling, unspeakable, damaging three months of torture, I met some older punk from a nearby town who helped me get a job at a stained glass studio. I started dreaming I had a chance with that girl again, the beatiful new wave chick, but she had moved on to some more conventional blue eyed soccer hero in Merry Go Round clothes from the big city, who had a mom who taught at my rich school, and he even had a car. I was totally in love with her for years, but also more importantly, with the music the older punk was teaching me about-I was particularly obsessed with that Public Image Ltd. song, “Rise”: “they put a hotwire to my head cause of the things I did and said, they make these feelings go away a model citizen in everyway”.
Sometimes, the hicks and preps would catch me walking somewhere and break my glasses, or two hicks would hold my arms behind my back while some jealous boyfriend would bloody my nose. Growing up in the midwest sucked. It got even worse during Grunge/Alternative, when all these same kinda fratboy private school fuckers decided they were ALSO Grunge/Alternative. Summa my bands played out at these boy’s clubs and richkid keggers and backyard barbq’s and we started having a real cool time tonight. Almost every night. One of my girlfriend’s got pregnant we moved into a big bandhouse on the edge of town where it was said other hippie undesirables had previously thrown concerts in the yard all the way back in the sxties. Some other girlfriend’s parents got whipped into a frenzy by the daytime talk show Tipper Gore antirock hysteria, they brought in these fanatical behavior modification grifters from out of state, and the local 700 Club Christian Broadcast Network started airing these anti punk talk shows where righwing evangelicals would warn the already uptight sports parents who worked for the General Dynamics tankplant about the pinko commie threat of “120 Minutes” and teenagers who were getting into the Smiths and the Replacements. Some of my various bandmates just wanted to be in Regular Joe bands that could be accpeted by the normies and the squares, they stayed in their hometown high school zipcodes and got like, generic say nothing, non threatening Kendoll singers from the usual predator class honky suburbs and assimilated into straight society sports bar popularity. I was too far gone Tex & The Horseheads and Lords Of The New Church for anything like that. Most of my former sidemen got into music to be popular or fit in, or get girls, I wanted to lead a youth revolt. Big difference. So yeah when I escaped to Boston when I turned twenty, the metalheads and heavily tattooed rockers I started meeting all thought my synthpop heroes and goth influences like Gene Loves Jezebel and Duran Duran were absolutely ridiculous, but all those bands have always stayed in my heart. I met some people who kinda begrudingly liked Generation X and Hanoi Rocks and Dogs D’Amour and Mother Love Bone. I continued writing songs and developing as a frontman, but could never afford highpriced studio costs, or highpriced rehearsal spaces, so the drummers would always split for people with moms or girlfriends willing to pay for them to record. It was so, so fucking heartbreaking but we kept on trying until one by one they all died or fuckedoff and Here I Am. Lone Wolf still howling at the moon. The world has changed as the techbillionaires consolidated more and more power, until they became capable of censoring every little corner of the public airwaves and the evil forces of gentrification purged all us guttersnipes and rabble rousers from their hipster dominions. I still don’t fit in with any of the mainstream narrative bullshittery. Kajagoogoo were okay but I always thought Duran Duran should have helped produce me, I rock like fuck. I’m the original neurotic boy outsider. It’s the never ending story.
Kajagoogoo too shy official video – YouTube
ROCK ME TONIGHT
People my age, and there seems like there’s less and less of us around now, esp. since everybody started dropping dead just suddenly and nobody in the highbrow academic world or corporate big 5 monopoly media can figure out why, they say it might have something to do with plane turbulence, or exercising too much, or stress caused by conspiracy theorists, but most of us have fond memories of Billy Squire and songs like “My Kinda Lover” were what were playin’ while we were makin’ eyes at Crystal or or Missy or Geena or Sheri or Raina or Heather, right? So I dunno what evil industry titan he pissed off, what temperance league scold committee spinster frowned on “The Stroke”, or what kinda jiveass garbage that was where popular media insisted for years on end that supposedly, Billy Squire sucked now cause some Beavis & Buttheads, or overpaid “Rolling Stone” boyband apologist like Rob Sheffield, somewhere, decided his Miami Vice influenced video for “Rock Me Tonight” was not butch macho enough for cornfed Midwestern audiences of patriotic heavy metal and professional wrestling fans. I don’t know about all those cavemen, or what they like besides Hooters, Home Depot, oversized vehicles and Pamela Anderson in the eighties, but I always personally thought Billy Squire was awesome, a heavy metal meets power pop hard rocker in the Cheap Trick/Van Halen/Pop Rocks sorta genre. I’m happy to see he’s makin’ a comeback. The popular vote is always the dummy vote-who cares what those people think? I like rocknroll, Billy’s made of it. Motherfuckers just jealous he rocks so hard.
Revisiting Billy Squier’s Breakthrough Album, ‘Don’t Say No’ (ultimateclassicrock.com)
The video that killed the rock ‘n’ roll star | Dangerous Minds
Billy Squier – My Kinda Lover – YouTube
Billy Squier Everybody Wants You LIVE Detroit Concert 1983 HQ – YouTube
Billy Squier – She’s A Runner (Live) – YouTube
Billy Squier – Rock Me Tonite (HQ) – YouTube
Whadda You Want From Me – YouTube
Billy Squier – In The Dark – YouTube
Audio Interview – EddieTrunk, Segment 6: Signs Of Life – YouTube
She Goes Down / Promotional Clip – YouTube
Billy Squier – The Big Beat – YouTube
Billy Squier – Lonely Is The Night – 11/20/1981 – Santa Monica Civic Auditorium (Official) – YouTube
Billy Squier (sugarbuzzmagazine.com)
CIA and Mossad-linked Surveillance System Quietly Being Installed Throughout the US – Activist Post
‘Shocking’: FBI Director Admits Agency Purchased Geolocation Data of Americans (commondreams.org)
Ukraine’s Death by Proxy – The Chris Hedges Report (substack.com)
BO DIDDLEY
“Somebody’s gotta teach the kids about Bo Diddley” (-Dr. Johnn Fever)
I always tried to carry on the tradition of my dear old pal Dave. A., my first record store guru who got me into stuff like the Doors, Stooges and MC5 when I was a young Beatles/Monkees/Elvis enthusiast. He’s gone now, but I got little buttons of him on all my leather jackets and leather vests, and he is never that far from my thoughts, he’s like my own Jimminy Cricket. He had a band called Billy Ray Bogart & The Hot Rod Gang who used to open up for my own sorta amateur hour glammish grebo goth gang, the Neons, way back in the dark ages. Let’s do a little “Black Gladiator ” together this morning, whaddya say?
Bo Diddley – Let’s Rock & Roll (Live in Sydney 1975).mov – YouTube
Bo Diddley – Great Final [Live Concert] – YouTube
NEWS, SPORTS & WEATHER DESK
Residents “don’t want to be the guinea pigs” for Carbon Pipeline – Activist Post
Craig Murray: Fascistic Judges (consortiumnews.com)
US Military Group Wants Weaponized Deepfakes, Better Biometric Tools – Activist Post
“Hope For Assange?” With Guest Julian’s Brother Gabriel Shipton – Activist Post
Victory is Defeat: Palestinian Children’s Art Exposes Israel’s Cultural Genocide (mintpressnews.com)
NICK RHODES AND STEVEN DUFFY
Me and my Gary Numan obsessed best friend Jaysin B wanted to create a band like this 100 years ago when he was still alive and my self esteem had not been so battered but of course we were just minimum wage earners and there was just no way for either of us or both of us to buy a proper synthesizer back then and all those cheap thrift store Casios with the pre programmed drum machines can only take you so far. The ridiculous part is how I’m still at it, fuckin’ around with the pre programmed drum machine program on my kid’s old Casios in the garage, I wish sometimes I was a better piano player, my old lady is very good at all of it, but we never really have private time together to work on anything, if our teenager aint into it, it aint happenin’ so everything is all about firearms, fireworks, Guuci hype beat clothing and extotic wildlife ownership like on “The Tiger King”, that’s how it is. Jaysin and I kept fucking around with tape recorders and crap keyboards until he drifted over into this downtown trendy haircut crowd and I stayed with our stoner skateboard pal who I shoplifted Van Halen tablature for and we finally had some garage bands goin’ . When Jaysin B and my record store co worker Dave A and my rapper friend Cory L and the great songwriter Paul K all shuffled off the planet it put me in a deep and ongoing kinda gloom, ya know? Then my other ace best pal Bobby who used to drive me to Duran Duran concerts in faraway cities and get us backstage with his National Record Mart credentials having portrayed Andy taylor in a fucking lipsynch Duran Duran tribute act, he died suddenly, too. Just found out another guy I was close to years ago RKH has died. My first guitar player’s mom, also. Good Grief, have mercy. Ya know?
So ya know I wanted that Andy Taylor book for Christmas but accidentally received two copies of some other rock bio instead-now, since he’s fallen ill, Ebay prices for it shot through the roof and now hover somewhere around the eighty dollar zone. Who’s got eighty bucks for a fooking book? Not me, man, and the satin 80’s Duran Jackets are all marked at ripoff Etsy prices everywhere too. Most of my limited access to anything rocknroll nowadays is beamed out to me via youtube. Remember that catchy pop song from the “Some Kinda Wonderful” soundtrack, “She Loves Me”? That was by Steven Duffy, Duran Duran’s first singer, pre Simon LeBon. So yeah a couple years ago, or longer, times flies now for us decrepit “Smash Hits” Durannies, Nick got back together with his old collaborator from Birmingham and co created a atmospheric new band called The Devils based on old song ideas that they’d commenced as kids but never quite finished. Of course where I live, so far out in the deepest desrt outback, nobody cares about Duran Duran or Aracadia or even David Bowie, let alone some little known spinoff side project band, but of course, I’m totally into it. I think it’s so beautiful-just the kinda old new romantic new wave music I love. They even do “Big Store”.
The Devils – Nick Rhodes & Stephen Duffy – Dark Circles live 2003 Köln, arte – YouTube
Nick Rhodes talks about Barbarellas with Stephen Duffy – YouTube
Memory Palaces – The Devils (Nick Rhodes & Stephen Duffy) – YouTube
The Devils – Big Store (2002) – YouTube
Signals In Smoke The Devils – YouTube
DURAN DURAN ”the devils” – world exclusive.wmv – YouTube
The Devils – Newhaven Dieppe – YouTube
The Devils – Dark Circles [full album] – YouTube
The Devils – Hawks Do Not Share – YouTube
DESTROY YOUR TV! IT’S ALL LIES, DARLING!
the woman who fixed that primary for Hillary slanders report MintPress News on Twitter: “DNC Rep. Debbie Wasserman Schultz attempts to discredit Matt Taibbi and the #TwitterFiles under the accusation that he made money from the project. Tabbi’s response: “I think it’s probably a wash, honestly.” https://t.co/RNl0PssR5v” / Twitter
Dr. Jill Stein🌻 on Twitter: “A joy to behold. Jeffrey Sachs shreds BBC propaganda.” / Twitter
The Bio-Security Cabal: A 20-Year Entrenchment – Activist Post
the controlled burn story makes no sense Senate Dems Elevate Farmers’ Calls for Relief From Toxic Train Derailment (commondreams.org)
Max Blumenthal on Twitter: “Eyepatch McCain calls for an armed US intervention in Mexico” / Twitter
johndissed on Twitter: “I’m sure #BigPharma has meds for that.” / Twitter
they say it’s classy and woke Slowly But Steadily, the Executive Branch is Bringing Back Widespread Drone Warfare – Activist Post
HACKED POP’S BEEN HIJACKED BY SAME OLD SUSPECT MILLIONAIRE CANNIBALS OF PREDATOR CAPITALISM
Iggy says “Fuck The Regency”.
‘Same way Ellen, Fallon, Kimmel, Maher and Colbert were all deployed to help Vanity Fair and Rolling Stone rehabilitate the public images of Obama, Condoleeza Rice, W Bush and the Cheneys, now a grizzly bearded Letterman is being trotted out post retirement to be a Dr. Phil pitchman to the aging Late Night watchers fro his 80’s heydays, throwing softball bootlicking simp questions to empire narrative managers, Bono, Obama, and Zelensky. Kindof gross and sickening once you recognize how they do it. Sean Penn sold out to the bankers and weapon manufacturers, too, it’s sad as hell, really. I loved U2 as a kid so much, used to sing their songs so loud in my purple apartment, the grumpty guitarist from down the hall would come bangin’ at my door, but fell off hard once they drifted into whitewashing Nato warpig agendas, unscrupulous Libya and Iraq and Afghanistan overthrowing central bankers, and CFR/WEF/NWO agendas. I think the last songs I really remember liking by them were from the “Summer Rain” and “Stuck In A Moment” era. I’d never say they weren’t good performers or songwriters, only that it’s an obscenity to help sell globalist mass murder agendas under cover of being Martin Luther King Jr. poetry Christians. They know Obama aint nothing like King, he was never MLK’s dream come true-only Cheney and Kissinger’s-they U2 millionaires know Bush/Cheney and the Clintons are criminals, gangsters of capitalism, but still they got in bed with ’em and Gates and Kissinger and Bezos and Klaus. No thanks. As Bowie said, “this aint rocknroll, this is genocide”, so I won’t be part of the pig-media U2 revival, no matter how many smirking rich Howard Stern types insist it’s just wholesome and okeydokey to support the monsters of war, or that it’s cool to be a sellout fraud for money, money, money, money. I am heartened to see the Cure is coming back though, I still can’t believe Reeves Gabbrels from The Atom Said and Tin Machine is the band now. Good choice, actually, as he is a very good guitar player. I met him many times with his tiny Boston indie band in my early 20’s. A more experienced gardener has said I planted my seeds in the ground too early, but you know it’s my first time really trying to grow flowers in the desert, as the song goes. I’m a dreamer. KISS, Motley Crue, Guns N Roses and all the fake bullshit that Rolling Stone and Spin pimp for the monopolies hold little interest to me, I’m still wishing somebody new would come along who can write real songs with real heart and not just more assemblyline muppet with producers and song doctors pulling ther strings from behind the scenes. I still care about real rocknroll although as damaged as I’ve become from being browbeaten these past 25 years by the same bullshit n lies for power media juggernauts you have, I find it harder to write my own songs from a fresh perspective and not that many people I know are even into muisc at all anymore, not like they are into Amazon products or pro war media propaganda brainwashing, it’s kinda been wiped out by the unboxers and influencers and youtubers and gotime selfie takers and virtue signaling, safespace conditioned, identity politricks, shitlib Kopmala worshippers. My sincere endeavor is to jump off the internet column social commentary habit and dive deeper into the collaborating on music with people eye to eye sooner than later, but it is hard in the antisocial age they’ve manufactured to really get the timing right so I can convene with collaborators in real time without triggering any homeschooled family members. Bono is probably the worst sellout ever, you can’t call Obama a sellout cause he was never a real community orgnizer or constitutional scholar to begin with, he was always a marketing tool, a frontman with no real love for freedom or human rights, a Cheney rebrand Nike Swoosh Kissinger product.
“How much of a clearer admission could he provide that he is part of the security establishment?” (Gordon Cook on George Monbiot but it could just as easily describe Bono, Maddow, Letterman, Ellen, etc.)
Jeffery Denton on Twitter: “@ajamubaraka 🙄 https://t.co/nuYAVDJbnL” / Twitter
YOU GOT GOOD TASTE:
Motorcycle Boy with Cherie Gillette VTS 01 1 – YouTube
The Fishfaces – Wide Awake (1992-93) – YouTube
The Fishfaces – Live at Cafe Nouveau, Helsinki 1992. – YouTube
Question Mark & The Mysterians – 96 Tears – YouTube
STARLET SUICIDE – HAIRSPRAY LOVER (2005).wmv – YouTube
Little Walter – My Babe – YouTube
Eight Contradictions of Imperialist ‘Rules-Based Order’ (consortiumnews.com)
U.K SUBS – LIVE IN A CAR – YouTube
The Real McCoy – The Movie – YouTube
INTERVIEW: New music from Golem Dance Cult – Plastic Magazine
Glamour Punks – Follow Me – YouTube
WIGSTOCK 1987 Tom Rubnitz COMPLETE FILM (NOT the 1995 film) – YouTube
Mother Love Bone: the story of Apple, one of rock’s great debut albums | Louder (loudersound.com)
The Association – Cherish – YouTube
Radio Birdman – Live at the Marryatville Hotel (1977) – YouTube
MY OLD PAL MARTY E
https://www.etsy.com/listing/1434172021/marty-e-benevolent-criminal-10-vinyl
or on discogs at https://www.discogs.com/release/26293910-Marty-E-Benevolent-Criminal
Golem Dance Cult (@GolemDanceCult) / Twitter
10 influential Australian punk bands who defined the nation’s current sounds (altpress.com)
The Roth Show – Season 2 – Episode 7 – YouTube
The Devils – Dark Circles – YouTube
Status Coup News on Twitter: “LIVE Stop Cop City March in NYC https://t.co/NLXbSpYXQB” / Twitter
STAY WILD! STAY FREE! STOP THE OLIGARCH’S WORLDWIDE WAR ON THE POOR!
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