DO NOT NOT INVITE HER OVER

SHE IS STUPID.

RONALD REAGAN RUINED PUNK FOR ME

For 25 years. New he's dead and punk has revived it's worthy status in my face and in my mind. OK, maybe its not your Sex Pistols and Clash variety. Raw Power...you punks can have that too. Metal heads try to own that one but bad production and simplicity keep Iggy and the boys in firm square peg punk genius.

Don't gimme danger, gimme Wire and Killing Joke. Now there's some punk I can get behind. Soft Boys and the Jam, yeah they're good too. Maybe they're all punk due to their fashion, geographic location or place in history. But they all transcend both time and genrehole.

When Jonny Thunders and Phil Lynnott recorded together was it for the love of music or just an opportunity to share the needle? Sadly neither is around to ask, but the results stand as little more than proof they knew each other.

Is Iggy really the godfather of punk or is it Roky Erikson or Kim Foley? How about Blue Cheer? They must have pissed off their share of hippies by harshing their mellow. I don't know the answer maybe later I'll drunk dial Hot Topic and get an answer.

i has a new record cleaner

but you cant play that Velvet Underground lp on this then expect GEM to spruce it back up...although Sister Ray sounds the same.

my macrame hero

hi i am a comedian who does other comedians' material

how do i choose my material?
by shit i already know is good.
god, my job is easy.
I'm gonna go learn some limp biscuit or train songs right now.
but i am gonna parody them into a john walsh/dead baby song.
i rather listen to a joe walsh song...he's funny and can play the geetar real nice. sing jus' like carly simon too.

I LIKE TO SHOW OFF MY BODY BY WEARING FLEECE

my name rhymes with whatever is goin on behind me

can yer mom write the last sentence of my nyt article too?

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/13/opinion/13blow.html?partner=permalink&exprod=permalink

THUD ROCK

I BOLDED THE ONES I HAS :


Decibel unearths 50 forgotten late ‘60s/early ’70s thud-rock masterpieces.

Basically, it goes like this: Chuck Berry—British Invasion—Garage Rock—Cream—Hendrix—Led Zeppelin—Black Sabbath—the last Hate Eternal album. OK, it’s not quite that neat. Nothing ever is. Which brings us to this completely biased and unscientific list of late ’60s and early ’70s heavy stuff that time (mostly) forgot. Proto-metal albums that had one supreme goal: to blow your little mind. To make this list, an album had to fit one or more of the following criteria:

• Thud: Does it make you want to fight or fuck?
• Crud: Is it unsavory in some way?
• Mud: Is it a bummer that stabs the hippie dream in the face?
• And, finally, Sticky Sticky Bud: Is it drug-induced and do you know where we can get some?

Apologies to hipster faves Toad, Bang, Sir Lord Baltimore, May Blitz, Black Widow and a zillion others that we forgot. The list-making process got a little, um, fuzzy, and we’re just glad we remembered how to count to 50. If you can remember to look for some of these the next time you hit the used bins, then you probably need a new dealer. —Scott Seward

01 Groundhogs,Thank Christ for the Bomb
Groundhogs are a religion and Tony McPhee is the pope. Every solo and riff is the end of the world as you know it. Liberty | 1970

02 Grand Funk Railroad,On Time
Underrated despite their ubiquity, this is the Funk at their earliest, fiercest and most doom-laden, and it makes most overhyped greaseballs sound flabby by comparison. Capitol | 1969

03 Toe Fat,Two
Kick-ass, unattractive and totally bad for you. In other words, thud-rock at its most essential. The most elemental riffs known to man. Grab the debut while you’re at it. Rare Earth | 1971

04 Road,Road
COMPLETELY drug-drenched killer hard rock from ex-Experience member Noel Redding on this—like Toe Fat’s Rare Earth label—Motown subsidiary. Somewhere, Smokey Robinson wept. Natural Resources | 1972

05 Bloodrock,U.S.A.
All Bloodrock albums are worth owning, but only one has the song “Don’t Eat the Children,” where spirits invade your skull like Satan’s festered hand. You know? Capitol | 1971

06 Epitaph,Outside the Law
In the states, these German hard-rockers shared a label with kraut space-cases Neu! and the ever-popular Lucifer’s Friend, but their own brand of fancy fretwork shouldn’t be overshadowed. Dudes could shred. Billingsgate | 1974

07 Dust,Dust
Superior power-trio blast featuring future Ramone Marc Bell (“Marky Ramone”) and the incomparable stoner doom anthem “From a Dry Camel.” Marc made two great Dust albums and the excellent Estus album on Columbia before going all CBGB’s on our ass. Kama Sutra | 1971

08 High Tide,Sea Shanties
So ludicrously loud and violent that you gotta wonder what the hell punk rock was supposed to be saving us from. Oh yeah, ELP. Whatever. Most punks couldn’t hold a candle to the nihilistic fury of High Tide. Liberty | 1969

09 The Litter,Emerge
Their first two albums are garage-punk classics, but on their third, the Litter had become a fierce fuzzy beast and a harbinger of hard rock to come. Probe | 1969

10 The Head Shop,The Head Shop
Speaking of harbingers, the Head Shop’s lone psych semi-classic is likewise a breath of foul air filled with woozy—and supremely heavy—bad acid moments that would reflect the coming waves of dirt metal that the ’70s had to offer. Epic | 1969

11 Cactus,Cactus
Vanilla Fudge’s rhythm section plus the godlike blues rock guitar of Jim McCarty makes Cactus’ debut the bone-crunching and highly influential album that it is. Heed the advice on the back cover: “This album should be played at ‘high’ level.” Atco | 1970

12 Edgar Broughton Band,Wasa Wasa
The mud-caked bastard offspring of Captain Beefheart and U.K. acts like the Deviants, Edgar Broughton Band pisses all over your flowers and then proceeds to pass out. Now THIS is grunge. 12 Harvest | 1969

13 Randy Holden,Population II
This album is fucked. Randy Holden is a god. The electric guitar has never been abused so thoroughly since. Hobbit | 1969

14 Atomic Rooster,Death Walks Behind You
The title track kicks so many kinds of ass that it’s kinda hard to even focus on the rest of the album. And the rest of the album is fucking great. Elektra | 1971

15 Armageddon,Armageddon
Just in case you were wondering what tech-death sounded like in 1975, former Yardbird Keith Relf and Captain Beyond drummer Bobby Caldwell would like to show you. One of the GREAT major label releases of the 1970s.
A&M | 1975

16 Leigh Stephens,Red Weather
Randy Holden wasn’t the only former member of Blue Cheer to feel the need to get something off his chest in 1969. Red Weather is a singular, drugged and supremely bummed-out epic by this stoner rock pioneer. Amazing and haunting. Philips | 1969

17 Crow,Crow Music
Not a great album, but Crow deserve a nod for their straight-up biker rock, the seriously doomed proto-metal of “White Eyes” and for providing Black Sabbath with their first single (“Evil Woman”). Amaret | 1969

18 Smoke Rise,The Survival of St. Joan
While they might not have been the greatest hard rock band in the world, they are, as far as anyone knows, the only band high enough to think that a double album stoner boogie opera about Joan of Arc was a good idea. And that’s got to count for something. Paramount | 1971

19 The Open Mind,The Open Mind
Brit power-psych with a huge bottom end and deathless, doomed proto-metal vibe that can’t be beat. You can FINALLY get this as an official release with decent sound and no longer have to shell out a thousand clams for the original. Philips | 1969

20 Gun,Gunsight
Gun was guitar hero Adrian Gurvitz’s first chance to show his stuff via hard rock gems and jams that are as wild and wooly as his huge red afro. The dude is genius. Epic | 1969

21 The Damnation of Adam Blessing,Second Damnation
One of the greatest US rock bands that hardly anyone has heard, TDOAB lay down a serious hurting on their second full-length. United Artists | 1970

22 Peter Green,The End
of the Game Ex-Fleetwood Mac guitar god goes down a very steep cliff and just keeps falling and falling and falling… Reprise | 1970

23 Valhalla,Valhalla
TDOAB labelmates (UA’s hard rock roster was unfuckingbeatable) Valhalla effortlessly blend prog, psych and jaw-dropping heavy stuff on their lone, nearly-forgotten LP. United Artists | 1969

24 The Hook,Will Grab You
Exemplary post-Hendrix power-trio blast. Uni | 1968

25 Thunder and Roses,King of the Black Sunrise
Exemplary post-Hendrix power-trio blast. Vol.2. United Artists | 1969

26 Puzzle,Puzzle
Exemplary post-Hendrix power-trio blast. Vol.3. ABC | 1969

27 Eden's Children,Eden’s Children
Exemplary post-Hendrix power-trio blast. Vol. 4. ABC | 1968

28 The Grodeck Whipperjenny,The Grodeck Whipperjenny
James Brown put this funky beast out because he didn’t think you had enough fuzz in your life. Now you do. People | 1970

29 Bubble Puppy,A Gathering of Promises
Yeah, it’s a psych milestone, but it’s also one of the great progressive hard rock albums of the ’60s. When Bubble Puppy changed their name to Demian, they repeated the trick with their lone album on ABC-Dunhill. International Artists | 1969

30 West, Bruce & Lang,Whatever Turns You On
Jack Bruce knows power-trios, and the one he put together with Mountain man Leslie West was a beefy, greezy beast. Windfall/Columbia | 1973

31 MC5,Starship
Keeping away from the better-known names on this list for the most part to give the neglected their due, but this live Five set from ’68 is a wind tunnel of viciousness and needs to be studied by the Department of Homeland Security in the hopes that they can stave off any future attacks of sonic terrorism. Alive/Total Energy | 1998

32 Wishbone Ash,Wishbone Ash
Before they floated off into the UK rural prog jam band ether, Wishbone Ash delivered seriously smoking and locked-in boogie rock fire. Their first three albums are essential. Decca | 1970

33 Jade Warrior,Released
Dude, flutes and horns? What is this shit? Oh, wait, that guitar solo just sliced my face off. My bad. Vertigo | 1972

34 Mad River,Mad River
If the song titles “High All the Time” and “Amphetamine Gazelle” don’t give you an idea of where Mad River were at, then the furious and tense bad trip Quicksilver-esque head-nodding devil music on their debut most certainly will. Capitol | 1968

35 Fear Itself,Fear Itself
Awesome and powerful Zeppelin-esque blooze grunge with singer and guitarist Ellen McIlwaine playing the part of Robert Plant. A sadly short-lived group that still impresses. Dot | 1969

36 Mott the Hoople, Brain Capers
Everyone ON EARTH should own the first four Mott albums, but JUST IN CASE someone has never heard “Death May Be Your Santa Claus” or “Darkness, Darkness,” well, there’s still time to make something of your wretched life. Atlantic | 1971

37 Captain Beyond,Captain Beyond
Bobby Caldwell is god and this is hands down the greatest southern space rock boogie metal album ever made. Capricorn | 1972

38 Banchee,Banchee
Pristine, hypnotic and driving hard rock that mesmerizes with ease. They don’t make bands like this anymore. Atlantic | 1969

39 Sam Gopal,Escalator
Lemmy invented metal. And then he invented god and the devil and then he ate them. Stable | 1969

40 Terry Brooks & Strange,To Earth With Love
DIY astral guitar superhero melds Hawkwind and his own demented charm until sparks fly. Recorded in 1979, but it was always 1971 in his world. Star People | 1980

41 Humble Pie,Rock On
Steve Marriott is a legend, so let’s take this time to give a shout-out to Suck, JPT Scare Band, Nitzinger, Budgie, the Frost and Pentagram! A&M | 1971

42 Ursa Major,Ursa Major
The mighty Dick Wagner of the Frost would make this amp-burning screamer before heading off with best bud Steve Hunter to add crucial fierceness to Alice Cooper and Lou Reed albums. RCA | 1972

43 The Bob Seger System,Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Man
So fuckin’ cool. Heavy, rockin’, in your face and HUNGRY. Bob has long been considered a garage rock legend, but you gotta hear this shit to believe it. Capitol | 1969

44 Ten Years After,Stonedhenge
Again, legends, but not an album you hear every day. Stoner minimalism and an x-ray of the blues creates late-night lysergic bliss. Deram | 1968

45 Savoy Brown,Looking In
This. Is. How. You. Do. It. Parrot | 1970

46 Pink Fairies,Kings of Oblivion
The rock is out. The cock is out. Larry Wallis shows no mercy. It’s like listening to the birth of a planet. You need this like you need air and water. Polydor | 1973

47 Glass Harp,Glass Harp
Epic arrangements, Phil Keaggy’s guitar heroics and seriously brainy jammage. Decca | 1970

48 Bitter Blood Street Theatre,Vol. 2
Alice Cooper supposedly stole this group’s theatre of the absurd shtick. Recorded at the dawn of the ’70s, Vol. 2 has crazed spoken word interludes, raggedy horror-filled rockers like “The Monkey Wolf” and “Gutter Children” and a unique drug-soaked energy unlike most albums of the day. Vetco | 1978

49 Frantic,Conception
Crude and rude and heavy on bar band-friendly covers, Conception is a degenerate soundtrack. It’s really LOUD, has no socially redeemable qualities and it will make you pine for the days when Quaaludes grew on trees. Lizard | 1971

50 Three Man Army,AThird of a Lifetime
Post-Gun, Adrian Gurvitz just cranks up the heat and the speed to deliver Mach 3 jams that reverberate for eons. Kama Sutra | 1971

wait what?

I saw a tv show about this place today

If ROCKS = SUCKS, then THIS SONG SUCKS!!! Get it ? Good.

can i has this 303 he does

Now I know why they call you Buck Dharma

Wha Happen?

BIN BLOGGIN?

From Bloomability:

For some reason, there is a Wikipedia page about Arizona alumni. There’s a lot of weird randoms, like Greg Kinnear, Nicole Richie, Jerry Bruckheimer, Kurt Busch, Linda McCartney, Bob Dole and then a bunch of people I’ve never heard of. Bizarre right? Well, the first one under P is Page the village idiot. I figured it was a joke, some ASU kid that edited it for giggles that was never caught.

As it turns out, Page the Village Idiot is a real, live, oddball musician from Phoenix that graduated from U of A with a masters in Information Science, whatever that is.

I think it’s kind of pathetic that our school colors are so because the jerseys were cheapter. How lame.

On Tallulah Bankhead’s Wikipedia, the first line simply says she was an american actress, talk-show host, and bon vivant. Isn’t that just grand?

I should probably stop reading Wikipedia. There’s work to be done.

less tar +more talent

dances like yvette

mumble what

appysunnnubbachas n' someofthatotherthat babydig.

week 31 was a very good year

smart figures like these are an asset to your work

oh patty you're so fine

you're so fine
brainwash that mind
hey patty!

INVITATION TO MY BIRTHDAY PARTY, 2012

you lika da juice?

yes, but I also blame them

Barbara Bush: Ulcer led to pain 'worse than childbirth'

"and I gave birth to the biggest piece of shit in the whole wide world."

even jimi had a good editor

no he didn't!

nevermind nevermind here's nevermind

How much for a BJ, Thomas? That shirt is the holy grail of gay.
Frances McDormat should get a replacement.

YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS

This image is already on 87% of all blogs.

I'm feeling kinda "blah" today

some one paid $102.50 for this. I would have paid 20 bazzzzillion.

I AM DYSLEXIC...

and I thought this said "The Angry Pussy Whisperer"

ACTUALLY, I HAVE WORKED WITH WORSE BANDS THAN YOU

Unlike the 1930s, when food and clothing were far more expensive, today we spend much of our money on healthcare, child care, and education, and we'd see uncomfortable changes in those parts of our lives. The lines wouldn't be outside soup kitchens but at emergency rooms, and rather than itinerant farmers we could see waves of laid-off office workers leaving homes to foreclosure and heading for areas of the country where there's more work - or just a relative with a free room over the garage. Already hollowed-out manufacturing cities could be all but deserted, and suburban neighborhoods left checkerboarded, with abandoned houses next to overcrowded ones.

And above all, a depression circa 2009 might be a less visible and more isolating experience. With the diminishing price of televisions and the proliferation of channels, it's getting easier and easier to kill time alone, and free time is one thing a 21st-century depression would create in abundance.

Instead of dusty farm families, the icon of a modern-day depression might be something as subtle as the flickering glow of millions of televisions glimpsed through living room windows, as the nation's unemployed sit at home filling their days with the cheapest form of distraction available

AW SHIT TOO LATE TO CHANGE MY VOTE NOW...

what time is it?

this clock goes to eleven

Paranoia on the rise, experts say

The Associated Press

Wed, Nov 12, 2008 (7:24 a.m.)

If you think they're out to get you, you're not alone.

Paranoia, once assumed to afflict only schizophrenics, may be a lot more common than previously thought.

According to British psychologist Daniel Freeman, nearly one in four Londoners regularly have paranoid thoughts. Freeman is a paranoia expert at the Institute of Psychiatry at King's College and the author of a book on the subject.

Experts say there is a wide spectrum of paranoia, from the dangerous delusions that drive schizophrenics to violence to the irrational fears many people have daily.

"We are now starting to discover that madness is human and that we need to look at normal people to understand it," said Dr. Jim van Os, a professor of psychiatry at Maastricht University in the Netherlands. Van Os was not connected to Freeman's studies.

Paranoia is defined as the exaggerated or unfounded fear that others are trying to hurt you. That includes thoughts that other people are trying to upset or annoy you, for example, by staring, laughing, or making unfriendly gestures.

Surveys of several thousands of people in Britain, the United States and elsewhere have found that rates of paranoia are slowly rising, although researchers' estimates of how many of us have paranoid thoughts varies widely, from 5 percent to 50 percent.

A British survey of more than 8,500 adults found that 21 percent of people thought there had been times when others were acting against them. Another survey of about 1,0000 adults in New York found that nearly 11 percent thought other people were following or spying on them.

Dennis Combs, an assistant professor of psychology at the University of Texas at Tyler, has been studying paranoia for about a decade. When he first started conducting paranoia studies, mostly in college students, he found that about 5 percent of them had paranoid thoughts. In recent years, that has tripled to about 15 percent, he said.

In a small experiment in London, Freeman concluded that a quarter of people riding the subway in the capital probably have regular thoughts that qualify as paranoia. In the study, 200 randomly selected people (those with a history of mental problems were excluded) took a virtual reality train ride. They recorded their reactions to computerized passengers programmed to be neutral.

More than 40 percent of study participants had at least some paranoid thoughts. Some felt intimidated by the computer passengers, claiming they were aggressive, had made obscene gestures, or tried to start a fight.

Freeman said that in big cities, many ambiguous events can lead to paranoid thoughts. Because we constantly make snap judgments based on limited information, like which street to take or whether or not strangers are dangerous, the decision-making process is prone to error.

Van Os said Freeman's virtual reality experiment was solid and confirmed previous research. Experts say not everyone with paranoid thoughts needs professional help. It all depends on how disturbing the thoughts are and if they disrupt your life.

"People walk around with odd thoughts all the time," said David Penn, a professor of psychology at the University of North Carolina. "The question is if that translates into real behavior."

Van Os recalled a delusional patient who was convinced that the French singer Charles Aznavour was in love with her, and had been whispering to her before she went to sleep every night for more than two decades.

"You could call it a psychotic experience, but she was very happy about it," van Os said. "There isn't always a need for care when there's an instance of psychosis."

He hoped that being able to identify milder delusional symptoms in people could help doctors intervene earlier to prevent more serious cases.

The post-Sept. 11 atmosphere and the war on terror have also increased levels of paranoia in the West, some experts said.

"We are bombarded with information about our alert status and we're told to report suspicious-looking characters," Penn said. "That primes people to be more paranoid."

Traumatic events can make people more vulnerable to having paranoid thoughts. Since the attacks, Penn said Americans have been conditioned to be more vigilant of anything out of the ordinary.

While heightened awareness may be good thing, Penn said it can also lead to false accusations and an atmosphere where strangers are negatively viewed.

That can result in more social isolation, hostility, and possibly even crime. And it can take a toll on physical health. More paranoia means more stress, a known risk factor for heart disease and strokes.

Still, some experts said that a little bit of paranoia could be helpful.

"In a world full of threat, it may be kind of beneficial for people to be on guard. It's good to be looking around and see who's following you and what's happening," Combs said. "Not everybody is trying to get you, but some people may be."

TOM WAITS (FOR NO ONE)

Because you suck. The space in my record collection you used to hog has been put on eBay, now where douche bags the world over can bid on you. If people look to you for inspiration they are not looking very hard. Hey tom, its not your fault. You used to lay around the apartment with Hans Olsen and Bob Crane's former hookers. Zappa called and thats the last we ever heard of you (and the first for everybody else).

You, Tom Waits are to Captian Beefheart what Coldplay is to Radiohead. You should put out a box set and call it Beat Poetry for Dummies. Do the estates of Keroac and Bukowski get and royalties from you? Speaking of beat poets, did 'ya ever dive deep enough into that beat anthology to read any Kenneth Patchen?

Or did you ever hear that Blue Oyster Cult song called "Joan Crawford"? Well, someone ought to write a song like that about you, where zombie beatniks rise from the grave and beat the shit out of until you scream like another trademark Tom Waits song. I hope Bette Milder helps them (even though she's technically neither a zombie or a beatnik) just for ripping off her jokey live album banter. What- where you double-booked at the same bath house?

Never mind Carlos Mencia, here's you. Please stop it Tom, you're gonna hurt your throat.

THAT ONE

suck it purists

the new math

PEANUTS

GRADES

m	mint	brand new condition with no surface marks or deterioration in sound quality	cover and any extra items such as the lyric sheet, booklet or poster are in perfect condition
m-	mint-	new condition with almost no surface marks or deterioration in sound quality	cover almost perfect
ex++	excellent++	having been played only two or three times, no surface noise	almost no signs of any wear orcreasing
ex+	excellent+	some minimal signs of having been played, almost no surface noise	minimal traces of wear
ex	excellent	plays excellent, very little lessening in sound quality	cover might have slight wear and/or creasing
vg++	very good++	has been played, but no deterioration in sound quality, hairlines	little wear on the cover, without any defects
vg+	very good+	has been played few times, no major deterioration in sound quality, despite noticeable surface marks	normal wear, discolorisation possible, only minimal defects
vg	very good	has been played many times, but displays no major deterioration in sound quality, despite noticeable surface marks and light scratches	normal wear and tear,discolorisation, without any major defects

talkin' bear mountian picnic

Bob Dylan

      G                C
Well I saw it advertised one day that the
D
Bear Mountain Picnic was coming my way,
G              C
Come along and take a trip
  D
we'll bring you up there on a ship
      C                C                   D
bring the wife and family bring the whole kids
- yippee!

Well I ran right down and bought a ticket to this thing called
the Bear Mountain Picnic
Little did I realise I was in for a pleasant funny surprise -
It had nothing to do with picnics, didn't come close to a mountain
and I hate bears.

Took the wife and kids down to the pier, there was 6000 people

there and everybody had a ticket for the trip, I said "oh well

it's a pretty big ship". Besides anyway the more the merrier!

Well we all got on and what do you think, that big old boat started
to sink. More people kept piling on and that old ship was going down -
funny way to start a picnic.

Well soon I lost track of my kids and my wife - so many people I never
saw in my life, that old ship started sinking down in the water
and those 6000 people were trying to kill each other. Dogs barking,
cats a-screaming, women a-yelling, men a-flying, fists a-flying,
paper flying, cops a-comiing, me a-running - I think we'd better just
call off the picnic.

I got shoved down and got pushed around all I remember was a moaning sound
Don't remember one thing more all I remember is waking up on the shore.
My arms and legs were broken, my feet were splintered, my head was cracked,
I couldn't walk, I couldn't talk, smell, feel, I couldn't see,
I didn't know where  I was, I was bald, quite lucky to be alive though.

Well feeling lucky I climbed out of my casket, I just grabbed back hold
of my picnic basket, took the wife and kids and started home wishing I'd
never got up that morning.

Now I don't care just what you do, if you want to have a picnic thats
up to you, just don't tell me about it I don't want to hear it, you see
I just lost all of my picnic spirit.

I'll stay in my kitchen.
Have a picnic in my bathroom.

Well it don't seem to me quite so funny what some people are gonna
do for money, there's a brand new gimmick every day, just to take
someones money away.

I think we oughta take some of these people, put 'em on a boat,
send 'em up to bear mountain for a picnic.

Not yet 40, my beard is already white

Not yet 40, my beard is already white

Not yet 40, my beard is already white. Not yet awake, my eyes are puffy and red, like a child who has cried too much. What is more disagreeable than last night's wine? I'll shave. I'll stick my head in the cold spring and look around at the pebbles. Maybe I can eat a can of peaches. Then I can finish the rest of the wine, write poems 'til I'm drunk again, and when the afternoon breeze comes up I'll sleep until I see the moon and the dark trees and the nibbling deer and hear the quarreling coons Lew Welch

are records still your best entertainment value?

Hope so. I might be trying to sell you one soon enough. Thanks to downloading at the end of a dark tunnel of media preferences, records are the last real relic of modern music. Tactility matters. Just ask anyone who collects those shiny laminated imports. It really does enhance your listening don't it (but it makes it hard to takes pics of them with all that sheen). Gatefolds matter too. I just poured out 30-year old seeds out of a middle of a jazz fusion LP.With the economy hitting the shitter there are some good values out there. Nobody is interested in mediocrity. CD sales are way way down (you want me to make up a number? how about 47%?).

Tivo,Gameboy, Xbox, Segway: ya'll can go diddle yourselves...I'm listening to records...trying to learn something you don't know. Why should you care? You shouldn't. I got enough DJ douchebag competition to deal with already, so why don't you go look for a free download of Metallica? I stopped listening to them after the garage EP anyway.

Downloads have no smell. But a led zeppelin spirograph does.

t'talkin 'bout my demographic

YOU USED TO BE ABLE TO GET COOL SHIT AT THE STATE FAIR

THEN:




NOW:
RABIES?

IS THAT A SPOOKY TOOTH IN YOUR SHRINKY DINKS?

Oven mitts make strangers of us all. I made these in memory of my dad. He couldn't understand why I would waste my tuition dollars on community collage arts classes and date girls with babies. These two bubbling masts of molten plastic should answer all of your questions.

COURTYARD OF THE CRIMSON KING

A FRIEND OF LUCIFER'S FRIEND IS A FRIEND OF MINE

LUCIFER'S FRIEND (the apostrophe is important)
S/T
Billingsgate 1002
This record is ALWAYS in quad. Any mono copy's/mixes out there?
Is it really one of the greatest early metal albums? probably. Swirling organ? Check.
Singer who sound like he could play lead in CC superstar? Check. Groove oriented rifferey? Check please. Check lease. Have you checked your lease? Take a good look at your leasing agreements every now and then.
C'mon people: In the Times of Job when Mammon Was a Yippie! This slab o' vinyl is oozing with primordial metal. Every copy I have seen has a relatively minor warp to it. What Gives Billingsgate? What's really up you ass? That's no way to take your temperature.


The USA copy in front of me hasn't any gatefold. FINE! This album is never gonna make a "10 ten best balltrippin' gatefolds to stare at while your rolling your ciggees' to " list anyway. I'm still looking for that unwarped mono version (I may have to make it myself). What's in your oven mitts?

GONG: ANGELS EGG

Mine has a Roads to Moscow $2.50 Import tag on it...ha ha ha. Time machine take me to the year I could get quality import prog for$ 2.50. Timeless stuff this is. I could waste an hour just looking at the art and deciphering the liner notes. Part 2 of the radio gnome invisible trilogy. a band with a philosophy is always more dangerous (unless that philosophy is "let's sound like Good Charlotte").

IS ANT PHILLIPS THE RODNEY DANGERFIELD OF PROG?

Rolling Stone Record Guide: The original guitarist of Genesis returned in the mid-Seventies with a pleasant fusion of that groups art-rock pastoralism, and his own avant garde notions. Not rock and roll, but not everything needs to be ...I suppose.

no respect

These covers sure fill you with high hopes though right? At least as good as Barcaly James Harvest in aesthetics alone.