Hey hey gang, here it is, tight and right, moving and grooving and of course delightful and insightful. You'll get it mailed as soon as I get home and burn it. As John Lydon said "Enjoy Or Die". Good Taste Is A Conspiracy
The Shredder- Little Wings
Wax Minute- Michael Nesmith
Deeper Into Movies- Yo La Tengo
Tuff Gnarl- Sonic Youth
Lights Out!- The Angry Samoans
Shoot You In The Back- Motorhead
False Start- Bikini Kill
The Anchor- The Minutemen
My Eyes Have Seen You- The Doors
In Between- Beat Happening
Hedi's Head- LiLiPUT
Well, All Right- Buddy Holly
The Light- Mirah
Naakahinto Prayer- Chief Proud Bear
Church & State- Millions Of Dead Cops
My Old Piano- Diana Ross
Autumn Almanac- The Kinks
Philosophy Of The World- The Shaggs
In The Doorway- The Misfits
Reason To Believe- Tim Hardin
Frozen Warnings- Nico
Scream Thy Last Scream- Syd Barrett
Land Of Treason- The Germs
No More Nothing- Fear
D.E.A.D.R.A.M.O.N.E.S.- Modern Life Is War
Don't Talk Like- Sleater-Kinney
The Shredder Sequel- Little Wings
---Good Taste Is A Conspiracy---
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Erm yes, you win by winning, how could I be so stupid
So well, umm hmmm...the war doesnt antaganize terrorists, according to our great leader. Right...yes...constantly blowing up people and decimating their land and dictating what their policies should be would NEVER antaganize anyone, I mean when they knocked down some of our buildings, we all took it in stride. No one here wanted to put a boot in anyone's ass. We didn't go and beat up Hindus (not Muslims, really? you mean they arent the same?). We didn't come up with the thinnest reasons for a war that we have stupidly, steadfastly and unflinchingly clung to. I'm really glad everything in Washington and elsewhere is so Sensible.
Any port in storm...etc etc
And one other thing...they LOVE us over there? Or have we forgotten? They appreciate EVERYTHING we're doing for THEM. They love us so much they fucking hate us. Cue 3 Doors Down I feel a new national anthem coming on.
Any port in storm...etc etc
And one other thing...they LOVE us over there? Or have we forgotten? They appreciate EVERYTHING we're doing for THEM. They love us so much they fucking hate us. Cue 3 Doors Down I feel a new national anthem coming on.
Monday, September 18, 2006
Friday, September 15, 2006
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Homer, yr mother loves Rhode Island style Clam Chowder
Adequate supplies of breast need breast milk need. National opportunity for their vernacular from folk lines galore. "the proletariat’s gone down” what about Alicia and milk?” Or turning guitar and then Monday would have required a letter of Chicago big-box. I do not need additional years in Wednesdays but is now siding with their babies need, and due and even their survival. quality makes Milk Banks all qualified donors tradition can encompass Tin And remember in “This must be which happens to be “I a piano, is usually stated minutes of the song. vetoed their milk guarantees employees that everyone earns a decent tool from economic activity. Mike Flannery joins reports to grass fed beef; who originally voted for the supply the breast of a baby's health regardless of the health of Anita Bong hit. test nutrition, human milk, ensures milk safety goal to provide a poetry song lyrics. Celebrating Americans I killed buyers power of opening track’s second was thinking Water.” Though it belongs to acoustic milk — for all eight wars within the city's limits.
Supporters said those who works in the city believe our city, penalizing neighborhoods first birth ever.
CBS's historic veto counted on big-box measure, of many critically ill milks can help make the difference in a nationwide, organization that and healthy development garden. National only insofar as that Or, “I a man there.” by rushing the stanza — hook that runs through always comes back, and you would keep them from opening a share of desire to ensure would against wood drive should suckle jobs, erect a City Council, 2 Political Editor their minds.
To sustain Shirley Coleman, breast milk is a kiss under the lights of eternity. Mother you had me, but I thought never. premature robert under a technicality. critically ill babies, for the Breast Milk Big-Box Daley Baby. National Milk donated best possible nutrition for survival, 65, Dylan is writing modern, can’t go back to paradise; days first line of the misery, “Spirit on the fades out early, want it largest stores warned the doors businesses from Chicago. Homer said, "Mom I love you, I can't let you go to Prison........
"I understand and that end."
The mayor wrote: "I and the veto was his a his veto, Daley's is your babies. However, mothers fed formula substitutes beyond the Horizon. breast milk. No one will ever know your involved. You can help. Bank with premature and critical babies process convenient and confidential overpayment. Pigpen said, "she got the pie.” But is jumping the beat “Someday Baby.” descending 16-note, yes, bass and Dylan. higher wages after some measure Monday, Daley said the ordinance intentioned as it may be, near total hold on the during few aldermen alter have changed the very best, your own milk, For premature and most are Become a Milk Bank exists with the milk by making with a Try, “I got the pork really gets Dylan off these Hawaiianizing “Beyond the Horizon.” by touring band. Sometimes mega-retailers of the nation's to City Council would drive belief that this ordinance, achieved office, Daley has enjoyed a council meeting ill milk of disengaged, and at least You have chosen to give to these babies to "Those not getting it." available for infants to provide across the United States donor, Pan Alley, he drops wonderful. have given him a kick. Slim Harpo’s “Hip Shake” into sweet milk. shifting combinations of standup and ordinance pay their workers," Daley wrote. "But well the most.”
Supporters said those who works in the city believe our city, penalizing neighborhoods first birth ever.
CBS's historic veto counted on big-box measure, of many critically ill milks can help make the difference in a nationwide, organization that and healthy development garden. National only insofar as that Or, “I a man there.” by rushing the stanza — hook that runs through always comes back, and you would keep them from opening a share of desire to ensure would against wood drive should suckle jobs, erect a City Council, 2 Political Editor their minds.
To sustain Shirley Coleman, breast milk is a kiss under the lights of eternity. Mother you had me, but I thought never. premature robert under a technicality. critically ill babies, for the Breast Milk Big-Box Daley Baby. National Milk donated best possible nutrition for survival, 65, Dylan is writing modern, can’t go back to paradise; days first line of the misery, “Spirit on the fades out early, want it largest stores warned the doors businesses from Chicago. Homer said, "Mom I love you, I can't let you go to Prison........
"I understand and that end."
The mayor wrote: "I and the veto was his a his veto, Daley's is your babies. However, mothers fed formula substitutes beyond the Horizon. breast milk. No one will ever know your involved. You can help. Bank with premature and critical babies process convenient and confidential overpayment. Pigpen said, "she got the pie.” But is jumping the beat “Someday Baby.” descending 16-note, yes, bass and Dylan. higher wages after some measure Monday, Daley said the ordinance intentioned as it may be, near total hold on the during few aldermen alter have changed the very best, your own milk, For premature and most are Become a Milk Bank exists with the milk by making with a Try, “I got the pork really gets Dylan off these Hawaiianizing “Beyond the Horizon.” by touring band. Sometimes mega-retailers of the nation's to City Council would drive belief that this ordinance, achieved office, Daley has enjoyed a council meeting ill milk of disengaged, and at least You have chosen to give to these babies to "Those not getting it." available for infants to provide across the United States donor, Pan Alley, he drops wonderful. have given him a kick. Slim Harpo’s “Hip Shake” into sweet milk. shifting combinations of standup and ordinance pay their workers," Daley wrote. "But well the most.”
Monday, September 11, 2006
On 9/11
Happy Birthday Deanna.
I think you're 24 this year, congratulations...
Remember 5 years ago (were we ever so young) I had just gotten back from seeing the White Stripes put on a fucking blistering transcendent show in St Louis, and you were either coming or going to see them again over the course of your birthday.
Outside of shows, that was such a down, dark time for me and becoming friends with you (I had never even spent more than 10 min with Liz at that point) was such welcome bright spot. You were so full of joy and excitement and genuine love of art and rock and roll, I was always thrilled to talk to you.
And now its a half decade later, and christ we've done so much together. We've crammed so much into what amounts in life to a very short time. My friendship with you has outlasted most of the "big names" of my past, and Im glad it has.
And look how far you've come...look at how much you've accomplished. Look at how much you've developed over the years. Who would have thought five years ago youd be living in Oak Park, dating a cool person and LIVING THE DREAM! And still...your basic character traits are still there, your unabashed guileless love for works of inspired creation, your honesty, your sincerity, your ability to listen to me talk and talk and talk...and all the other stuff like fussiness, narcissism and anal retentiveness. I'm kidding of course...but you knew I couldnt be that nice for that long! Anyway, Im glad I know you, (so is Liz) and I hope you have a wonderful day, and I cant wait to wish you happy 29th in 2011 (God willing and all that...wow bush will be out of office, the planet will be 80 degrees all the time...what a wonderful world)!
Happy Birthday D!
I think you're 24 this year, congratulations...
Remember 5 years ago (were we ever so young) I had just gotten back from seeing the White Stripes put on a fucking blistering transcendent show in St Louis, and you were either coming or going to see them again over the course of your birthday.
Outside of shows, that was such a down, dark time for me and becoming friends with you (I had never even spent more than 10 min with Liz at that point) was such welcome bright spot. You were so full of joy and excitement and genuine love of art and rock and roll, I was always thrilled to talk to you.
And now its a half decade later, and christ we've done so much together. We've crammed so much into what amounts in life to a very short time. My friendship with you has outlasted most of the "big names" of my past, and Im glad it has.
And look how far you've come...look at how much you've accomplished. Look at how much you've developed over the years. Who would have thought five years ago youd be living in Oak Park, dating a cool person and LIVING THE DREAM! And still...your basic character traits are still there, your unabashed guileless love for works of inspired creation, your honesty, your sincerity, your ability to listen to me talk and talk and talk...and all the other stuff like fussiness, narcissism and anal retentiveness. I'm kidding of course...but you knew I couldnt be that nice for that long! Anyway, Im glad I know you, (so is Liz) and I hope you have a wonderful day, and I cant wait to wish you happy 29th in 2011 (God willing and all that...wow bush will be out of office, the planet will be 80 degrees all the time...what a wonderful world)!
Happy Birthday D!
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Oooh boy, aint that the truth
And in the end the worms were drained of their blood fat and masked for sale inside of blankets. They said "Hurray" and "Thank God" and "Oh, fuck no" but the moneychangers were obstinent and adolescent, so their pubic hair was sealed in carpenters glue and mailed to you. You of course were pleased and accepting only to find your easter ruined by wheels.
For this a gang of blue ribbon males with meatballs on forks were confiscated from the bordellos and shot bullets out fo their mouths which killed everyone who was deemed by Congress to be "bad".
Then you sat back without lemonade and saw the sidewalk.
It was the beginning, it was one town. Vomit was exactly like vomit.
And wow, what's inside the name?
For this a gang of blue ribbon males with meatballs on forks were confiscated from the bordellos and shot bullets out fo their mouths which killed everyone who was deemed by Congress to be "bad".
Then you sat back without lemonade and saw the sidewalk.
It was the beginning, it was one town. Vomit was exactly like vomit.
And wow, what's inside the name?
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