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Non-Music Shit / Re: what do you do when you're bored?
« on: October 30, 2006, 10:18:42 AM »
I saw a documentary on Discovery about two lesbian nurses who made a game out of killing people, whose object was to kill people in a particular order so that their forenames began with "M," then "U," then "R," &c., until they'd spelled "murder." They got to "E" before their relationship fell out.
I was gonna knock it down while fantasizing about them but the documentary never said whether they'd spelled it right.
I was gonna knock it down while fantasizing about them but the documentary never said whether they'd spelled it right.
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Music Shit / Re: Bones
« on: October 29, 2006, 11:45:50 AM »
I legitimately like Sun Elvis.
My only point was that at least Baltimore Last Sons of Kypton lovers were still thankful they didn't have to go to Siberia.
My only point was that at least Baltimore Last Sons of Kypton lovers were still thankful they didn't have to go to Siberia.
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Music Shit / Re: Bones
« on: October 28, 2006, 10:40:13 PM »
I actually saw a documentary on Discovery called "The Alternative Rock 'n' Roll Years" that talked about those X-ray platters: they said possession of one of those could land someone in Siberia for eight years and the words "rock 'n' roll" were banned.
It was a neat show, hosted by Deborah Harry, about all these unlikely places where rock 'n' roll sprouted up several years after it initially became popular in the United States.
Being a huge gay nerd, I actually took notes with the intention of bouncing a few off Soriano.
The Russian state even took this squeaky clean American wanker named Dean Reed (jeezis) and tried to push him off on the proletariat, even making him the star of Russian cowboy movies.
The music, as you might expect, wasn't all quite up to snuff but these fuckers were REAL rebels, defying governments and risking jail time versus just trying to piss off Dad with a ducktail haircut.
Russia:
Time Machine
Zvuki Mu (sp?)
Aquarium
Keno
Balisa
Strange Games
Africa:
Grande Kalle "Independence Cha Cha"
OK Jazz
Fela Kuti (Nigeria?)
India:
Nandu Bhende
Jets
Reaction
Atomic Forest
Brazil:
Tropicalismo (don't know if this is a band or genre)
Mexico:
El Tri/Alejandro Lora
Argentina:
Charly Garcia
It was a neat show, hosted by Deborah Harry, about all these unlikely places where rock 'n' roll sprouted up several years after it initially became popular in the United States.
Being a huge gay nerd, I actually took notes with the intention of bouncing a few off Soriano.
The Russian state even took this squeaky clean American wanker named Dean Reed (jeezis) and tried to push him off on the proletariat, even making him the star of Russian cowboy movies.
The music, as you might expect, wasn't all quite up to snuff but these fuckers were REAL rebels, defying governments and risking jail time versus just trying to piss off Dad with a ducktail haircut.
Russia:
Time Machine
Zvuki Mu (sp?)
Aquarium
Keno
Balisa
Strange Games
Africa:
Grande Kalle "Independence Cha Cha"
OK Jazz
Fela Kuti (Nigeria?)
India:
Nandu Bhende
Jets
Reaction
Atomic Forest
Brazil:
Tropicalismo (don't know if this is a band or genre)
Mexico:
El Tri/Alejandro Lora
Argentina:
Charly Garcia
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Music Shit / Re: What's everyone listening to?
« on: October 26, 2006, 12:09:48 PM »
Funkdoobiest
Bow Wow Wow
Here I Am
A second-rate Cypress Hill rip-off with asinine lyrics and the most idiotic name in showbiz: I like it.
Bow Wow Wow
Here I Am
A second-rate Cypress Hill rip-off with asinine lyrics and the most idiotic name in showbiz: I like it.
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Non-Music Shit / I Got Fucked In The Ass By My Employer...
« on: October 25, 2006, 09:43:17 AM »
...and all I got was this lousy pen.
The top brass at my workplace completely stole my idea.
See, they give cash rewards to employees who come up with ideas that they decide to use. I don't particularly give a fuck about improving the workplace but they give out between $150 and $400 if they use your idea -- I once got $50 and they didn't even use my idea. The money's nice but, mainly, I wanted the letter they give you which says they used your bright idear, with which I could pad my resume.
So, I submitted my idea to my immediate supervisor, who checked to see if it was even worth thinking over, and she passed it on to the upper echelon douches.
I thought it was a damn good idea, too: I was already planning on what I'd spend the bread on.
A week later, I got a letter back saying thanks but no thanks, it's just not feasible. Oh, and a goddamn pen. This all happened a few months ago.
Well, today, my immediate supervisor was dicking around on the computer and found something: she said, "So, they decided to implement your idea afterall?"
"What?"
Yes, they did, but they didn't pay me or give me a fuckin' congratulatory letter. Miserable cunts. Naturally, since it was all senior management shitasses, I basically have no recourse.
This is a major, world-reknown company and I think there's even a rapper that took the name of the company.
Oh, well. Turns out it really WAS a good idea.
Nevermind. I'm just bitching. Please resume masturbating.
The top brass at my workplace completely stole my idea.
See, they give cash rewards to employees who come up with ideas that they decide to use. I don't particularly give a fuck about improving the workplace but they give out between $150 and $400 if they use your idea -- I once got $50 and they didn't even use my idea. The money's nice but, mainly, I wanted the letter they give you which says they used your bright idear, with which I could pad my resume.
So, I submitted my idea to my immediate supervisor, who checked to see if it was even worth thinking over, and she passed it on to the upper echelon douches.
I thought it was a damn good idea, too: I was already planning on what I'd spend the bread on.
A week later, I got a letter back saying thanks but no thanks, it's just not feasible. Oh, and a goddamn pen. This all happened a few months ago.
Well, today, my immediate supervisor was dicking around on the computer and found something: she said, "So, they decided to implement your idea afterall?"
"What?"
Yes, they did, but they didn't pay me or give me a fuckin' congratulatory letter. Miserable cunts. Naturally, since it was all senior management shitasses, I basically have no recourse.
This is a major, world-reknown company and I think there's even a rapper that took the name of the company.
Oh, well. Turns out it really WAS a good idea.
Nevermind. I'm just bitching. Please resume masturbating.
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Music Shit / Re: Doo-wop
« on: October 23, 2006, 08:51:29 AM »
Group Vocals Disc 1
Group Vocals Disc 2
Plenty of good 45s have been re-ished; plenty of others are easy to come by and cheap considering doo wop/GV 45 collectors make garage and KBD 45 collectors look like respectable, pussy-getting citizens.
Group Vocals Disc 2
Plenty of good 45s have been re-ished; plenty of others are easy to come by and cheap considering doo wop/GV 45 collectors make garage and KBD 45 collectors look like respectable, pussy-getting citizens.
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Music Shit / Re: What's everyone listening to?
« on: October 13, 2006, 08:53:20 AM »
Hipshakes' Goner single: really likin' that A side
Blank Its "I'm OK": Cool. I also like "Master Intellectual" off the Feelers split, so I may have to splurge on that Empty Records album.
Blank Its "I'm OK": Cool. I also like "Master Intellectual" off the Feelers split, so I may have to splurge on that Empty Records album.
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Non-Music Shit / Re: I'm in love with Vodka
« on: October 13, 2006, 08:42:28 AM »
Mixing drugs is a real science, and amateurs may experience discomfort. As a teen, I've certainly been in situations where I didn't give a fuck where I threw up.
My friend's hippie mother used to sing the praises of "weed, whites and wine" but I found that a more affordable version -- maryjane, meth and malt liquor -- is THE buzz to have for live music and always makes me the best dancer at the whole show. May require a few supplemental beers and tokes at the venue.
My friend's hippie mother used to sing the praises of "weed, whites and wine" but I found that a more affordable version -- maryjane, meth and malt liquor -- is THE buzz to have for live music and always makes me the best dancer at the whole show. May require a few supplemental beers and tokes at the venue.
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New Releases For Sale/Distro Updates / Re: Jay Reatard and King Khan & BBQ Show albums out now
« on: October 09, 2006, 08:22:09 AM »
Yeah, all members of the He-Man Meanie Punk Misanthropes Klub have MySpace vanity pages with thousands of friends.
Except Daugs: Daugs got, like, 30.
Except Daugs: Daugs got, like, 30.
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New Releases For Sale/Distro Updates / Re: Jay Reatard and King Khan & BBQ Show albums out now
« on: October 08, 2006, 06:32:23 AM »
The fruitbat is right: that "Blood Visions" LP is a real turd.
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Used Records For Sale/Auctions/Wantlists / Re: I Am A Dumbshit
« on: October 07, 2006, 07:43:31 PM »
It's been claimed.
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Used Records For Sale/Auctions/Wantlists / I Am A Dumbshit
« on: October 07, 2006, 05:38:24 PM »
During the heat of passion from just having seen The Boys reunion show, I drunkenly and optimistically thought a Boys XL T-shirt would cover my beer gut: it didn't.
It's black, with a red silhouette of The Boys with "The Boys" written across it. Worn once for about 10 seconds.
You want it, it's yours. For free. Merry goddamn Christmas.
Send me a gay PM with your address if you want it.
It's black, with a red silhouette of The Boys with "The Boys" written across it. Worn once for about 10 seconds.
You want it, it's yours. For free. Merry goddamn Christmas.
Send me a gay PM with your address if you want it.
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Non-Music Shit / Re: Tower Records
« on: October 07, 2006, 05:27:05 PM »
For bands that release shit only on CD; for albums that are out-of-print; and for albums I plain do not want to lay out $9 - $15 for, downloading is the only sensible option.
And fuck record stores and the uppity vaginas who work there, lookin' my shit all up and down. I have spent easily tens of thousands of dollars in jagoff independent record stores manned by rude shit-heels with faggotty haircuts. In my senior year in high school, I went without breakfast and lunch all week long just so I would have money to buy a record and maybe some drugs to take while listening to the record.
Thanks to the internet -- masturbator message boards, All Music, etc. -- I haven't bought a shitty record in about seven or eight years, yet I still go over my monthly record budget of $200, every motherfucking month, and about 90 percent of that goes to independent labels through locally-owned, independent record shops.
I download about three albums a day without the slightest twinge of guilt and if some shitass in horn-rimmed glasses and an ironic Western shirt has to eat out of KFC's dumpster or starve because of that, then so be it.
And fuck record stores and the uppity vaginas who work there, lookin' my shit all up and down. I have spent easily tens of thousands of dollars in jagoff independent record stores manned by rude shit-heels with faggotty haircuts. In my senior year in high school, I went without breakfast and lunch all week long just so I would have money to buy a record and maybe some drugs to take while listening to the record.
Thanks to the internet -- masturbator message boards, All Music, etc. -- I haven't bought a shitty record in about seven or eight years, yet I still go over my monthly record budget of $200, every motherfucking month, and about 90 percent of that goes to independent labels through locally-owned, independent record shops.
I download about three albums a day without the slightest twinge of guilt and if some shitass in horn-rimmed glasses and an ironic Western shirt has to eat out of KFC's dumpster or starve because of that, then so be it.
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Music Shit / Re: Mod Vs. Rocker
« on: October 05, 2006, 11:18:30 AM »
In 2004, around the 40th anniversary of the Mod-Rocker battles royale held in Brighton (like in "Quadrophenia"), the BBC invited a beer-gutted original 1960s rocker in his leathers and on his bike; and an aged, original mod, in his spiffy clothes and on his Vespa, to come speak. At the end, the presenter asked the two to shake each others' hand... and they both refused!
