Very convincing. Makes me completely want to put myself under government control. Please take me to where you can make me unconscious and naked.

Riley ,'Help'


Buffista Music II: Wrath of Chaka Khan  

There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.


joe boucher - Jun 16, 2004 9:50:40 am PDT #3152 of 10003
I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve. - John Prine

I'm getting all sentimental for counterculture Reagan-hatred.

I think you might have listened to this when it was on, tommyrot, but Ken's "Commemorative Ronald Reagan Hyper-Patriotic Blowout" from WFMU. Reagan-inspired music (pretty much all con) and soundbites from Reagan & other Republicans. Agnew's "Effete Corps of Impudent Snobs" speech is almost as old as I am, but the party line has barely changed.


Jon B. - Jun 16, 2004 9:58:07 am PDT #3153 of 10003
A turkey in every toilet -- only in America!

I'm pretty sure that Mould quote is from Azerrad's "Our Band Could Be Your Life", but I haven't got the book with me to check.


tommyrot - Jun 16, 2004 9:59:04 am PDT #3154 of 10003
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

I caught the last third of that. Unfortunatly, I can't get to the archives at work (firewall) so one of these days I'll have to listen to it at home.

I did really enjoy the part that I heard.


DavidS - Jun 16, 2004 10:35:34 am PDT #3155 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Heh. It's like a Reagan Hate Nostalgia Trip. Just the thing after the week of UTTER BULLSHIT slathered across all media.


Ginger - Jun 16, 2004 10:38:20 am PDT #3156 of 10003
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

They seem to have missed on of my favorites, Kinky Friedman's "Flyin' Down the Freeway."

Well, it’s retro rocket time inside my attic
I’m all wrapped up in the flag to keep me warm
Got my brain locked in the cruise-o-matic
Rollin’ Ronnie Reagan in suppository form

(Not punk, of course, but it kept running through my head during the Reaganfest.)


tommyrot - Jun 16, 2004 11:18:15 am PDT #3157 of 10003
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

What's that web site that has tons of info on any band you look up?

(I have the bookmark on my iBook, which is at home.)

All the Reagan-Punk nostalgia has made me search for info on The Urban Guerillas, a Minneapolis punk band of the mid-late '80s. There is an Australian band of the same name which dominates my googling.


Jon B. - Jun 16, 2004 11:30:04 am PDT #3158 of 10003
A turkey in every toilet -- only in America!

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Hayden - Jun 16, 2004 11:39:06 am PDT #3159 of 10003
aka "The artist formerly known as Corwood Industries."

Hell, I'm always nostalgic for anti-Reagan rock. I was playing Reagan Youth the other night (although not for long - I just don't have the tolerance for hardcore anymore).


tina f. - Jun 16, 2004 11:42:15 am PDT #3160 of 10003

I am drowning in mix CDs!

Thanks Hec, I got the giant package o' CDs. My postal carrier was even excited about it.

So.many.new.mixes. I am listening to Kate's mix AIFG. (How did I forget that you put Charlene's "I've Never Been to Me" on there? That is the first song I ever learned all the lyrics to. I think I was four or so. I hadn't heard it in probably 20 years and I still got every word right.)


tommyrot - Jun 16, 2004 11:46:38 am PDT #3161 of 10003
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Thanks, Jon.

Sadly, no luck there on The Urban Guerillas.

It's so hard to find info on obscure bands that predate the internet.

edit:

"I've Never Been to Me"

I. Fucking. Hate. That. Song.

But mostly because of associations with my high-school girlfriend.