Hi! How are you doing? Me? Oh, I've been fine. Never felt better actually. Playoff Hockey has me all wound up and ferocious, and my wonderful sexy girlfriend keeps me in check by reminding me how amusing everything in Life is, no matter how terrible things appear on the surface. There's always a brighter side. There's always Hope.
So yeah, I've been hiding out as of late, enjoying the calm before the storm that is Punk Rock Posing. I'm sooooo sick of people I know ranting on and on about their lane assignments or about how wasted they're going to get this weekend and about what bands they're gonna see play and whatnot. You fucking sheeple are no worse than Shriners when they go to their conventions, except for those cool hats the Shriners wear, of course, but other than that, you're just like them. You all are a bunch of ass clowns sucking on that Stern dick who dress up in your required clothing format to stand around and congratulate yourselves on being so fucking 'Punk' and 'Cool' and 'Alternative' while some karaoke cover band that used to stand for something and now just wants to get paid plays on in the background while you post pictures on Instagram to show your friends how hip and rad you really are. Gawd you all make me sick. I'm almost embarrassed for you at this point. The sycophantic adulation to a farce of this nature, one that only wants to separate you from your money, and one that's pretty much the antis of everything that Punk once stood for and rallied against, is nauseating. I hope you all die a slow and agonizing death. I hope an outbreak of salmonella breaks out at your precious festival and sickens you all. You all already sicken me, so I guess that's fair.
Speaking of sickening, the flogging of a dead horse continues on unabated in the world of the Clash with yet another repackaging/reprocessing of their already spread thin musical output with the release of another box set, this one presented in a vapid yet pretty boom box looking enclosure, due to be available for mass consumption on Sept. 10th. It contains almost all of their recorded output (with the continuation of the whitewashing from memory of the Cut The Crap release), all albums remastered and remixed yet again, and it contains all the demos and live stuff that were already released on the Clash On Broadway box set, and it contains all the 7" versions that were included in the Clash Singles box set, and it contains all the videos that were on the Essential Clash and Live Revolution Rock DVDs. There's also some recycled and previously unseen footage from Don Lett's Westway To The World DVD in there as well, but if it wasn't used for that release, how good could it be, right? So what's the point in all this? What's the incentive to buy this, you ask? Well, I guess it's the fact that it contains reprints of all the original Armagideon Times fanzines the band did back in the early 80's (which I would give my eye teeth to have copies of once again), and a new one just put together for the box set, and all the badges and stickers that came with the singles when released, like the dog tags from the Straight To Hell/Should I Stay Or Should I Go 7", or the stickers that came with the Magnificent 7 release. Yeah, for $250 you can just shove all that shit right back up your ass where it fell out of. I've got better things to do with my money, but apparently, the Clash do not. Here's an Interview with all 3 surviving members of the band discussing their latest cash cow entrepreneurial endeavor.
Gosh, such a negative vibe in here. I'm going outside and get some sunshine on my face. :-) Everything is updated. New photos of the Gears, the Seriouslys, and the Aggravators just added, and you can click here to see the Gears, and click here to see the Seriouslys, and click here to see the Aggravators pix. I guess I'll be back on here to post something when this whole Punk Rock Posing debacle is over, when the stench of Punk Rock Greed is blown out of the Downtown area... heh