FLUX INFORMATION SCIENCES: Rape with tinfoil wil certainly appeal to those fucking up around mountain ranges. I have no idea if this has anything to do with military bases. Dose me up, you fucking stuttering freak
HENRY FLYNT: Sometimes I'm bored with Swamp Thing. He bleeds this DM-less cough syrup all over my fucking persian rugs. Granted, they're not authentically persian. I don't really see the point in your yawning. Give me something to hit you with.
HEAVEN 17: I went to the yacht club with the full intention of dousing myself up with gasoline and throwing my torched ass at some deck hands. I'm still suburban and have no intention of harming the rich. Dance with me, you giggling prostitute.
JAMES CHANCE & THE CONTORTIONS: Why bother with Hormel Chili when there is plenty of mulch to be stole at the local K-Mart? If you don't start a revolution in starch, you won't get to wear a tuxedo to the ball.
GLEN CAMPBELL: The highway isn't a place to dump dead Mexicans. You may get some good directions. You may even get a pat on the back. I'm telling you to go with what works and forget what everyone else is doing.
ELECTRIC EELS: Sure, Tarzan was a swinging dick with all of the jungle dames. I'm sure I could be knee deep in the quim if my father owned a software company and let me play around in the jungle all day. Fucking cardio, man. Get with it.
CHARLIE FEATHERS: Talking to free range chickens is a lost art. You motherfuckers go on and on about little dying kids in calcutta when I can't even have a decent heart to heart with Kammy The Rooster. Where's God?
THE CRAMPS: Like I'm going to take that Nazi flag out of the window of my flower shop! I'm sure capitalism is about killing business, shit for brains. Yes, this is a MagLight and I know how to swing it!!!
ASH RA TEMPLE: Take a walk with me, through the azure rain. Even celebate chess geeks can get some play from the janitor's daughter. Give the little Pelican a cracker.
KLAUS NOMI: All of the little tiny children couldn't put Mongo Santamaria's head back in that bottle. But those little Cambodian shits could get a replica of the USS Indianapolis up Spiro Agnew's bunt cake!!! Party at Gig Young's flat!
ALBERT AYLER: The only mother who could still balance a Scottish broadsword while whistlin' dixie is still Tab Hunter.
THE BIRTHDAY PARTY: Bolo Yeung in a cashmere vest. With sprinkles.
HOWLIN' WOLF: Women don't wanna make it with me because I'm too kind and generous. Plus my subscription to DUMB FUCK ran out before I was born. Kill For Peace.
KILLDOZER: Tonka Trucks have a habit of turning on their masters and raking the leaves (with your siblings dripping skeletons).
JOHN ZORN: You could talk your way out of triple homicide, but jail leaves plenty of opportunities to learn how to shoot crank in your pancreas. Or make little paper hats out of immigrant hair.
DIAMANDA GALAS: I went on a date with the newscaster's daughter and all I got was a hankerin' for Nutter Butter Cookies. Plus a couple vials of LSD. Maybe some hippie jewlery. Get your pilots license.
THE SMITHS: When you feel like splitting your neighboor's head open with the dead dryer he left in your yard...let God in. And then let God kill your fucking neighboor with a broken spatula. Talking is fucking useless.
THE FALL: Bill Murray
THE DIRTBOMBS: Carol Channing
JOE MEEK: Never buy street drugs from anyone driving an American automobile. Especially if they have those ridiculous spoilers. Tell 'em to get some taste and then get fucked.
ANTONY & THE JOHNSONS: Tori Spelling's Birthday Tears
THE SWANS: Tackle a nun and tickle her fancy
EINSTURZENDE NEUBAUTEN: Poland is the best place to catch an uncurable case of scoliosis. Something to do with poor gin mills and tooth fillings from child molesters. Give it a name, you know.
GOGOL BORDELLO: Wally Wingnut is having a riboff and bakesale the day that your fucking mother dies. He's got class and a sense of humor. Seriously, wash your fucking ass before I swing this tire chain like I was in a Billy Joel video!
CECIL TAYLOR: Burgess Meredith auditioning for the part of Buddy Lembeck on Charles In Charge...covered in molasses and waiting to be DEVOURED!!!
THE MINUTEMEN: Max Ernst was working on a couple of Christopher Pike's teen romance novels before he was picked up by Interpol for selling bootleg copies of Howard The Duck on BetaMax. Whatever. I'm told the director's cut won't be released because Jeffrey Jones was zooted on Quualudes and grabbing schoolchildren's asses. Maybe some of this stuff is true. I mean, it's Max Ernst for christ's sake.
TINDERSTICKS: Candles are for killing babies and not for dinner for two. Cancel the wedding, saddlebags.
THE RESIDENTS: Camp DanceAlot is having tryouts for their Summer Theater Explosion 2005. Word on the street is that they're going to do The Music Man using REAL gatling guns. There's more than one way to skin a cat!
GLENN BRANCA: Andrew McCarthy. No Joke.
LEFT BANKE: Chocolate Chip Penis & Way To Get A Pile Of Lumber Away From That Open Hornets Nest.
SOFT MACHINE: Gang raped at a Klan rally with a couple of teaspoons of cajun pepper. ROLL OUT!!!
JOBRIATH: Dan Marino
PETER BROTZMANN: Dick Butkus knocking the stuffing out of a lifeless and cold Ayn Rand.
JOY DIVISION: Jailed Airesses Pulling Blunts Out Of Their Chastity Belts. Bangin' like an 808.
I have lost my fucking mind. It's a great place to be. I've been reading SATANIC VERSUS by Salmon Rushdie and some big ole book of WB Yeats' poetry. Plus I bought like two hundred and fifty dollars worth of music in the last week and a half. Too much information. Too Soon. Confused boy with a stack of sixties garage rock. Let me know what you wild stallions think of my band descriptions. I LOVE A GOOD PARTY.
SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY
Left Banke-Walk Away Renee
Simon & Garfunkle-Richard Cory
Vanilla Fudge-You Keep Me Hangin' On
The Smiths-Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me
Nick Cave- Stranger TO Kindness
Antony & The Johnsons- River Of Sorrow
Tom Waits- Come On Up To The House
The Church- Reptile
Foundations-Build Me Up Buttercup
The Turtles-You Showed Me
THE THEME TO BILLY JACK
Rapeman-Just Got Paid
Something very strange and doom-laden to add to my journal. I was watching the IFC network on the satellite. They were playing Wim Wenders' "Wings Of Desire". Of course, it has a scene with Nick Cave doing THE CARNY and FROM HER TO ETERNITY. I was watching that part and it was good. I then flipped the channel over to VH1 Classic just to see what was playing on the Alternative. Nick Cave's WEEPING SONG video was playing. I think I'm either going to be very rich or very dead in the near future. A really scary fucking experience. Someone bless my handsome yet pudgy ass.
HENRY FLYNT: Sometimes I'm bored with Swamp Thing. He bleeds this DM-less cough syrup all over my fucking persian rugs. Granted, they're not authentically persian. I don't really see the point in your yawning. Give me something to hit you with.
HEAVEN 17: I went to the yacht club with the full intention of dousing myself up with gasoline and throwing my torched ass at some deck hands. I'm still suburban and have no intention of harming the rich. Dance with me, you giggling prostitute.
JAMES CHANCE & THE CONTORTIONS: Why bother with Hormel Chili when there is plenty of mulch to be stole at the local K-Mart? If you don't start a revolution in starch, you won't get to wear a tuxedo to the ball.
GLEN CAMPBELL: The highway isn't a place to dump dead Mexicans. You may get some good directions. You may even get a pat on the back. I'm telling you to go with what works and forget what everyone else is doing.
ELECTRIC EELS: Sure, Tarzan was a swinging dick with all of the jungle dames. I'm sure I could be knee deep in the quim if my father owned a software company and let me play around in the jungle all day. Fucking cardio, man. Get with it.
CHARLIE FEATHERS: Talking to free range chickens is a lost art. You motherfuckers go on and on about little dying kids in calcutta when I can't even have a decent heart to heart with Kammy The Rooster. Where's God?
THE CRAMPS: Like I'm going to take that Nazi flag out of the window of my flower shop! I'm sure capitalism is about killing business, shit for brains. Yes, this is a MagLight and I know how to swing it!!!
ASH RA TEMPLE: Take a walk with me, through the azure rain. Even celebate chess geeks can get some play from the janitor's daughter. Give the little Pelican a cracker.
KLAUS NOMI: All of the little tiny children couldn't put Mongo Santamaria's head back in that bottle. But those little Cambodian shits could get a replica of the USS Indianapolis up Spiro Agnew's bunt cake!!! Party at Gig Young's flat!
ALBERT AYLER: The only mother who could still balance a Scottish broadsword while whistlin' dixie is still Tab Hunter.
THE BIRTHDAY PARTY: Bolo Yeung in a cashmere vest. With sprinkles.
HOWLIN' WOLF: Women don't wanna make it with me because I'm too kind and generous. Plus my subscription to DUMB FUCK ran out before I was born. Kill For Peace.
KILLDOZER: Tonka Trucks have a habit of turning on their masters and raking the leaves (with your siblings dripping skeletons).
JOHN ZORN: You could talk your way out of triple homicide, but jail leaves plenty of opportunities to learn how to shoot crank in your pancreas. Or make little paper hats out of immigrant hair.
DIAMANDA GALAS: I went on a date with the newscaster's daughter and all I got was a hankerin' for Nutter Butter Cookies. Plus a couple vials of LSD. Maybe some hippie jewlery. Get your pilots license.
THE SMITHS: When you feel like splitting your neighboor's head open with the dead dryer he left in your yard...let God in. And then let God kill your fucking neighboor with a broken spatula. Talking is fucking useless.
THE FALL: Bill Murray
THE DIRTBOMBS: Carol Channing
JOE MEEK: Never buy street drugs from anyone driving an American automobile. Especially if they have those ridiculous spoilers. Tell 'em to get some taste and then get fucked.
ANTONY & THE JOHNSONS: Tori Spelling's Birthday Tears
THE SWANS: Tackle a nun and tickle her fancy
EINSTURZENDE NEUBAUTEN: Poland is the best place to catch an uncurable case of scoliosis. Something to do with poor gin mills and tooth fillings from child molesters. Give it a name, you know.
GOGOL BORDELLO: Wally Wingnut is having a riboff and bakesale the day that your fucking mother dies. He's got class and a sense of humor. Seriously, wash your fucking ass before I swing this tire chain like I was in a Billy Joel video!
CECIL TAYLOR: Burgess Meredith auditioning for the part of Buddy Lembeck on Charles In Charge...covered in molasses and waiting to be DEVOURED!!!
THE MINUTEMEN: Max Ernst was working on a couple of Christopher Pike's teen romance novels before he was picked up by Interpol for selling bootleg copies of Howard The Duck on BetaMax. Whatever. I'm told the director's cut won't be released because Jeffrey Jones was zooted on Quualudes and grabbing schoolchildren's asses. Maybe some of this stuff is true. I mean, it's Max Ernst for christ's sake.
TINDERSTICKS: Candles are for killing babies and not for dinner for two. Cancel the wedding, saddlebags.
THE RESIDENTS: Camp DanceAlot is having tryouts for their Summer Theater Explosion 2005. Word on the street is that they're going to do The Music Man using REAL gatling guns. There's more than one way to skin a cat!
GLENN BRANCA: Andrew McCarthy. No Joke.
LEFT BANKE: Chocolate Chip Penis & Way To Get A Pile Of Lumber Away From That Open Hornets Nest.
SOFT MACHINE: Gang raped at a Klan rally with a couple of teaspoons of cajun pepper. ROLL OUT!!!
JOBRIATH: Dan Marino
PETER BROTZMANN: Dick Butkus knocking the stuffing out of a lifeless and cold Ayn Rand.
JOY DIVISION: Jailed Airesses Pulling Blunts Out Of Their Chastity Belts. Bangin' like an 808.
I have lost my fucking mind. It's a great place to be. I've been reading SATANIC VERSUS by Salmon Rushdie and some big ole book of WB Yeats' poetry. Plus I bought like two hundred and fifty dollars worth of music in the last week and a half. Too much information. Too Soon. Confused boy with a stack of sixties garage rock. Let me know what you wild stallions think of my band descriptions. I LOVE A GOOD PARTY.
SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY
Left Banke-Walk Away Renee
Simon & Garfunkle-Richard Cory
Vanilla Fudge-You Keep Me Hangin' On
The Smiths-Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me
Nick Cave- Stranger TO Kindness
Antony & The Johnsons- River Of Sorrow
Tom Waits- Come On Up To The House
The Church- Reptile
Foundations-Build Me Up Buttercup
The Turtles-You Showed Me
THE THEME TO BILLY JACK
Rapeman-Just Got Paid
Something very strange and doom-laden to add to my journal. I was watching the IFC network on the satellite. They were playing Wim Wenders' "Wings Of Desire". Of course, it has a scene with Nick Cave doing THE CARNY and FROM HER TO ETERNITY. I was watching that part and it was good. I then flipped the channel over to VH1 Classic just to see what was playing on the Alternative. Nick Cave's WEEPING SONG video was playing. I think I'm either going to be very rich or very dead in the near future. A really scary fucking experience. Someone bless my handsome yet pudgy ass.
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man, you need to get your hands on some TREAT HER RIGHT...look for it you will dig...
also try to pick up the tzadik release of the irving stone memorial concert top fucking notch in any decade.....and for the record...the logic is mullet endorsed...
and i send you many blessings, sir. if you have to make a choice between rich and dead, i'd go with rich. then, you can afford a level of decadence that will ensure a spectacular death from excess. and who doesn't want that?