I’m goddamned sick and tired of battlin’ writer’s block to once again arrive at a frustrated first step, y’know, leave me alone and let me go back to bed. I say that every issue, and now I quit.
Thirty years after Elektra unleashed the Stooges’ classic on a disinterested world (“universally panned” crows the new press release), Rhino Handmade has put out a seven CD box set containing every last second of screwin’ ’round with the seven songs on the original record that made it to tape.
It ain’t nothin’ but pre-teen toilet-training fake rebellion, something best practiced by cretins who don’t know any better who, in turn, get aped by assorted Europeans and pariah Asians who learned American culture from sitcom re-runs.
I must have certifiable rocks in my head to’ve enthusiastically taken on the unenviable task of booking the bands at a club out here in Portland, Oregon.
My favorite record released this year was Silky by Andre Williams, backed by two ex-Gories. Forgive Thee, The Cheater Slicks’ double record is a close second.
Dylan embodies the cranky restlessness (that used to be?) symptomatic of the American spirit: A fearless fraud caught with more hats on than he could ever wear.
“It was a desperate stubborn refusal of the world, a total rejection. We had been promised the end of the world as children, and we weren’t getting it.”