Good morning, Unwound, Fake Train. Needed to go back 25+ years today to find a better place. Were, Are and Was, or Is.
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Good morning, The Monorchid, Who Put Out The Fire? Who did, indeed? The abrasive edges of their fiercer tracks laid side-against more straight-forward fare makes for a 50/50 split some can’t reconcile. A was for Anarchy — we all need a reminder now and then.
Good morning, John Coltrane, The Olatunji Concert. His last recorded concert, hot bellowing horn, bells, traffic, overloaded drums and crowd. There was no turning back the turbulence, then or now.
Spoiler alert: opening bands now sound like the unknowns on Twin/Tone comps apeing a lesser Hüsker Dü/80s pop sound.
Good morning, His Name Is Alive, Stars on E. S. P.
Good morning, His Name Is Alive, Stars on E. S. P. This world is not my home, I’m just passing through. Forever true.
Good morning, Superchunk, On the Mouth.
Good morning, Superchunk, On the Mouth. A kissing punch, lips that knock you back, apt analogy on an album that romances with vigor, extra-applied elbow grease on soft contours, fists wrapped in valentine red cellophane. Rapt rapture of old car window-down summer love singalongs, evening soft-serves indulged, finale fireworks of rainbow sprinkles and tactile crunch. The heat making pants legs stick and so eventually, removed.
“The Super Patriot”
“The Super Patriot” (The Mad Primer of Bigots, Extremists and Other Loose Ends, Mad Magazine Issue #129 [Sept. 1969])
Good morning, David Bowie, Scary Monsters.
Good morning, David Bowie, Scary Monsters. I’m ok, you’re so-so.
Good morning, Camper Van Beethoven, Camper Van Beethoven IS Dead, Long Live Camper Van Beethoven.
Good morning, Camper Van Beethoven, Camper Van Beethoven IS Dead, Long Live Camper Van Beethoven. Ridiculous times call for ridiculous titles like “Broadcasting Live From The MCI-Worldcom-AT&T-Daimler-Chrysler-Mitsubishi-Phillips-BASF-LG-Phillip-Morris-BP-Texaco-Pfizer-AOL-Time-Warner-Boeing-Microsoft-Aeroflot-United-Yoyodyne Coliseum, Strom Thurmond City, Mars”. A best-of-never collection of rarities recalls the dot-bust, dying flowers, heat-warped flexidiscs, and the lonesome, loathsome world.
Good morning, David Bowie, Low.
Good morning, David Bowie, Low. Jaunty songs about reckless behaviors, love, nothing at all. Rebirth in a new city, fit for a new week.
