Category Archives: music
For the second time in recent memory, I’ve run across a blog post about a punk zine I published back in college with my friend Rob Stewart. Oddly enough I had just run across what I believe is my last remaining copy of the thing the other day in a mixed box of old comics. [...]
My semi-annual emergency-customer-feature alpha-release behind-schedule Sunday-night-code-freeze self-pitying why-don’t-somebody-please-destroy-the-tech-industry so-that-I-can-be-a-fireman musical self-pity exhaustion headache blues post. Not available on YouTube. Blue Orchids “Dumb Magician” We move so fast today Nothing stands in our way We’re free to act And forced to pay Have power over people Understand the subtlety of body language One up in every [...]
Loki wants everybody to know that Humid City will be back soon. To pass the time, please enjoy the rhythmic stylings of Mike “Dancing Around the World” Long, who I think gets Minor Threat better than anybody.
Now, the making of a good compilation tape is a very subtle art. Many do’s and don’ts. First of all you’re using someone else’s poetry to express how you feel. This is a delicate thing. — Rob, High Fidelity If I was an artist like Greg Peters, or a photographer like dsb or Galfreaka, or [...]
I’ll have more details and links to photos of Ashleys’ funeral later this weekend, but people have been asking me to post the eulogy that I read at the service this morning. For those of you who haven’t heard the original, it’s a take on Kermit Ruffins’s song “What Is New Orleans?” —— (My most [...]
I knew Ashley by reputation in the months after the storm. The first words I ever saw by him were: You do not want to fuck with pissed off New Orleanians. We’re the murder capital, bitches. We will rain that shit down on you. and I thought this might be a man I need to [...]
The Irish Channel Republican Army wishes you and yours a Happy St. Pat’s, even if you’re only faking the Irish bit. Sinn Fein, yanqui motherfuckers.
Because Miss Syl finds things like this: (Although ironically Ian used to literally dance himself into a seizure when he was alive, but you can’t tell kids anything these days.) Apologies for only being able to communicate by song and video lately. My real writing is going into NuPac until The Wire runs out.
I just don’t wanna. When I’m lyin’ in my bed at night I don’t wanna grow up Nothin’ ever seems to turn out right I don’t wanna grow up How do you move in a world of fog That’s always changing things Makes me wish that I could be a dog When I see the [...]