The More Things Change

Saw DOA last nite. Joey Shithead (though now he goes by Joey Shithead Keithly- a nod to his political career) looked great, a bit greyer these days, but lookin’ healthy in his torn and patched jeans and sleeveless denim jacket (the Canadian Tuxedo). Thankfully, the band blazed (Joey even played geetar behind his back and with his teeth- holy guitar hero, Batman!). Joey was as unintelligible as ever (think of a Grizzly Bear singing) and the old and newer songs sounded great. I think I first saw them as a tyke in ’81, and it’s probably a small miracle that they are still a-showin’ and I’m still a-goin’.

And then tonite, the Angry Samoans are playin’! I would have liked to have gone to that too, but I’m lazy, it’s a Sunday nite, and besides, “Breaking Bad” is on. Yeah, white and lazy.

Speaking of which, the one show I woulda loved to have gone to was The Replacements re-union at Riot Fest a couple of weeks ago. Though, imma not big on this reunion talk, since imho the ‘Mats were done when they threw smokin’ and drinkin’ Bob Stinson out and the band became a Paul Westerburg solo project.

But, dang if I wasn’t weeping like a little girl and pogoing at 3 am, watchin’ the ‘Mats footage from the show. “Bastards Of Young”, “Left Of The Dial”, “Takin A Ride”, “Color Me Impressed”, “I’m In Trouble”... something about seeing that vidage & hearing that toonage reduced me to my 18 year old ghost.

That’s an emotional response I didn’t expect (especially as I wasn’t there in person). 

But that’s what music can do to ya. It was fun yellin’ out the songs with Joey at the DOA show, and I am sure my visceral reaction will be the same seeing the Keith/Dez/Chuck version of Black Flag this Thursday. BF & DOA were huge bands for me back in my yoot.

However, something snuck up on me watching that ‘Mats show. 

I watched the crowd singing along to every song- yeah, some people were probably really annoyed by that.

All I felt was envy. Wow, to be part of a huge crowd where everyone was feelin’ it. And yet, even as part of the teeming masses, you would still have this personal stake and response to the songs. 

What a rare privilege that would be.

  

Amnesia RockFest - Montebello, Quebec

The past weekend was spent in the urban wilds of Montreal, as well as the rural wilds of Montebello, Quebec at the Amnesia Rock Fest.

Amnesia Fest is a Punk/Metal music fest that was developed by a Canadian teenager about 7 years ago. It takes place in Montebello (about 70 miles North of Montreal) and for 2 days- was the Great White North’s version of Woodstock.

Not this this was a completely good thing! The festival reached critical mass this year and three hour waits to pick up tickets were de rigeur. Fortunately, your humble narrator took care of his shit long before the day of show, and J-Lo, Davey-boy and old Nazz sauntered in leisurely both days. And, since the last big crowd headliner's bore no real interest to us (Rise Against and The Offspring-  been there done that for both bands), we also were able to "get outta dodge city" both nites without too much bumping.

 

Black Flag

The good-

• The people of Montebello (including law enforcement) could not have been nicer and more laid back. 50,000 plus punks and metalheads invading a town with more cows than people could have been a disaster- but civility was the name of the game. In fact, the only interaction we had with the long arm of the law was a photo op! The townspeople were wonderful- and as a result, the vibe between attendees, cops and natives was extremely cool.
• $5 beer inside the venue (and lots of it!)- beer kiosks were everywhere (albeit Budweiser) and vendors were actually triasping thru the mud (more on THAT later) to serve us! Kinda weird that they couldn't get Canadian beer sponsorship- but, on the other hand, I guess Bud is exotic in Canada since it's an import!
• Poutine- Inside the show- Pulled pork, gravy, fries, cheese curds…mmmmmmmmm – aside from a convenience store/ gas station sandwich that’s all I ate for the 4 days!
• The bands!- Holy shit!!!!!!  Let’s see, the best bands of the 20 or so (there were 5 stages and about 100 bands that played) I saw were: FLAG (ie – the non Gregg Ginn version)- Keith Morris, Dez Cadena, Chuck Dukowski et al brought it waaaaaay back to 1979!, our NYC homeboys Agnostic Front and Anthrax were great; DropKick Murphys, old skool L.A. band The Adolescents, old skool crust punks Subhumans UK, Alice fucking Cooper, Social Distortion, Rancid.
• But the best band I saw all weekend was FUCKED UP. Lead singer Pink Eyes and his preppy looking band absolutely tore up the freakin’ place. Pink Eyes (all 250 plus hairy lbs of him) spent the entire show singing whilst being held aloft. After the show, he spent about an hour posing for pix and hugging anybody that cam within hugging distance. 

J-Lo, Pink Eyes & Davey-Boy

The bad-

• Yeah, it was a lot like Woodstock- overflowing toilets, shit piss and mud rivers bisecting the festival grounds. Canadian kids must not have gotten the word on littering, strewn everywhere were empty beer cups, soda bottles etc- though this was at least in part due to the organizers, who did not have enough garbage cans.
• Band cancellations and bad info- several bands such as Lagwagon and The Mighty Bosstones  got shifted around in times and stages- and no one was informed- so we missed them.
• The lines- as said- waiting three hours to pick up my tickets would have been a disaster.
• Old age - I overindulged big time too early Saturday & sorta had to take a rest for a couple of hours in a parking lot in the early afternoon– But that was cool- I arose feeling refreshed and ready to mosh!
• Cookie Monster bands- Christ, is there some sort of Canadian law that every metal band has to sound like the Cookie Monster is their singer?

All in all- a great weekend. I hope to go back next year (it was a pretty long drive) but I am glad I went!

When I Grow Up...

I wanna be Dave Grohl.

Fucker gets to play with everyone from Led Zep to Lee Ving. Here's the Foo Fighters dressing up as Rush circa 1978 (last nite at the rock n roll hof)- dig the white robes:




and Keith (aka Johnny Bob Goldstein) Morris and the other guys (Chuck Dukowski, Dez Cadena, Bill Stevenson and the Descendents' Steven Edgerton) restoring my preferred era of Black Flag launched their tour:



and of course the Ozzy led Black Sabbath just released their first song in 35 years:




the 1970's are back muthafuckas!

You Know The Pain That's In My Heart / I Guess That Shows That I'm Not Very Smart

When things end, they end with a whimper AND a bang. Scorched fucking earth. I'm sitting in a hotel room out in the wilderness thinking about Willie Loman and trying to figure out what to wrap my belt around that will support my weight.

Unfortunately, modern hotel rooms have no rafters, so I guess I'll see the morning.

Absolution is out of the question

It makes no sense to apologize

The words I thought I brought I left behind,

so never mind

PS- "Color Me Obsessed" the Replacements documentary (spoiler alert- it's all talkin' heads and NO 'Mat's music) is on youtube. It's also posted for your convenience below. It's two hours of pontifications about the last great hope for rock n roll.

All over but the shouting, indeed.

I Don't Care

The Ramones said it best:

I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
About this world
I don't care
About that girl
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
About these words
I don't care

Black Flag - Damaged

Aahhhh, it’s a fried-day and there is some rather interesting shit going on at my job that may spell doom or prosperity for old Nazz. Soooooooo, it’s BLACK FLAG time! 

Christ, I’ve only been addicted to the band for what, 30 plus years? Well, today it’s DAMAGED. Just a total sonic brute force. Were they the hardest band? No… I’d give that to the Bad Brains, whose performances would actually make the flesh peel back from your skull. But for outright anger management, the Damaged era Black Flag does it for me just fine. The twin guitars of Greg Ginn and Dez Cadena. The “lead bass” of Chuck Dukowski. The nasty ass drumming of Robo. And who is that guy that was singing for them back then? Henry something or other. Whatever happened to him? You had the “pop side” with “TV Party”, “Six Pack”, “Gimme Gimme Gimme”, “Police Story” and then the brute angst force side with the two versions of “Damaged”, “Life Of Pain”, “No More”.

Sure, a lot of the songs had been in their repertoire since the early days of the band (the comp Everything Went Black has multiple versions of many of the songs with multiple singers). But, the versions on “Damaged” transcend “old school punk” and re-invent the genre.

But you know that already, because you have the album- dontcha? The cover of course gives it away- Henry punching the mirror. 

This feeling haunts me

Behind these eyes

The shell seems so empty

Does anything live inside?

I want to live

I wish I was dead
 

---- “What I See”---

I saw the band in it’s Henry era a bunch of times- from the pre-Damaged tour thru the molten sludge end of the band tours. 

The sheer ferocity of the band, with Henry on stage in his little gym shorts and tattoos and skinhead (later of course replaced with his long hair and even more tats) would just engulf the audience. As the years went by, it became even more confrontational.

You’d come out of the shows absolutely drained. Ears ringing, body aching, drenched in sweat.

Good times.

This album will be on endless loop today.

Police Story

Out here on Long Island, the Police force is slightly to the right of the Nazi's. In other words, they are a bunch of confrontational scumbags who like nothing more than to harass citizens and drum up money thru fines to replenish the sagging teats of the Nassau budget.


Fuck them all.

Dead Punks Curve

I've driven close to 1000 miles in the last 36 hours, fueled by decaffeinated tea and alot of great music.
Largely responsible for my decaf high energy level was a fuckton of two of the greatest albums ever devised by human beings:


THE MONKS: BLACK MONK TIME



and

BLACK FLAG DAMAGED





Play em loud muthafucka's!

PUNK FUCKING ROCK- It's what's for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Gimme Gimme Gimme

I need some more.

One of these things is not like the others. Can you guess which one?

(this picture has nothing to do with anything... but Britney's sure got a nice rack here. Much nicer than Henry Rollins' rack).

Correct! Uncle Tupelo is the one that doesn't belong... because they are alt-country pussyfucks!!!!!!!

Worn From The Inside Out

I am so vegged out from the usual that I don't even have the capacity to think. Just starin' at the 'puter screen, giggling and slack-jawed.

Here are some perfect videos from my youth. You know where to find the original songs (most likely in yer rekkid collection).

The Best Things In Life Are Free...

... but you ain't getting them without money. Or something.

It appears that after a few months of on-the-job-training (ie rejection), I have made a couple of additions to the plus side of the ledger. While nothing to even draw any moolah out of, it still establishes me as havin' some modicum of credibility with my company.

And that's a little piece of mind.



And piece of mind might be priceless, but it can also be bought!

And a little satisfaction:

I got an email from one of my old bosses. While this guy wasn't the soulless pigfucker who shitcanned me, he was definitely complicit. He could have been "the governor" and given me a stay of execution. But he didn't. After all, it's just business... even after being a star performer for over ten years.

So, he offers to have lunch with me next time I'm in the environs.

Multiple choice time!!!!

Would YOU:
a: Tell him to go fuck himself via email
b: meet him and confront him on what happened
c: meet him and not burn bridges, and suck up your hatred
d: ignore it completely

I'll post what I chose in a couple of days

Get In The Van

Rereading Get In The Van; Henry Rollins diary of his days with Black Flag. It's highly recommended to all you kids who romanticize the first wave of d.i.y. hardcore/punk.

Sure, American Punk can be traced back to the Stooges and of course the late 70's NYC scene. But those bands largely had record company support.

The early 80's bands like Black Flag, Dead Kennedys, Circle Jerks (on the left coast), Reagan Youth, Kraut, Minor Threat (right coast) and the Necros, Effigies, Big Boys (flyover states) didn't have the largesse of corporations to fund their records and tours. Most of em were on indy labels run by the bands themselves.
And life was bitch tough, both on the road and at home.

Rollins' book is chock full of self loathing, hatred towards cops and BF's fans and audience (many times they were subject to abuse from their crowd) and frustration. His book reads like a horror story, as each night brings more aggravation, pain and struggles.

I was around back than, and can certainly empathize with BF's troubles. "Back in the day", ya young whippersnappers, we used to get shit from teachers, cops and our parents for being into the scene. I remember one of my dickhead English teachers in High School threatening to fail me because I was wearing a Ramones shirt. It wasn't all Hot Topic and Warped Tours back then. And the shows were violent. This whole crowd surfing/moshing ritual that happens at any alt-show got it's start back then, and it was more like a riot than a dance. One time at a Minor Threat show I stage dove and knocked myself out. Rollins was actually one of the people carrying me off the floor when I regained conciousness.


At no point in Get In The Van do you ever get the feeling that Rollins was having any fun at all. Their tours in Europe were particularly harsh with no money, no place to stay, bitter cold and ultra violence.


It certainly didn't help that Black Flag were the most relentless, aggro-musically inclined mutha's out there. And Henry, leading the band with that feral look in his eyes and bare chest was like adding gasoline to the fire. I was at several shows in the NY area and there were ALWAYS fights. Additionally, Henry was the fourth lead singer in BF's history and the band was leaving Punk Rock behind and playing more and more sludge core. Between the new direction in music and being labeled as sell-outs, it's amazing they weren't killed.


I had several occasions to interview and also informally talk to Henry back in those days. Despite his "don't fuck with me" swagger, I always found him to be extremely gracious and thoughtful. In fact all the guys in Black Flag were pretty cool (though Greg Ginn was a little insular). One of my fondest memories was my dad telling me that someone named Chuck Dukowski was on the phone for me.

Anyway, if you haven't read it yet; Get In The Van is a great read tht will gove you a real understanding of your Punk Forefathers. And if you have read it, take your copy and smack some little nuevo-punk upside the head with it.

Vin

1990 in London

At home

With Nazz, faking a handstamp so we could sneak into a club

5 years ago today I got the call that my buddy Vin died. An aneurysm. I woulda bet on liver failure, or getting hit by a car. If you’re lucky in life, you get a friend that you can really consider your brother. Well, I got lucky.

I met Vin back in first year college, when I was tripping hard on acid and he came strolling by with an equally acid addled friend. Vin was back from college and with-in a week, we were best buddies. Over the ensuing 80 or 90 years we went to more shows, got tossed out of more clubs and bars, drank more booze, and got into more trouble than either one of us should have ever been able to survive from. We would constantly push each other to do dumber and dumber things… it wasn’t even to out-do the other, it was more of a scientific pursuit to discover how far we could take it.

Every weekend we’d be at a Circle Jerks, or Fleshtones or Slickee Boys, or Dead or Kraut or whoeverthefuck was in NYC that nite show. Often, one of us would wake up the next morning a bit banged up (more often than not it was Vin, since he couldn’t hold his liquor as well as I could and was smaller than me). Oh, the liquor thing… Vin was definitely in a lifelong battle with John Barleycorn, and more often than not, was the loser. For as much as he drank, he would get hammered pretty early on. He had 4 distinct phases: Stages 1-4. Stage 1 would be the simple slurring and stage 4 would be falling down drunk and speaking utter gibberish. And it might only be a three drink journey from 1 to 4! And God help us if he tried to pick up a girl or if we got back stage to hang with a band. I remember one time when Vin tried to tell John Doe from X the lyrics of some of John’s songs. Doe became completely unhinged as Vin tried to tell him he was singing the songs wrong! Or getting thrown out of the old Peppermint Lounge when we started square dancing during some “bull-shit downtown scenester New Wave” show. Rock n roll. I think we did 12 Super Bowl’s in a row… wherever we were, even in different cities, we would get together for the game.

Vin lived in Albany for quite a few years in the 80’s and was pretty involved with the Capital-land punk scene. I spent a lot of time in Albany, as my girlfriend was going to school there and Vin lived there. I usually spent more time with Vin actually! He had a great apartment with aluminum foil as wallpaper on all the walls… it was like living in a giant baked potato.

That’s not to say Vin was a moron. The guy graduated from a top college, worked as an assistant to two different State Assemblymen and eventually ended up in the Wall Street area, working as a systems analyst.

The missus felt equally close to Vin, he was definitely like a brother to her as well. He even lived with us for a few months right after we got married.

On September 11, 2001; Vin was coming out of the subway downtown when the first plane hit… he narrowly avoided getting killed when a piece of the plane landed feet from him. I spoke to him later in the day (I was out of town) and he described how people were jumping out of the towers. I don’t think he was ever the same after that.

Anyway, when I got the call that he died, as clichéd as it sounds, we died a little that day too. I made the requisite calls (my mom was devastated as well); and we did the wake thing for 4 days. On day 5, there was a memorial mass and than a huge party that his parents threw. It was supposed to just be a luncheon, but it ended up being the kind of going away party that I would like when I kick. Everyone drinking and crying and telling stories. That night, I had to play a gig… we made it a memorable one and my buddy Al came on to sing Bloodstains (Agent Orange). At least we sent Vin out on a high note.

I know this post is all self indulgent (as if the other’s aren’t!). I don’t care. My buddy deserves better than this blog post, but it’s the best I can do.

Here's a mixtape of some of the bands and songs that I think of when I think about Vin.

Or something.

Anyway, wherever you are, hoist up a beverage of your choice and toast someone you care about that's gone.

Toonage (all on one file):

Circle Jerks - Live Fast Die Young

NOFX - August 8th

Black Flag - Police Story (Ron Reyes version)

Minor Threat - In My Eyes

Husker Du - First Of The Last Calls

The Vipers - Cheated And Lied

Flipper - Earthworm

Rush - The Trees (live)

Run DMC - King Of Rock

Public Enemy - Welcome To The Terrordome

Fleshtones - Hexbreaker

Give Waterboarding A Chance

The country is abuzz with the debate over Waterboarding and whether or not it constitutes torture for our former "guests" (ie prisoners of war).

Excuse me, but they were enemy combatants, weren't they? We were trying to get information in the interest of saving American lives, weren't we?

I eagerly await the reports coming out of how many American lives were saved.

So, what's the problem? War is fought with the goal of killing or disabling your opponent to save your own country. What's the difference between shooting, bombing or waterboarding?

Our enemies have shown no interest in negotiation or ceasing hostilities. There are no treaties to be signed. Their only goal is the destruction of our way of life. When given no option of ending hostilities, what is the USA supposed to do; say "pretty please don't attack us again"?

Bullshit.

The only way that we are going to survive this is if we prove to be as much a bunch of maniacs as they are. That's what ended the cold war. Russia built up their defenses in response to our insane President (Reagan). Libya stopped with the terrorism when we bombed Quadaffi's home.

It's unfortunate, but some enemies only respect force. We cannot afford to take the higher road. This cannot be a nation of pussies. Any military leader that does not use every available weapon to defend their country is derilicting his duty and is guilty of treason. I work in New York City. When do we end this nonsense, when we get attacked again?

This "War On Terrorism" should have ended on September 12th, 2001; with a few well placed nuclear bombs taking out the caves in Afghanistan.

Why are we wasting money and American lives in a ground war when we have superior weaponry? Our enemies would certainly use anything at their disposal to destroy us.

End the debate now. Bush and Cheney did very little correct during the past 8 years. Waterboarding is on the short list of things they did right.

Never Forget! Never Forgive!

Toonage:

Misfits - Hatebreeders (demo)
Black Flag - Revenge
The Weirdos - We Got The Neutron Bomb
John Lennon - Give Peace A Chance (acoustic demo- unreleased)
D.O.A. - War

A VD Post

Just when I think you're out of my head
I hear a song that you sang or see a book that you read.

And I think about my loves, well, I've had a few
Well, I'm sorry that I hurt them, did I hurt you too?

I would break down at your feet and beg forgiveness, plead with you
But I know that it's too late, and now there's nothing I can do

You know the pain, that's in my heart,
it just shows, I'm not very smart.

And if I don't see ya, in a long, long while
I'll try to find you, left of the dial

Toonage:
The Kinks - No More Looking Back
Social Distortion - I Was Wrong
The Cure - Boys Don't Cry (demo)
Black Flag - Louie Louie
Replacements - Left Of The Dial (live Beacon Theater - NYC)



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Now playing: Ramones - The KKK Took My Baby Away
via FoxyTunes

shitFACEdBOOK

As Princess Nomad has been urgently requesting to be able to sign up for Facebook, we have belatedly acquiesced to her pleas. Negotiations revolved around us having her password, as well as yours truly joining, the better to keep tabs.

Apparently, we were the last two people in the Western world to become members, as everyone and their Uncle Bob is on as well.

After a couple of weeks of tinkering, I have already become somewhat bored of yet another timesuck. However, the lure of pissing away hours on the site and looking up people I haven't seen in years has proved alluring. On the other hand, as I do not use my real name, no one can find me, unless they know my "nom de cyber". Which works fine.

I have investigated old acquaintances from High School and College, and I am amazed at how old THEY have all gotten (as they post their pix). Often, they post em of the wives and kiddies too. I have no urge to contact any of em, as I figger I would have made the effort years ago if I had any interest in re-connecting. In fact, whenever I get Alumni pleas for $$$ or reunion info, I always mark the envelopes "Return to Sender- deceased".

Anyway, one thing that has happened a couple of times to me is the phenom of "wasted posting", in which I have commented on friends "walls" on Facebook whilst hammered.

This apparently happened last nite, while under the influence of a heavy duty sleeping aid. I had no recollection of it, until I got an email today from JW expressing outrage over what I posted. And I had no idea what it was, until I was informed of the moronic utterings I had deemed fit to cyber-post. I also posted some bizarre shit integrating a hallucination involving a classic rock legend with an 80's alt-rock icon.

So, the lesson to be learned is, put the keyboard away when your "under the influence". Because the Internet is forever. or something.


Toonage:
The Damned - Silly Kids Games
Iggy Pop - I'm Bored
Black Flag - Wasted
Ciccone Youth - Into The Groovey
The Cynics - Waste Of Time

Weird S.I.N.s Inside The Graveyard

"It's not the years honey, it's the mileage"
...Indiana Jones

For reasons that I will divulge soon, gentle reader, I made contact with an old friend last week.

I haven't talked to the guy since my wedding day; a score ago. But catching up, he's got a helluva book to write. It's funny what bits we had heard of each other over the last couple of decades, funnier that it's all the kind of stuff that would generally be dismissed as bizarre rumors, and yet in both of our cases, the information was true!

Unbelievably, the people he asked about on my side are all deceased, as are counterparts on his side. Suicide, jail and divorce abound as well. We're not old men either, I don't think either one of us is on the back nine of life expectancy.

I don't want this to sound like whistlin' past the graveyard, but the pressing thought I conveyed was how lucky the both of us are to still be walkin' this mortal coil. There but for the grace of the Grim Reaper (or the police) coulda been either one of us.

Growing up as an oblivious punk jerk-off, I always thought that the danger we put ourselves in wasn't as life threatin' as it really was. After all, we were immortal. Those that fell by the wayside were just unlucky, right? But looking back on the drunken driving, the chemical and agricultural products, the violence and the irresponsibility of the situations we placed ourselves in; well, it makes we shudder.

How I am able to communicate this to Nazz Jr. and Princess Nomad remains to be seen.

But, as we are still not A Diet For The Worms ... All the more reason to rock the fuck out whenever possible, I 'spose!

Bookage:
A Few Seconds Of Panic - Stefan Fatsis

Toonage:

The Mob - 101
Social Distortion - Another State Of Mind
Gram Parsons - In My Hour Of Darkness
The Soft Boys - Only The Stones Remain
Exene Cervenka and Henry Rollins - Wasted (Black Flag cover)
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Now playing: The Only Ones - The Happy Pilgrim
via FoxyTunes

Gettin' Nowhere, Fast As I Can

Well apathy's got a hold on me

And it won't let go

Tell me your problem, I'll tell you mine

Motherfucker you're gonna know

Well I can go for a change

Go for a jog

Tell me about your rock band

Tell me about your BLOG

Shut up

Shut up

(...with apologies to Paul Westerberg)

This is post number 200. Thanks to the the dozen or so folks out there who bother to read this prose and mayhaps even comment.
The good folks over at Pig State Recon
described this blog as:
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"1/3 cheap jokes,
1/3 whining about his job & sports team & government,
but a full 1/3 is all about this thing we call rock and roll"

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I can live with that.

And I can live with this Husker Du video from 1985.

Fucking rock and roll.

Bookage:

Please Kill Me - The Oral Uncensored History of Punk - Legs McNeil

Toonage:

Peggy Lee - Is That All There Is

Black Flag - Damaged 1 (w/ Dez Cadena lead vox)
Bob Dylan - It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) - (BBC 1965)

Deadly Snakes - I Want To Die

Ramones - R.A.M.O.N.E.S.



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Now playing: NOFX - The Decline
via FoxyTunes

Redrum Redrum Redrum

All work and no play makes Nazz a dull boy.All work and no play makes Nazz a dull boy.All work and no play makes Nazz a dull boy.All work and no play makes Nazz a dull boy.All work and no play makes Nazz a dull boy.All work and no play makes Nazz a dull boy.All work and no play makes Nazz a dull boy.All work and no play makes Nazz a dull boy.All work and no play makes Nazz a dull boy.All work and no play makes Nazz a dull boy.All work and no play makes Nazz a dull boy.All work and no play makes Nazz a dull boy.All work and no play makes Nazz a dull boy.All work and no play makes Nazz a dull boy.All work and no play makes Nazz a dull boy.

Toonage:

Squirrel Bait - Kid Dynamite

The Raspberries - Go All The Way (Live Germany early 70's)

The Clash - Clampdown (Live Jamaica early 80's)

Bob Dylan & The Band - Open The Door, Homer

Black Flag - Machine

I Just Wanna Give You The Creeps

Creep- Selected definitions:
1- to move slowly with the body close to the ground, as a reptile or an insect, or a person on hands and knees.
2-to approach slowly, imperceptibly, or stealthily personal bias occasionally creeps into the account.
3- to advance or develop gradually so as to infringe on or supplant something else
4- a disturbingly eccentric or obnoxious person.
5-an intelligence or counterintelligence agent; spy.
6- the creeps, a sensation of horror, fear, disgust, etc., suggestive of the feeling induced by something crawling over the skin.
7-make one's flesh creep, to be frightening or repellent; cause one to experience uneasiness.

Now, that's a Punk Rock word!

There are an awful lot of really cool songs about creeps in them. So, what can a poor boy do, 'cept to compile a bunch of em and call it BLEEDIN' OUT'S CREEPY COLLECTION!

Toonage:

Bleedin' Out's Got the Creeps (click here for the whole kit and kaboodle)

starring:

Black Flag - Nervous Breakdown (w/ Creepy Crawl intro)
Brandi Carlile - Creep (Radiohead cover)
Bush Tetras - Too Many Creeps
David Bowie - Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps)
Nirvana - Negative Creep (acoustic)
Radiohead - Creep (live 11-27-03 Earl's Court)
Screeching Weasel - She's Giving Me The Creeps
The Creeps - Down At The Nightclub
Social Distortion - (I Just Wanna Give You) The Creeps
The Damned - Creep (You Can't Fool Me)
The Fall - C.R.E.E.P.
Hellacopters - The Creeps (Social Distortion cover)