And on and on and on…….

This video physically hurt my eyes and I think….I think it raped my brain.

Feel free to chime in with your two cents as I personally am still reeling from this.

I’ve included Pylon‘s "Read a Book" to show how mothafuckin’ square ass Georgia kids communicated the same message in an age before yelling at people to read.

Pylon – Read A Book

After chaperoning Jello Biafra’s Birmingham thrift store record experience for two days, I decided to go out on my own. I found this 45 at the America’s Thrift Store in Roebuck. What stuck out to me was the muted, water-colored embryo on the sleeve. Oddly, the fat little kid granted life in the foreground would most likely be the kind you would want to abort. The music itself is no L’il Markie, but the sentiments are just as sick: “Save me, I don’t want to die in the womb!”

This will be the single I will use against Henry in the new torture tape challenge. One song all day long—no breaks, no escape from the noise of baby savin’. I am so confident in the uncanny annoyingness of this little pro-life gem that I’m already telling him what he is in for. Abortion has never been this fun!

NOTE: The record had a few scuffs at the beginning of the b-side. Sorry about that.

April Lynne – Save Me (a-side)

April Lynne – Save Me (b-side)

Oh man, does the fun ever start?

For anybody that knows about the absolute lunacy of the song-poem, the song "A Blind Man’s Penis" by John Trubee is a true masterpiece. You can read all about the song here, here and here, because (honestly) I really don’t have anything else to add to the heap.

However, I did find this vinyl copy of the single at Wuxtry last week. And only $2? Score! It says on the label that it wasn’t released by Enigma. Anybody know the story behind it?

Post Script: I encoded the dub version as requested in the comments. Hopefully this’ll make its way into some wacky "Blind Man’s Penis" remakes.

John Trubee – Blind Man’s Penis

John Trubee – Blind Man’s Penis (dub version)

I’m gonna start putting up chunks of the panel I was part of at SXSW in the coming weeks. It was a hoot. I hope it comes across…..

To everybody but Scooter Libby, of course. Then again, he’s gained his freedom. Too bad Nixon didn’t live to see what’s going on. Even he’d be embarrassed. I’m fed up….

I’m gonna celebrate the Fourth by letting my lovely wife and equally lovely dog float on a big man-made lake. (fireworks optional)

God bless the Chocoreve blog. There’s a lot of garbage on the site (say, the 24th Australian psych comp you don’t need to hear) but then there’ll be a gem that just grabs me.

This audio clip is Roky Erickson from an International Artists compilation called "Epitaph for a Legend." Roky is certainly off his rocker and his knowledge about the Sex Pistols (certainly in the wake of their Texas visit that same year) is on par with somebody who’d never even heard of them….. fitting, huh?

I don’t know why I thought of posting this now…..it might have to do with the fact that I just got interviewed for a book somebody is writing about Cat Power.

No shit. What’s the world coming to?

Excerpts from Interview With Roky, KSAM 4/1/78

Deerhunter opened two shows for Smashing Pumpkins this past week at the Orange Peel in Ashville. They left after playing only one show. Why? The crew were assholes.

I know. What a shock.

And why could anybody care about a "reunited" Smashing Pumpkins that’s nothing but the drummer and the dude that knocked up Courtney Love? Anybody?