If you walked into a Kentucky Fried Chicken in 1977, you'da gotten this record with your bucket o chicken, mashed potatoes n gravy, and large red soda-water. What do you get nowadays? Who the hell knows- I haven't eaten at Kentucky fried chicken in years.
You know what..? I got the day off today, I like fried chicken, there's one right up the street, and its about lunch-time.
Fuck it. I'm going...
Since i like to feature an eclectic mix of different sounds from day to day, i decided i'd feature a record that I, your virtual DJ, was actually a part of. It's been three-plus years of showcasing other peoples records on the old Junk Shop Juke Box- It's high time i shared one of my own. Brace yourselves people- This is punk rock. Loud, fast, horribly produced, and thoroughly obnoxious. Hang around and enjoy all three tracks.
The band was a power-trio. I played guitar. The bassist sang the first and the third songs- and that's yours truly (Me) singing lead vocals on the second: "Spraypaint." I'm still very proud of this performance, even after all these years. Maybe even more so now than i was at the time. I'll never suck this good again.
It ain't Dylan that's for damn sure, but it was my life at the time.
(Wouldn't my momma be proud.)
"Got me a can of red spray paint, i'm not gonna paint my bike
With that can of red spray paint, i'm just gonna vandalize
I'm gonna get fucked up and spray paint all over the church.
Now i got a six pack of cheap beer, gonna drink until i puke
yeah i'm almost outta spray paint what the fuck am i gonna do..
Now i am fucked up and they can see my masterpiece."
Released in the summer of 1995, this record goes back about 18 years now.
Wife Beater had one side of this 45, and our good friends, a band called SORRY EXCUSE, had the flip. We recorded all three songs in a matter of hours on a four-track cassette machine in the bass players basement/studio/party room (which is also where i lived at the time) and released it ourselves. 500 copies. 100 on blue vinyl, and 400 on black. Typical punk rock DIY release. Not that you'd actually want to, but good luck trying to find a copy now. I personally have one of each, and that's it...
It did have a picture sleeve, but i didn't bother to scan it. Like Aerosmith once said: 'Let the music do the talking.' If anyone out there in internet-land really actually needs a copy of the sleeve, let me know and i'll throw it on the scanner for you... Otherwise, just enjoy the noise.
Here's the whole side. Three songs in five minutes.
Punk rock till you puke!
Sorry about the lack of posts as of late, people. Shits been hectic in my reality world. I wish i could just live here in my interweb fantasy world of scratchy old 45s, cat videos, and reruns of 70s detective shows. Unfortunately, a brothers gotta earn a living...
Wah, Wah, Wah...
Anyway- Here's an awesome two sider about a brand new dance that's gonna put all a them old dances to shame. "What?! You're still doing the Mashed Potato?!!- That's so square. We're doing The Whip."
Get with it man.
"Aside from pornography, stalking ex girlfriends, tv commercials from my youth, and new and interesting ways for me to ignore my family- this blog has to be the best thing on the internets." -E.S.U. III
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