Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Alright, let's fucking do this

Alright dildos and dildettes, here it is, my year end list because I'm bored and have some stuff to say about these. No real surprises, and I should maybe have listened to a few more records and stuff. I only get records that I'm pretty sure I'm going to like, so keep that in mind. Here's my top ten plus bonus materials.

10.) The Hold Steady - Stay Positive


Hipster-approved punk? The best bar-band in America? I don't know really. Those kinds of labels aren't really gonna help with the Hold Steady. They simply create some of the best classic rock infused pop music available. Here they expand their musical pallet a bit with strange instrumentation (I think there's a harpsichord, but I don't know a harpsichord from a lyre anyway), country flares (see "Lord, I'm Discouraged"), and a heavy Hüsker Dü influence ("Constructive Summer"'s title and guitar tones). The lyrical themes have gone from tales of partying, drugs, and holy salvation to the slow process of growing up. There are heavy doses of nostalgia on this record's four sides (or one if you're a douche who still buys CDs [or none if you're a mega-douche who relies on mp3s]) that take form lyrically as opposed to musically. Craig Finn and company are in rare form, and it's still pretty great to drink to.

9.) Dillinger Four - C I V I L W A R



Six years in the making, Minneapolis' reigning punk kings make their triumphant return to wax and ones and zeroes with this one. These guys have never been reinventing the punk rock wheel, and I don't think they ever will, but this time around the Four are at their peak as performers. Paddy and Erik's voices have improved greatly since their early singles (thanks in part to Erik quitting smoking) and it gives the album a certain professional feel that was absent from the earlier recordings. The lyrics here have also made some advances. Hell, one of the songs ("Gainesville") is happy. What the fuck? What more do I really need to say? It's a new record from Dillinger Four.

8.) The Riot Before - Fists Buried in Pockets


This band puts out some of the best folk-infused punk rock out there. Somehow they've been pegged as a folk-punk band which I think is a bit off, but whatever. Brett writes really insightful lyrics of both political and personal natures. The band's lightly distorted folky strumming underneath the decidedly punk vocals are one of the best examples of the currently popular formula. I, admittedly, have not been listening to this record as closely as most of the others on this list, so my wealth of information on it is pretty much spent, but it is most certainly an entertaining punk rock record.

7.) Paint it Black - New Lexicon



You ever been angry? Dan Yemin apparently has, and apparently more so than you, or I, or really anyone since Henry Rollins. Sure there has been angrier music made between Black Flag's demise and this record, but man, that shit ain't half as real as this. This is hardcore at its best: an expression of emotions without phony layers of artifice. It's pounding, bass-heavy rythms drive the thoughtful and very well written lyrics with great emotional intensity. Mr. Yemin rails against religious hypocrisy, hopelessness, and corrupt political figures without delving into the simplistic sloganeering that tends to be par for the course in the punk scene. And then there is the production. Oktopus of Dalek adds noisy, bass heavy instrumental parts between tracks adding yet another menacing level of intensity to this already intense album. This is the Damaged of 21st century hardcore.

6.) Jay Reatard - The Matador Singles



Garage Punk doesn't seem like a genre where musicians can grow artistically, but Jay Reatard found a way to expand the parameters. Expanding on the promise of Blood Visions, Reatard released a series of singles for Matador Records in 2008. They were compiled and released as a full-length in October. The songs have a little less of the punk rock kick of 2006's full length, but that allows the great pop songwriting to start shining through. In fact, some songs on here could probably cross over to a more mass-appeal type audience if not for the subject matter and offensive artist name (see "Ugly Death"). But what's even more surprising is the presence of acoustic based songs. With these Reatard shows just how versatile he is, capturing the listeners attention without shredding licks and heavy distortion. Hell, "You Were Sleeping," is downright beatiful. Look out for a full length from this dude sometime in '09.

5.) Off With Their Heads - From the Bottom


Never has pop-punk been so depressingly great. In this gem, also from Minneapolis, Off With Their Heads rips through twelve stories of one of Minneapolis bands' favorite subjects: glorious loserdom. Songs here run the gambit from being about how lead singer, Ryan Young, represents everything you hate about yourself ("I am You") to the manipulative nature of the American News media ("Terrorist Attack?"). Young's gruff delivery over the band's blend of Dillinger Four with a touch of 77 english punk suits the subject matter beautifully. It's all topped with the touching "Hope you Know," a song the band apparently doesn't like, but it ends the album in much the same fashion that "Jackie Lee" ends the Hospitals EP, a sad story that puts all of the other songs in perspective. As much as a fuck up anyone is capable of being, we can hope to redeem ourselves.

4.) King Khan and The Shrines - The Supreme Genius of King Khan and the Shrines



Okay, so all of this stuff has been available in Europe for a while, but this is the band's American debut I believe. Either way, it's fucking great. King Khan was the bass player for Montreal's infamous Spaceshits and their are certainly similarites to the ragged garage-punk they were thrown out of clubs playing here, but this record has way more soul to it. King Khan is something of a Punk-rock/hipster James Brown with his capes and costumes and funky-ass soul band. The songs are funner than hell, and they make you want to shake your ass so furiously that it can actually be confusing. They lyrics add to the fun, soulful atmosphere, dealing with the typical soul fare of love and sexuality with a humorous twist. The guitar work is often reminiscent of the Beatles and Stones at their most experimental, and the vocals ooze soul. If you want to get up and dance, get this fucking record.

3.) Shorebirds - It's Gonna Get Ugly



Ex-Latterman, Ex-Jawbreaker. Need I say more? Probably. This DIY pop-punk record takes off where Latterman left off. The lyrical themes are certainly much less positive, but that's what happens to you as the world slowly beats you down. Here, instead of singing about scene unity and keeping a positive outlook, Matt Canino sings about urban decay and the lethargy that comes with getting older. But he doesn't glorify them. He's scared by some of these changes. I don't really have a lot of academic stuff to say about this record, it's mostly an emotional response to the thing as a whole. What I can say is that "Upside Down" is one of the best punk-rock love songs I've heard in my life. This record is something of a coming of age record. It's a shame they broke up.

2.) Andrew Jackson Jihad - Only God Can Judge Me



In the past year and a half, this band has shot from a band I never heard of to one of my absolute favorites. This record is their best so far. Sean Bonnette's guitar work has progressed from the simple three or four chord patterns of the early records to a bit more intricate progressions. And this record is more dynamic than previous outings. While the furious folky songs on Candy Cigarettes and Capguns were great, here they have added slower, balladic numbers. And with the musical change came a lyrical change. Prior to this, AJJ had written their share of serious songs, but there was a guarded level of humor to them. Here, on songs like "Human Kittens," "Candle in the Wind: Ben's Song" and "Guilt: the Song" the band lets its inner emotions out without hiding it in funny word play. Here they have made the full cycle to an almost Replacements-like combination of funny songs and serious songs, and they do so with only acoustic guitar and stand-up bass.

1.) The Gaslight Anthem - The '59 Sound



Like you didn't know this already. I think I've written extensively on this. Right time, right place. These songs are all about escape, and heartbreak, and hoping for more. The boys in Gaslight Anthem have done here what Springsteen did with Born to Run. They have written aabout huge themes and matched it with a huge album. This is guitar-based white-boy soul, and it still brings tears to my eyes every time I listen to it. Brian Fallon's Springsteen after a Jawbreaker bender swoon deliver these adolescent stories of escape and broken hearts maybe even better than the boss could have. I don't know, I wasn't born in 1975, but this record more than makes up for that. These guys are getting tons of press from this record, and they deserve every bit of it. Not only is this my record of the year, but it's still in serious contention for my favorite record ever. Let's hope they keep this up just like the Boss did.

Now that that's done, some stuff that should get mentioned, but won't get a paragraph.

Banner Pilot - Resignation Day

Gnarls Barkley - Odd Couple

The Loved Ones - Build and Burn

And here are a few records that surprised me a lot, but weren't making my list.

Alkaline Trio - Agony and Irony

Less Than Jake - GNV FLA

Best Show:

Hot Water Music, the Lawrence Arms, and Static Radio NJ January 25, 2008 at the Starland Ballroom in Sayreville, NJ. This was the reunion show for the North East. All three bands killed it.

Best Single Set:

The Gaslight Anthem, August 16, 2008 (day before my birthday!) The Knitting Factory, NY. The record release show. I fucking love this band.

Most anticpated release of 2009:

Right now, either Bruce's new record or Black Lips' new record. But the Lawrence Arms apparently have something down the pipeline, and Propagandhi is always pretty great. It remains to be seen I guess.

That's all.

Happy whatever Holiday.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Just Checking in and Griping About Stuff

So I'm still alive in case you folks were worried.

Fuck the MBTA still. It still sucks.

Fuck Peter Pan / Greyhound buslines.

Fuck holiday traffic.

Six or Seven is doing pretty good, keep checking up with that.

I probably need a new computer. Doesn't that fucking suck?

My pants are a little bit snugger than they were earlier this fall. That's what saying "Fuck it, it's too cold to run" will do to you.

I'm back on Long Island momentarily.

Have a good holiday, whatever fruity holiday that may be.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Saturday, December 6, 2008

An Open Letter to That Guy who was Being a Douche at Shaw's

This is probably my angriest entry. That's saying a lot huh?

Dear Douchebag,

I get it. You're shopping. It sucks. And more than that, you're shopping in a particularly crowded store on a particularly busy day. I'd be pissed too. But when I'm pissed, I write a passive aggressive blog about it, and don't let years of suppressed racism come out.

I wouldn't have been too upset (maybe just a little weirded out) if your dickishness had stopped at asking me "Are you going to stamp me?" when I walked by you with the price gun and said "excuse me." But then a manager made an announcement. Yes, that manager had an accent. Did you have to mutter fake spanish gibberish in a mocking tone? I mean, Christ, the message wasn't for you. You didn't have to understand it. But even that was understandable. Here's where you crossed the line from "pretty big dildo" to "biggest dildo I have yet to deal with at Shaw's." Someone walked by you. I bet she said "excuse me" but even if she didn't, a normal person lets that slide. But not you. "Do you even say excuse me?" you asked. "Yes," the woman replied with a slight accent. This added a new level to your behavior because your tone screamed "does your kind even say excuse me."

So, rich white guy shopping at Shaw's, get fucked. Get fucked and die. I know you don't read this blog, but by publishing it, I put it out into the collective unconcious, and hopefully you will get the message. I hope only the worst things for you, you fetid piece of human trash. Fuck you!

Friday, December 5, 2008

I hate to rag on this one again, but


Fuck the MBTA. Jesus Christ! A less efficient thing couldn't POSSIBLY exist. It should not take me an hour from leaving my apartment to get to Emerson College. I also shouldn't have to wait 20+ minutes for a T train EVER. It's really such a great fucking scam they've got because there is no reasonable alternative. Boston is most certainly not a driving town, and I certainly am not walking into the downtown area from Brighton. So how do I make a stand against the MBTA and show my displeasure with Boston's public transit? I've decided to launch a campaign of disrespect against Daniel Grabauskas, General Manager of the MBTA. If my readers see pictures of him, deface those pictures. If his name appears on anything you see, make sure to indicate that he sucks. But above all, if you see him in person, make him feel small and useless.

Monday, December 1, 2008

6 or 7 Popes

So, after months of hard work on the parts of the entire You and What team, 6 or 7 Popes is finally up and running. I command any reader who hasn't already to check it out tout suite! I've put a lot into this, and I'm insanely proud with how it turned out.

http://www.6or7popes.com

Saturday, November 29, 2008

All My Sons


The words wretched abortion of a catastrophe get thrown around a lot these days, and I think they've lost their collective meaning just a touch. But I feel these words perfectly describe the horrors I saw on the stage today.

Arthur Miller, perhaps America's greatest playwright, wrote All My Sons as a scathing indictment of war profiteering and the corruption of American capitalism. The play begs the viewer to acknowledge his/her responsibility for the universe outside him/herself and his/her family. It's by no means a subtle play, but it most certainly powerful.

And this is what confounds me about the production (or more appropriately, massacre) that I witnessed. The play isn't subtle. Its meaning is made crystal clear by the end of the third act. Yet, the director of this production, a one, Simon McBurney, decided to add a few bells and whistles to really grab the dumbass audience's attention.

For starters, everyone was yelling. John Lithgow (Joseph Keller) shouted every single line he had. Many of the cast-members did the same. And on top of the shouting, much of the acting was bad. Take, for example, the Broadway debut of Katie Holmes (Ann Deever). Holy SHIT! I've seen High School actresses perform with more confidence than she did. She didn't know what to do with her hands half the time. And her delivery seemed to say "I don't know what the fuck this play is about." Patrick Wilson (Chris Keller) sucked in a similar manner, but he isn't pretty or married to Tom Cruise, so who cares? The only redeeming acting performance was Diane Wiest (Kate Keller), but man, the fucking shouting.

Then there's the blocking. No single character's movement makes any sense to me. They all just circle around each other incessantly, and walk from one side of the yard to the other with no apparent motivation to do so. Yes, Miller wrote a relatively static play physically. But guess what, this play is about the words! GOD!

Oh! and the fucking projections. What was with the fucking projections? They projected shit onto the back of the stage during the characters' monologues about the war. The words are doing everything. There is no need for the visual accompaniment. Yet we see images of planes and war and shit. And then they throw sound into it. Too much happens during these monologues which are about ONE PERSON SPEAKING! That's why they're monologues. Christ!

I can't even get into the shit about the ending because it will ruin it for you, but man, McBurney fucked the ending really bad. SO fucking bad.

Anyway, fuck Simon McBurney.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

D'oh

I just saw that there is an entry at Urban dictionary for dildonic. Fucking dildos.

Dildo

I'm creating a new word: dildonic.

dil DON ic - adj. - of or relating to dildos.

Kevin Bright is hella dildonic, all creating friends and being a sexist dildo and shit.

Larry was being wicked dildonic at Shaw's on Saturday; he did not wage peace.

I'm like Shakespeare or something.

Seriously, Kevin Bright is a dildo and so is Larry from work.

Actually, to be fair to dildos everywhere, Kevin Bright is way worse than a dildo. There actually isn't any word hateful enough to be what Kevin Bright is. Fuck that guy, and fuck friends.

Larry though, he's just a dildo.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Thursday, November 13, 2008

MBTA again

Okay, before we get into this, I want to point out that I have no general problem with the people who work for the MBTA, I just HATE the company they work for.

Today as I went to take the T back from Boylston St. I decided I wanted to get lunch first. That seems reasonable, and I have a monthly pass, so it doesn't cost me anything to go in and out quickly. When I came back with My burrito the card didn't work. I alerted the dude working at the station that I had a monthly pass, but that the T pass reading thing kept saying that the card didn't have sufficient funds. Total bullshit. He informed me that there was a 20 minute time thing between uses. I commented that that was ridiculous (which it is, it's absolutely fucking ridiculous.) He opened the gate for me, and I thanked him. He then said, "You're welcome." Fine, that seems perfectly friendly. As I walked past him he shouted "You're welcome" in that "hey douchebag, you didn't say 'thank you'" way that douchebags do. I replied by saying, VERY ANGRILY that I had already told him "Thank You."

So, T guy, if you read this, fuck you! I take back my thank you. Don't think that just because you work for the company that proves man's infinite weakness that you have the right to be a dick to me. I'm sorry that in the very near future your job will be in jeopardy due to the fact that the MBTA is a fucking blackhole for money, and I'm sorry that you work for a company that sucks so hard that no one pays you a modicum of respect, but Jesus Christ! don't be a dick to me.

I'm not going to let the shittiness of this one guy and the company works for tarnish the view I have of other MBTA workers, but MBTA workers, let him serve as a lesson. Don't be a dick.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Are you fucking serious?

I saw a tourist take a picture of a pigeon today.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

I don't want to get y'all motherfuckers too wound up, but...

6or7popes.com is up.

Check that shit out and get ready for December 1st.

http://6or7popes.com

Monday, November 3, 2008

Please Don't Vote for John McCain


Please don't vote for John McCain. PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! Essentially you are making this woman president in the near future if you do so. She's crazy! She's absolutely fucking crazy. Also, even if John McCain doesn't die (not likely), he'll have free reign when the next batch of Supreme Court Justices GTFO. Say good by to Roe Vs. Wade. I don't even care if you vote for Obama or not anymore. But don't vote for John McCain! Is Jeremiah Wright the problem? Because he wasn't wrong and Pat Robertson and Jerry Falwell are far worse people. Are policies the problem? If so, you aren't thinking about them right and I can't change that. Just trust me on the fact that you are wrong. Is race the problem? If so, go kill yourself because if you see things in terms of race you are too stupid to vote, and if you think "race" (which is a societal thing, not a biological thing) makes a man a good or bad leader, you are too stupid to LIVE. So, tomorrow, vote, please, it makes democracy more efficient. But don't vote for McCain.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

MAN!

Fucking...Frank Navetta died. He played guitar on Milo Goes to College! That album is easily in the top ten punk albums, and Mr. Navetta wrote some of my favorite songs on it. Fuck you, mortality!

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Some Observations on People who Support John McCain


So, and granted this is not really based on a whole lot except watching TV and such, I have noticed something about McCain voters that has led me to believe that they are actually stupid and that I haven't just been an elitist liberal prick for thinking so. Okay, ignore the fact that they are more actively trying to divide America into the "real" America and the "not real, pussy-ass commie" America, and that a good percentage of the people speaking for McCain voters in the media think Obama is a Muslim. The real thing that I have heard people say is that Obama will take America in a direction it's never gone. Fucking...seriously? That's a problem?

Listen up. The American economy is on the verge of collapse. People will start losing their jobs and then they can't spend money and then there is no demand for anything and more people will lose jobs. This is what will happen if we don't DRASTICALLY change the way we operate, we're FUCKED! I am at the point now where I really think that people supporting McCain are woefully ignorant.

If McCain wins, we don't deserve democracy because we are obviously not making the effort to be informed. America needs the drastic change that McCain supporters seem to fear. I'm done with respectful disagreement. YOU are the anti-"American" if you support McCain. You are supporting a candidate whose policy will allow America to collapse. You are the naive ones.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

New Comic

I fucking hate the MBTA.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Yo dawgs!

So, here in the land of the Jazzebration there has been a lot going on. The comedy troupe of which I am a member is working with a guy who created a show that was real popular, let's just call it... Amigos. That dude is a bag of undisclosable contents (he probably reads stuff like this, he's a self-important twat) and I am really beginning to hope for the worst for him. Your humble blogger also has a job now (duh.) It isn't really bad at all, but for some reason I get all anxious and shit just thinking about it. I think having jobs in High School with bosses who got off on being absolute pricks to people a third their age got to me a little bit. I seriously don't want to go to work. Also, 32 hours is FAR TOO MANY HOURS for a FULL TIME STUDENT to work. Anyway, I'm all anxiety-ridden and still kind of realing from a certain trip to a certain midwestern city. Whatever. Not all of this needs to be made public. Expect a new webcomic on Sunday. It's all written and sketched by hand, I just need to do it in paint. Anyway, I am going to anxiety-ify until I fall asleep.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Work

Is it bad that I actually fear the idea of going to work tomorrow? Man, fuck working so hard. Everyone who reads this should start giving me money. Email me and we can work out a payment plan.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

The Funniest Fucking Thing Ever


So today, as I was walking through the Public Gardens, I saw the funniest thing ever. A girl who was no older than 6 seemed to be feeding a squirrel. Upon closer examination, she was not holding food in her hand, but a rolled up dollar bill.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Work can suck my DICK!

You know it's funny. I need money, like, a lot of it. Paying for an apartment is a lot more expensive than I had originally realized, and so is eating. But all that considered, I hate the idea that I have work today. Like, HATE it. I think we should petition whoever controls this type of shit to make sure that I have exactly enough money to get everything I want and need. I'd get on that, but I have to work.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

The MBTA Part One


This is part of a multiple part series.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

The Party Part Deux

I need a title for this thing.

Comic part 2


So the feedback I got from yesterday(today?)'s experiment was positive. Here's the second one. The next few will take place at the same party.

Monday, October 6, 2008

My first attempt at my own webcomic

I've been reading mad web comics lately, and am currently on the writing team for one that will start running on this here series of tubes later this year. What you see before you is me trying to do my own. It was drawn in paint.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

I Yam What I Yam


Popeye the sailor man has a nephew named poopeye. I find this fact endlessly hilarious.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

6 or 7 Popes


What am I talking about?

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Boner Pills


So, I watch a lot of TV. And a lot of that watching is done late at night. This time is, of course, the best time for peddlers of the less than desirable products that an economy as ridiculously ridiculous as ours advertise.

That leads me to this:

Boner pills. Why don't they just own up? And I'm not talking about the ED pills. I'm talking about shit like ExtenZE. They sort of dance around the fact that they're dick biggeners. "It'll make that special part of a man's body bigger." Can you guys just say you'll make my dick bigger? "ExtenZE: get your dick biggened with our dick biggening pills." I'm not going to buy your product, and your honesty won't change that, but at least I won't feel like you're talking down to me. Fucking christ.

Also of note: those pills stop when you stop using them. Your dick goes back to being puny and ineffectual if you don't take them forever. So don't get fooled.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

The Office is Back!


The Office is back tonight! I can finally feed my (potentially unhealthy) crush on Jenna Fischer without having to watch pretty bad movies! Yay!

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

PeTA and the whole Crazy Vego Thing.

Wow, so like, seriously PETA, what's going on? I'm on board with the whole "not killing to eat" thing. You're right on with that. Killing animals isn't necessary to our nutrition, so why do it? I agree, and as a result, I don't eat meat. Veganism is something I've considered. It's a big commitment though, so we'll see where life takes me.

But this isn't about me. This is about you. I've had some troubles with you in the past. You guys have worked with Playboy before. Playboy has actively commodified the female body since its inception. Can't we all agree that that's a bad thing? I'm all about stopping animal cruelty, but at the expense of the female body?

Oh, and then the AIDS thing. This one is rich folks. The Vice-President of PeTA has issued a statement saying that they would rather live in a world without a cure for AIDS than have animals mistreated. Okay, I disagree with that statement, but I see what the dude was saying. He went on to cram the foot hovering near the opening in his face far down his veggie-fed gullet. The dude said something along the lines of "AIDS is a disease that can be prevented, so why cure it?" Okay, I'm simplifying, but really, that crosses a line that you shouldn't have crossed dude.

And now there's this gem. Okay, I get it, you want humans to feel the pain that we inpart on animals. But seriously guys, the rest of the world thinks you're a bunch of dicks. And you know what, I tend to agree.

Holy Shit Tits!

Clay Aiken is gay! Who would've thunk? Next Question: Why is that news?

Think about it.

If you were surprised, you are stupid. If you care, you are stupid.

Good Day.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

I usually hate commercials but....


This is so great. I fully support Miller for the rest of eternity.


Wednesday, September 17, 2008

The Economy


Hey, banking industry! What the fuck guys? Seriously? What the fuck is going on? You guys want capitalism to work? Then stop being so FUCKING stupid about it! For christ's sake, you don't get to beg for deregulation than get bailed out by the government.

And hey, government! Don't even pretend that you aren't in bed with the corporations when you dudes talk about personal responsibility while giving major banks HUGE reach-arounds. Holy shit! This is such garbage.

The economy is on the brink of collapse because of all you guys' irresponsibility. And what's worse, is that you're existence hinges on our collective irresponsibility. We have created an economy that needs debt in order to feed itself. It was only a matter of time, now wasn't it.

Fuck you guys! I'd say you can all wither and die, but then all of our money disappears, so just fuck you. Fucking pricks.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

An Open Letter to Ms. Sarah Palin



Dear Sarah,

Hey, how's it going. You don't know me, but I know you. We all do. Everything you say is being made public right now. You realize that right? I ask because, well, you behave like we don't see somethings that you do. Do you understand what we all think when you refuse to cooperate with the investigation? We think you're guilty. Anyone with any sense of reason thinks that. You look petty, and desperate. It's almost a turnoff, but don't worry, most of us would still TOTALLY do you.

Oh, and that's another thing. You're attractive. Everyone thinks so, and we all know you know it. So you and your cronies can stop being all "Barack is a sexist." But I've covered this. Let's move on.

You know how you don't really talk to the media? That makes us think you aren't really ready to handle their questions. And do you know what we think if we don't think you're ready for the media? We don't think you're ready to be President, which you could very well be.

Also, war with Russia? Are you fucking serious? There's NO way we can do that. You realize that right? I mean you support the war in Iraq which is already drawing resources away from the hunt for Osama Bin Laden, so what do you think is going to happen when we start a new cold war? Or...do you want a new cold war?

Do you really miss the fifties that bad? You want to make all families the Cleevers, I guess. And on top of that you want us afraid of the Russkies again.

Whatever though. Here's a picture for you!



I hope you like it!

Sincerely,

John Dugan Barrett

Friday, September 12, 2008

Bruce Springsteen

This guy rules so much.

Like, so much.

Like, sometimes I don't even believe it.

I have been listening to Darkness on the Edge of Town almost nonstop this week. Any readers who don't have it, get it now.

That's really all I have to say.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Hole in the Wall


God damn it America. I love the shit out of this show. It's the shitty American Version of an old Japanese show, so you know it's stupid as balls. The premise is pretty simple, and so, so, so, so dumb. Two teams (one usually fat, and one usually skinny) compete to see who can get through the most cutouts in a moving wall. If a team doesn't make it through, they are knocked into a pool. What? you may ask. Good question. I don't know. Brooke Burns is the girl on the court, talking with the participants. And this is the best part, she knows how stupid this is. The whole time she just smiles apparently thinking "This is more stupid than I look...and I look stupid." And this is why America is so great. Man, everyone should watch this show, because it totally rules and it represents why the rest of the world fails to understand us. I also find Brooke Burns incredibly attractive.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

John McCain is a pedophile

Yes, I said it. And I meant it. There is no other reasonable explanation for his response to Obama's "Kindergarten Sex-ed" stuff.

The McCain camp launched this ad in response to America's next President's stance.

So here's the real deal. Obama supports a community-based sexual education program for young children to help them avoid falling prey to pedophiles. So it stands to reason that the only pedophiles would be against it.

Therefore, McCain must be a pedophile.

Sexism and shit

Hey! Assholes! One of the Presidential candidates is a sexist, and one is not. One of them got home from the Vietnam war and saw that his wife had gained weight, and divorced her. One of them does not support a woman's right to choose. And one picked a woman as a VP to condescendingly pander to the women who felt left out when Clinton did not get the Democratic nomination. At the bottom of this page is a subtle hint as to which one of the Presidential candidates is, in fact, a sexist, and he is not the one being accused of it in the media for some reason.

Pigs and such

Would you call this woman a pig?

No, and neither would Senator Obama. She is attractive for her age, and certainly no pig. She may be unqualified, homophobic, anti-science, anti-choice, and an incredibly dangerous threat to American Freedom, but a pig, No!

Crazy-talk.

Monday, September 8, 2008

Let's talk politics


So I registered to vote in Boston today. I think this election is very important, and I have some things I want to say about it. They have probably been said before and will probably be said again, but here it goes.

John McCain: This man seemed to be the right kind of guy in 2000, but then he fathered an illegitimate black baby, and America's finest C student got the presidency through more fraud than an episode of Chriss Angel: Mindfreak. Now he's a rank and file Republican who supports a fraudulent and outright evil war against a country that never really had all that much against us. He's a man that spent five years in a North Vietnamese prison camp, yet he is supports the current (illegal and inhumane) interrogation tactics in American prisons. The son of a bitch (and he is one) voted with President Bush 90% of the time. President Bush will, without a doubt in my mind, go down as the worst president in U.S. history. This "maverick" has agreed with 90% of some of the worst decisions ever made by a U.S. executive. He is also 72 years old, and has had cancer 5 times.

Which leads us to...

Sarah Palin: She looks like a hot librarian. Cool. But she also does not support a woman's right to choose. Not only that, but she doesn't support a woman's right to choose whether or not to have a baby that is the product of rape or incest. That's INSANE! But plenty of republicans have similar views. Okay, how about her support of abstinence only education? It may not be fair to pull a candidate's family into the political discussion, but Palins daughter is pregnant (for at least the first time) and that pregnancy is ultimately a direct result of the failure of abstinence only sexual education. Her life will be ruined by this, yet people find it heroic. Then there's her stance on gay rights. The Anchorage Daily News published the following about her,

"Palin said she's not out to judge anyone and has good friends who are gay, but that she supported the 1998 constitutional amendment [defining marriage as between a man and a woman].

"Elected officials can't defy the court when it comes to how rights are applied, she said, but she would support a ballot question that would deny benefits to homosexual couples.

"'I believe that honoring the family structure is that important,' Palin said.

She said she doesn't know if people choose to be gay."

Of course, she too is considered a maverick. She voted against the "Bridge to Nowhere," after, you know, voting for it first. She also has just a little bit more experience than I do with politics. This woman scares the shit out of me. She is a threat to a lot of what I believe.

Barack Obama: Barack Obama voted against the Iraq War. That should sell everyone on his candidacy. He helped to get the anti-nuclear proliferation bill in the Senate. Unlike his opponent he supports a woman's right to choose and stem cell research. He also supports informing people about pregnancy prevention. He is (like most politicians) not strong enough on Gay Marriage, but we all have to pick our battles I suppose.

Joe Biden: The one thing I've noticed about Joe Biden that gives him my full support is that he supports ending the powder-crack sentencing disparity. But Obama isn't an old cancer-patient, so knowing Biden's background might be a little less important than knowing Palin's. I hope I didn't just jinx this.

So now you know where I stand. Please vote accordingly.

An Ode to the Green Line


The MBTA's Green Line subway line can feast on my balls. Seriously. Eat my balls Green Line. Fuck You!

I hate the Green Line so unbelievably fucking much it isn't even funny. Given the choice between watching as the Green Line is given life than has it slowly taken away or getting my dick blown by the most beautiful women in the world while the Gaslight Anthem plays "Casanova, Baby!" for all eternity, I'd probably choose the former.

If time-travel were possible and the Green Line had a mother, I would go back in time and abort the Green Line in the third trimester then spit in the mother's face for producing such a useless piece of garbage offspring.

So Green Line, watch your back. Because I'm back there with as painful of an instrument of death as there is, and I am willing to use it with excessive force. And guard your children, because I have paid people to kidnap them.

In closing, suck my dick.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Kiss the Bottle


I feel this is an important discussion to have. Some of my less-informed brethren believe that there is a better version of this song than the original. He's wrong, and I am offering as many versions of it as I can. You decide which is better. There is a correct answer, and a not terribly offensively incorrect answer. Anything else should get you killed.





Saturday, September 6, 2008

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


The Ergs Broke up. Man, fuck that! I got to see these guys on that awesome Loved Ones tour this year. They are easily one of the most talented and fun pop-punk bands on the planet, and their two full lengths and the one split that I own rule a lot. Boo this. Boo it a lot.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Brighton Bound


Thank God. Peace out (sch)Long Island.

Friday, August 29, 2008

Fillings and Shit


God fucking damn it! Today I had to get some fillings because my teeth are weak (or bad oral hygiene, but my oral hygiene is average at worst). Anyway, it took four syringes of Novocaine before the dentist was convinced that my mouth was fine. The result was drool all over my face, me speaking like someone with an extra Y-chromosome, and BLINDING FUCKING PAIN when the dentist put the drill in my tooth.

The pain was really intense. But the dentist said that it was partly mental. It wasn't. I'm something of a man of science, a scienced-ologist if you will, so I don't really believe in physical pain being mental. The pain was from the drill screeching into my tooth nerve. But her saying that got me thinking, maybe it wasn't the pain that made me want to kill everyone around me today. Maybe it's the searing boredom. Long Island offers me very little these days, and I just can't wait to be gone.

You know what, that's probably the SEARING PAIN talking.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

RIP Steve Foley

I don't know how regularly I'll publish things like this, but I think this is an important guy to talk about.

Steve Foley passed away this weekend in Minneapolis.

Foley was the drummer for the Replacements after original drummer Chris Mars quit the band. His tenure with the band was brief, and produced no recorded output, but he was undeniably a part of one of the most important bands in modern rock history.

I'd imagine that most readers of this blog are already fairly familiar with the Replacements, but in the event that you aren't, get yourself familiar with them. Pretty much every band I listen to post-1984 owes a debt to the 'Mats.

Rest in peace Mr. Foley.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Janice Dickinson: What an Awful Thing for Everything


I may not be everyone's image of a feminist, but I like to think of myself as part of the solution when it comes to sexuality equality. Yeah, a bearded dude with a gut is one of many faces of feminism. Deal with that sexists! Anyway, two years at Emerson College has had one major impact on me, and that is that I view pretty much everything from the feminist stand point (in that I analyze most media in terms of sex and gender.)

This brings me to my next diatribe. What the fuck is the Oxygen Network (a network that, if I am not mistaken, is specifically geared towards women[which is a whole other sexual issue]) doing with The Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency?

For those who are not as well-informed in the area of former stars sucking the last drops of fame juice from the fame tree as I am, Janice Dickinson was "The World's first super model." She as abused as a Child, and instead of rising above it, she went headlong into the world of fame; promiscuous, unprotected sex with multiple partners; and cocaine (I'm not sure on this, but we can assume it's true). She got herself knocked up, and had just assumed the father was Sylvester Stallone, but was proven wrong by a paternity test. But all of this is really just personal garbage that really isn't of any import to me or my women's equality.

What is important, is that she was a model. At some point in her life she realized that looks was where she had it. Okay, part of how this world works is getting paid for your assets, that is true for both men and women. No harm, no foul. But as a supermodel, she is at least partly responsible for the world we live in now where women (and to a lesser extent men) are forced to compare themselves on a daily basis to the most fantastic looking of their kind. At best, that shows a lack of real understanding of the impact of her decisions, at worst, she doesn't care (she probably doesn't care).

And then, there's her current face. The woman is pushing 60 years old and obviously fears it. Her lips are clearly enhanced, as are her breasts and most of the rest of her. Her face is expressionless and taut like a sail caught in a draft or some such thing, and she behaves like a prima donna. Her image and behavior resist the natural aging process, telling us that beauty is a trait more desirable than any other.

Is it fair of me to pick on one woman, perhaps not. Many women are guilty of similar behavior, but none of them have a TV show, which leads me to the next half of this screed.

Modeling is an industry that commodifies beauty, then uses beauty (which you either have or not) to convince other people to try and become more beautiful. It's a money thing, you're all smart enough to know it. The participants are reduced to hunks of beauty, and there is no doubt that this has a more serious (and dangerous) impact on women.

So why does Oxygen give this woman a platform to relay this message? This doubtlessly sets back any chance at sexual equality. Sure, there are male models involved, but that might just point to the fact that the idea of modeling should be reconsidered in its entirety. Anyway, Janice Dickinson's modeling agency seems anti-feminist. That and looking at that face makes me punchy.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Man, Fuck the Medical Industry


It's time for us to call out the world's biggest failures. The Medical industry has sat on their fat, impotent asses trying to make them thin and virile for far too long. People suffer every day, but fifty + year old men can get boners. That's totally fair.

But what makes their apparent priority issue worse is the overwhelming amount a fluid currently trying to work its way out of me. I'm only human, and therefore can only prevent these fluids from seeping out of two, maybe three orifices at a time.

And why must I suffer so? Because some dude's boner is more important than my cold. Whatever.

The common cold has plagued mankind for millenia, and these fuckers have let it slip by uncured. And why? Because the money's in the treatment! Don't give me your "The Common cold is a constantly shifting virus that never occurs the same way twice" because you're just part of the conspiracy to keep my head foggy and hurty. I recommend that all readers refuse to pay their copays, and steal any necessary medication (from dumpsters if neccessary) until the cure for the common cold is discovered. Refuse doctor's care if possible, because they must be held responsible.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Guess what this one's about


So the new Gaslight record is blowing up, and I'm a huge fanboy. They signed my CD and remembered me from the Cambridge show. Sweet

Anyway, I just want to throw this idea out there, and let people comment if they wish. Someone in an itunes review of the '59 Sound said that Gaslight is definitely not the next Clash, but are definitely the next Replacements.

I ask this: Who's to say that the Clash are better than the Replacements? I don't believe that. I'll take ANY replacements record over the best Clash records, and I'll take Gaslight over them both. But why do we hold these bands up so high? Why is it so offensive to call a band the new Clash? Isn't that what punk rock was against? Thoughts?

Monday, August 18, 2008

The '59 Sound


So yesterday, or possibly at this point two days ago, I posted that video of that nut-grabbingly amazing band, the Gaslight Anthem. Those dudes have a new record out that means more to me than words can really describe right now, but man am I gonna try.

For all my love of this band, it took a while for them to grow on me. I first remember hearing the songs from Sink or Swim streaming on their myspace page. They were all right, but a little too "throwback" for my tastes. Then there were rumors that the boys from New Brunswick were going to be opening for Hot Water Music at the New Jersey reunion show. That was a crock of shit, but I used it as an excuse to actively try and get into them. That attempt worked. After weeks of listening to the full album stream on Punknews.org, I decided that the record in question was definitely going to force me to redo my end of '07 albums list.

Then I saw them open for the Loved Ones. Essentially they were all over me because I was ballsy enough to wear a Giants hat to a concert in Boston a few weeks after the Superbowl. They had my undying fandom after that.

The Senor and the Queen came out in March, and as far as I'm concerned the songs beat the songs on Sink or Swim.

And so here we are. For the first time in my memory, I was there at a relatively early point in a band's development. They had a new record coming out, and they were going to be playing a couple of shows around my neck of the woods around its release.

The record leaked back in June, and like bazillions of others, I downloaded it illegally and was blown away immediately. By the chorus of the opening number, "Great Expectations", I had tears welling up in my eyes. The album struck a very poignant emotional chord. The music set a somber tone. Vocalist Brian Fallon's delivery was anthemic and beautiful and perfectly carried the emotional weight of the songs. The record warranted multiple purchases. To date I've purchased the record four times, and I will buy any further pressings on vinyl.

After four listens, I deleted the mp3s. I didn't want to ruin the record for myself. I waited until seeing them live to hear these songs again.

At the show, the songs had the same effect as on the record. I spent much of the show wiping tears from my eyes (which some people saw fit to make fun of me for, asshats). I picked up my black vinyl copy of the LP.

Since the show, I have listened to the record a great deal, and have started to figure out what it is about it that makes it mean so much to me. Brian Fallon writes songs about heartbreak and dreaming of something better. Gaslight's songs aren't self-righteous political screeds set to overly simplistic chord progressions. They aren't clichéd hate letters to the women who've done wrong. They are honest expressions of something that I know I have trouble expressing, but somehow this guy from Jersey can do it for me.

Never before has a record expressed something that, for me, is inexpressible. The songs on The '59 Sound force the emotions stuck inside of me out, and that is why, more than any record before, this record hasn't left my turntable for any extended period.

I strongly recommend that anyone who reads this get this if they haven't already. I doubt too many of you haven't unless more people are turned to this from not punknews than I think.

Well, that was self-indulgent of me, but I had to write this.

Oh, and the record comes out today.


EDIT: Guess who got coverage in the New York Times!

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Friday, August 15, 2008

Escape the Fate


So the dude from Escape the Fate got arrested for letting someone die (oversimplification? Probably not). Anyway, the waste of sperm has been blogging from prison, and it is the funniest fucking thing ever. I am posting it here along with some other junk to show the ridiculousness of this man and his band to my extensive readership.

Radke's myspace



Please, watch this. It's horrendo.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Some Punknews Haikus

So on August the 12th in the year of our lord 2008, Punknews' favorite son, MattRamone, challenged yours truly to a haiku-off. I accepted. Here are the results as best I could find them on the website. Thank you to all contributers. The word document I copied them into was 15 pages long.

MattRamone

Flailing white pre teens
I hope their plugs get ripped out
Make them cry for real

Scientistrock

Death by Senses Fail
Hell's fire could not be worse.
I hope death is swift.

MattRamone

I will greet you sir
On the haiku battlefield
I'll bring Capri Sun

Scientistrock

The gauntlet is thrown.
Prepare for my victory.
Epic fail is yours.

MattRamone

Before the day ends
You will shed tears like Pete Wentz
Call the wahmbulance

Scientistrock

And so it begins.
Are you ready for this, Matt?
Triumph will be mine.

MattRamone

When Ronnie Radke
Is in the prison shower
Won't fail to drop soap

Scientistrock

Max Bemis is Stoked
Whenever we mention him.
Too bad he's a fag.

MattRamone

When news is posted
I look for where someone exclaims
"GASLIGHT ANTHEM LEAKED!!!!"

Scientistrock

Brain Fallon's dick
Like sugar fresh from the cane.
He makes me confused.

MattRamone

We're all gay for him
Looks like we'll have to settle
For twin Thus_Spoke_Sean

Scientistrock

Sleeve-tats to knuckles
Bring me to the Middle East
Where they made me gay.

MattRamone

Onto other news
Saul William's an asshole
Enjoy your Nike's

Scientistrock

Metro Staion is
The worst thing to ever be.
And that includes aids.

MattRamone

Hawthorne Heights O.D.
Not really all that tragic
One down, four to go

Scientistrock

Victory Records
Is Satan's dick of music.
May they all die soon.

MattRamone

Attention AP
13 year old girls are not
The most critical fans

Scientistrock

Hot Water Music
Reunited and AP
Gave some douche the front.

MattRamone

I listen to them
Pretty much exclusively
I'm slow, old, and strange

Scientistrock

Saw them and some dudes
From some shitty band from the
Windiest of towns.

MattRamone

Speaking of feelings
Brought on by men with sleeve tats
I woudl touch Brendan

Scientistrock

His dick is smaller
Than Chris's (some interview).
Not proud to know that.

MattRamone

New Hopeless bands, though...
I want to stab their eyeballs
With a cigarette

Scientistrock

Yeah, what the hell, man?
Versus God! Fucking...Come on!
"Let's scream or something."

MattRamone

It's appropriate
At their nadir they sign a
Band called All Time Low

Scientistrock

No Idea will
Someday sign a shitty band,
And our world will end.

MattRamone

I hope on that day
I will be found sitting
Six feet underground

Scientistrock

Or at least buried
In empty cans, blue ribbons
Upon them, crying.

MattRamone

When some emo teen
Posts "no idea r00lz u gais!"
I will kill myself

Scientistrock

No Idea Records
Signs "Blood bleeds like bloody blood."
Bullets enter me.

MattRamone

"Red Scare Morphs Into
A Straight Edge Hardcore Label"
I bleed in the tub

Scientistrock

"Asian Man Records
Moves out of Mike Park's garage."
The world really ends.

MattRamone

Virgil announces
That vinyl's a dead format
Life's not worth it now

Scientistrock

Don't even say that.
I'd rather be dead than live
In that kind of world.

MattRamone

Punk seven inches
Are what make the world go 'round
CD EPs blow

Scientistrock

What is the point of
A CDEP? There is
So much waste right there.

MattRamone

It's like restaurants
That use huge plates for small food
Fuck, what's the point, man?

Scientistrock

No colored CDs.
Man, that shit's fucking boring.
Give me red splatter!

MattRamone

The new Fake Problems
Splatter seven inch record
Is hot like org girls

Scientistrock

The cutest org girl
Couldn't beat the beauty of
My Larries' LPs.

MattRamone

I have Apathy
On clear green. I paid eight bucks.
Suck it, record nerds.

Archangel

Just how did I miss
a PunkNews haiku contest?
How do I get in?

MattRamone

Scientistrock might
Call a new one tomorrow
Step up to the streets

Scientistrock

If you are willing,
I will throw down yet again.
I am unemployed.

MattRamone

Having a girlfriend
Who pays almost all the bills
Is fucking awesome

HumanUnkind

quote unquote becomes
a part of the warner group
punk is really dead

MattRamone

Sire signs Against Me!
That will not ever happen
...oh Christ on a crutch

Scientistrock

BTMI puts
Out a physical release.
Oh shit! We're too late!

HumanUnkind

O Pioneers!!! drop
an exclamation mark or
two! no not really!!!

Scientistrock

We up the punx by
Upping the punxuation
To paraphrase Jeff.

ForgetThisPlace

I would still bang him
And it's not gay because I'm
one of the few girls.

Scientistrock

I would do the same
But it's totally not gay
Because you get one.

MattRamone

I always forget
That females post on this site
We're essentially pigs

Scientistrock

Last Navel Gazing
Scared new ones away I bet.
Beard dudes salivate.

ForgetThisPlace

Some beards can be hot.
Along with full-sleeve tattoos.
Sean: new 'org heartthrob?

Scientistrock

He looks like Fallon.
Tricked some of the dudes like Me.
We're gay for gaslight.

ForgetThisPlace

Does that make him the
'Unisex 'org fantasy'?
Guys and girls both drool.

ScientistRock

He is creeped out now.
Oh well, does anyone care?
Hold onto your butt!

ForgetThisPlace

The 'org: Sausage fest.
Bound to be guy on guy love.
Little bit creepy.

Scientistrock

Hence why we explode
When girls announce their presence.
Boners must abound!

ForgetThisPlace

Girls are hard to find.
Always mistaken for dudes.
I need a smoke...man.

MattRamone

We can't help the fact
That we're all so damn studly
And punk girls dig jerks

He is a hottie
He and acris should have kids
They would be gorgeous

Oh hai thurr qt
I like Avail and drinking
Don't care you're 16

Scientistrock

Too bad we all got
Beer guts like pregnant women.
And my beard gets gross.

MattRamone

A beer gut's a sign
That we know how to party
Moshing is fitness

Scientistrock

You screw like you dance.
What does that mean for us punks?
It sure ain't pretty.

MattRamone

I hit my girlfriend
During sex. She responds with
Karate spin kicks

Scientistrock

It's just a push fest.
Bodies fly everywhere.
I'm kicked in the head.

MattRamone

I'm sure that this Fest
Will be one big dot ORGy
Beards and lube for all

sXenester

Hello, Fred Knuckles
Craig Finn fighting Sir Fallon
Everywhere, we cum

Scientistrock

Brother v brother.
How can I pick the right side?
Either way we lose.

sXenester

Old men, shoes, cliche,
longwinded, springsteen, and etc
kill me, joe Jackson

Scientistrock

Don't fuck with Jersey.
Those landfills ain't just garbage
If you get my drift.

MattRamone

Not saying that we'll
Do something, but shit happens
People fall down stairs

Scientistrock

They’re building a new
Giants Stadium, right now.
Don't get Hoffa'd yo.

Lostandclowned

Mike has not called yet
I am watching "The Wire."
This is a haiku.

Scientistrock

Who's to say that we
Need to practice today yo?
There's still tomorrow.

Lostandclowned

That may very well be
But I feel like it today
Where did this joke start?

Scientistrock

MattRamone haiku'd
In one of yesterday's bad
Bands' megatour threads.

HumanUnkind

haikus are punk rock
just like pbr and tats,
chin beards and gaslight

Scientistrock

They are the punkest
Of poetic forms you know.
They would have mohawks.

MattRamone

And scream "fuck you, dad!"
While wearing a flannel shirt
And a Castro hat

HumanUnkind

blank verse is emo
reading it is like crying
when you hear dashboard

MattRamone

It's not poetry
If it's just sentence fragments
Kids today suck it

Scientistrock

No man was punker
Than Masaoka Shiki.
Walt Whitman, emo.

MattRamone

Walt Whitman sucks hard
So does Thoreau. My Amer.
Lit class was not great

Scientistrock

I can handle them
Both, but I have to because
Lit is all I take.

HumanUnkind

Imagism rocks
short poems by some great minds
Ezra pound rocks

MattRamone

I prefer lyrics
According to my girlfriend.
She's probably right.

Scientistrock

I'm more into prose.
John Steinbeck is why I write.
I don't get poems.

HumanUnkind

Poems are not fun
nathanael west is the best
he only wrote books

Lostandclowned

worker bees can leave
even drones can fly away
the queen is their slave

(Plagiarize much, ed.)

Scientistrock

America is
Not doing to well at this
Game of Baseball, geez.

(I believe the US Olympic team lost to Korea, ed.)

Lostandclowned

i have never read
"Walden" in full. However,
I have read parts.

In a summary
i read, i liked the part on
the depth of the pond.

Scientistrock

I "read" Cape Cod, but
I did not really read it.
I talk good bull shit.

Lostandclowned

i haven't used my hand
to count more since learning how
to borrow in math.

Scientistrock

Not sure I buy that.
How did you jerk off Dave Grohl?
You just got pwn'd bitch!

Time to go running,
But I will return with more
Haikus than before!

MattRamone

I call a draw, sir
Blood was drawn, secret's confessed
Enjoy your respite

Lostandclowned

Scientistrock v.
MattRamone v. lostandclowned
(Hell in a Cell Match)

Scientistrock

I agree, a draw.
You're a formidable foe.
Until next time then.

Softcoreseizure

Neat. I also run
Didn't know there were others
Fuck bike punx, I'm broke

MattRamone

Up the haiku punx
Our syllables smash the state
Poetry is 'core

Scientistrock

http://www.punknews.org/article/30036

The answers you seek
Can be found within comments
That were posted here.

MattRamone

This band is awful
Scientistrock must agree
Haiukus = best smackdown

VeganboyJosh

rates for ads on threads
about anti-flag are now
more expensive. thanks.

scientistrock and
mattramone are to blame for
more threads about crap.

Scientistrock

To be quite honest
There is not too much hate for
This band. Boring though.

Veganboyjosh

kneel's haiku is fail.
the syllables are all wrong.
please now do over.