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Originally posted by Jabe11:
Dead Kennedys - Give me convenience or give me death

As with Marilyn Manson I just find these deliberately "shocking" names disgusting. I remember when this minor league group's first album was released. Offensive then, offensive now.
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Originally posted by The Old Man:
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Originally posted by Jabe11:
Dead Kennedys - Give me convenience or give me death

As with Marilyn Manson I just find these deliberately "shocking" names disgusting. I remember when this minor league group's first album was released. Offensive then, offensive now.


Your "best before" date is showing Old Man. Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables is an excellent album giving us classics such as Holiday in Cambodia, California Uber Alles and Let's Lynch the Landlord. I would have thought you were familiar with satire.
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Originally posted by steve8:
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Originally posted by The Old Man:
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Originally posted by Jabe11:
Dead Kennedys - Give me convenience or give me death

As with Marilyn Manson I just find these deliberately "shocking" names disgusting. I remember when this minor league group's first album was released. Offensive then, offensive now.


Your "best before" date is showing Old Man. Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables is an excellent album giving us classics such as Holiday in Cambodia, California Uber Alles and Let's Lynch the Landlord. I would have thought you were familiar with satire.

Ah, they were the Tom Lehrer of their generation. Now I get it...nope.
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Originally posted by The Old Man:
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Originally posted by Jabe11:
Dead Kennedys - Give me convenience or give me death

As with Marilyn Manson I just find these deliberately "shocking" names disgusting. I remember when this minor league group's first album was released. Offensive then, offensive now.

Somewhere Jello Biafra is smiling Big Grin
Yes, OM..their name is offensive, but then I don't need to explain to you that was the point.

But your post brought me back, like hearing the cd alone couldn't have done. I am reminded of days gone passed, when, as a youth, I spent a lot of time with a bunch of punks, older kids, musicians, actors, creative types, and pissing off contented people was a sort of sport. I considered myself a bit of an outsider among these outsiders, until I saw the irony of this. They were guys who stood up for their principals, very vocally. Radicals, Eff everybody, but it wasn't for the sake of it, it was for beliefs...anti-war, anti-corruption, anti-corporate, apolitical (well, radical, not in the sense of far left, but rather a distain for the mainstream), articulate thinkers, to man. Anyway, they dragged me along to a bunch of shows...Descendants, Social Distortion, Misfits, SNFU, Corrosion of Conformity, Bad Religion, Bad Brains, Social Spit, DOA, Black Flag, GBH, B'Last, Agent Orange, MDC, trips to the Palladian to see the LA bands.....maybe 50 shows, maybe 60, I can't remember. This last summer, hanging with an old friend from these days, we reminisced about the Dead Kennedy's show we were all at at the California theater...I looked up the date, 12-14-85...after the two opening bands, which I can't remember, and DK playing for an hour, the Fire Marshall shut the gig down due to stage divers. This was before the term 'mosh pit' was coined. It was simply 'the pit.' Afterwards, when we all walked out, there were perhaps 40 cop cars parked out front...just waiting for some punk to make the first move, which never happened, although there were quite a few choice words traded back and forth. We had to walk about 4 miles home ( downtown to Mission Hills), and on the way got stopped by a patrol in Uptown....warrant checks, pocket searches, etc, etc.

Sigh...I've gotten lazy, 'principly' speaking, in my middle aged, but , well, wtf, thanks, The Old Man, for the memories!
I first took a fancy to Mrs. Bouvier because her raspy voice reminded me of my old Victrola. Oh, it was a fine machine with a vulcanized rubber listening tube which you crammed in your ear. The tube would go in easier with some sort of lubricant like linseed oil or doctor...

I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. Give me five bees for a quarter, you'd say.

Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...

Ah, there's an interesting story behind this nickel. In 1957, I remember it was, I got up in the morning and made myself a piece of toast. I set the toaster to three: medium brown.

Three wars back we called Sauerkraut "liberty cabbage" and we called liberty cabbage "super slaw" and back then a suitcase was known as a "Swedish lunchbox." Of course, nobody knew that but me. Anyway, long story short... is a phrase whose origins are complicated and rambling.
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Originally posted by vinoevelo:
I first took a fancy to Mrs. Bouvier because her raspy voice reminded me of my old Victrola. Oh, it was a fine machine with a vulcanized rubber listening tube which you crammed in your ear. The tube would go in easier with some sort of lubricant like linseed oil or doctor...

I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. Give me five bees for a quarter, you'd say.

Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...

Ah, there's an interesting story behind this nickel. In 1957, I remember it was, I got up in the morning and made myself a piece of toast. I set the toaster to three: medium brown.

Three wars back we called Sauerkraut "liberty cabbage" and we called liberty cabbage "super slaw" and back then a suitcase was known as a "Swedish lunchbox." Of course, nobody knew that but me. Anyway, long story short... is a phrase whose origins are complicated and rambling.

Bravo, VV, I suppose I deserved that. How do you come up with this shit?
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Originally posted by sunnylea57:
Old Man Simpson's ramblings on The Simpsons.


And why I brought up Tracy Ullman who's variety show spawned the Simpsons.

Some more for The Old Man
"The metric system is the tool of the devil! My car gets forty rods to the hogshead and that's the way I likes it."

"I'm an old man. I hate everything but Matlock. Ooh, it's on now!"

"Not many people know this, but I own the first radio in Springfield. Not much on the air then, just Edison reciting the alphabet over and over. A he'd say; then B. C would usually follow..."
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Originally posted by sunnylea57:
Old Man Simpson's ramblings on The Simpsons.


Big Grin

as i read Old Man's ramblings about Tom Leher and things being offensive the voice in my head shifted to Grandpa Simpson and rant turned to something about "We had to say dickety because the Kaiser had stolen our word twenty. I chased that rascal to get it back, but gave up after dickety-six miles"

Have Black Flag, Minor Threat, Sex Pistols, Operation Ivy/Rancid, Bad Brains, NOFX, Pennywise, Bad Religion and DK's cued up to make sure I freak out anyone who walks into my office today.
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Originally posted by vinoevelo:
Have Black Flag, Minor Threat, Sex Pistols, Operation Ivy/Rancid, Bad Brains, NOFX, Pennywise, Bad Religion and DK's cued up to make sure I freak out anyone who walks into my office today.


Turn down that danged music! If that's what you call it. I can hear your infernal racket all the way across the street. It's making my goiter act up.

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