Alt Left: Banned Again

LOL just got banned from another Facebook group! Yay! First thing you need to know is I get banned from almost all Facebook groups. When I come to a Facebook group, if I hate it, I usually think, “How can I get banned from here as quickly as possible?” And then I proceed to do just that. And I’m usually banned in less than an hour. Half those Facebook groups? Why do they even exist? I figure they exist for guys like me to troll them and see how fast I can get banned, right? What other reason could they possibly have for their pathetic existence?!

The group is called This Is Why Conservatives Call Us Snowflakes. I figured the group is Alt Left, but it’s really not. It’s just the usual SJW idiots, except that they are slightly less crazy than the ordinary SJW idiots. There are a lot of these “lesser brands” about nowadays. I’m not real happy with this trend. It’s still the same poison, just more diluted this time. If you’re going to make a break with the Cultural Left, it has to be total.

Here’s the problem right here:

Hate speech of any kind is not allowed. No racism, homophobia, transphobia, etc allowed. Respect people’s pronouns & identities. No slurs of any kind are allowed. Mayo, Karen, etc are allowed tho

Ok, that’s not Alt Left at all. No Alt Left group would ever put anything that stupid on there. Of course, I think Alt Left groups should ban people for using certain slurs or possibly for severe bigoted language. Emphasis on severe. Every time I see one of these No Hate Speech signs, I want to bang my head on the desk. Because anyone who puts up a sign like that thinks “hate speech” is, just about, anything. And everything. And the kitchen sink.

There’s no attempt at nuance, and if you’re not doing nuance, you’re nowhere near being a self-actualized humans. Because one of the only things separating us elevated types for the usual fucktard rabble is…nuance, a sense of proportion, taking things case by case, the spirit of the law and not the letter, take each case separately and evaluate, things  like tone, intent, humor, basically, a sense of scale. All of which is always missing in any idiot tard who puts up a NO HATE SPEECH sign.

Notice that the only slurs they allow are mayo and Karen. Karen is just a slur for a certain type of nosey and annoying suburban White woman. More globally, it is a slur against White women period. Mayo is a shitty slur against White people. So these are just standard SJWtards. The only people it’s ok to hate are White people and White women. Everything else is bigotry, including calling trannies trannies, which, by the way, is one of my favorite pastimes.

I probably got banned for transphobia. That’s what I usually get banned for nowadays. I love to misgender these people because to me, it’s misgendering when you refer to a man who thinks he’s a woman as a woman. He’s not a woman. He’s a man who thinks he’s a woman. Likewise, it’s misgendering to refer to a woman who thinks she’s a man as a man. Of course she’s not a man. She’s a woman who thinks she’s a man.

And I just love to call those people trannies. How can you not love that word? Listen to it. Swirl it around on your tongue like a fine wine. Savor it. Smack your lips a few times. Doesn’t that word tranny just have the greatest mouthfeel?

I also love to call trannies mentally ill because that’s exactly what they are. If you are a man who thinks you’re a woman, 90% of the time, I would say you’re nuts. If you are a woman who thinks she’s a man, 95% of the time, I would say you’re nuts. Except for a few early onset cases which I am willing to make amends for (though they’re still not the opposite sex), a man can never be a woman and a woman can never be a man.

No one even knows what any of that shit above means. What’s hate speech? Define it. Give me a good, concise definition that everyone can agree on. I don’t usually use other racial slurs when I write, but boy is it tempting! I so wanted to call a Japanese guy a Jap the other day! Why? I dunno. Because these shitwad SJW’s told me I can’t, that’s why! If you tell me there’s words I am banned from saying because they are offensive, those are probably the first words I am going to use in my next sentence to you.

Come on. We came out of the punk rock movement, Goddamn it. You have any idea what the punk rock movement was like? Like,  nothing is sacred. Like, giving the finger to everything. Like, breaking all the rules. Like, saying all the words you’re not supposed to say. Why? For the living fuck of it, that’s why. Which is to say, no reason at all!

We came out of the Goddamned punk rock movement, and you think we’re going to listen to SJW Miss Manners telling us to watch our language? LOL. Get out. Half of our songs had slurs in them. That was the whole idea. Not to hurt people’s feelings, but just to piss all over everything, the whole system. Tell us we can’t say something, and we’d say it. Tell us we couldn’t wear something, we’d wear it. Tell us not to say, do, or wear something because it’s mean, Hell, that’s even more reason to break the rules! It was all about pissing people off? Who? Everyone! Why? For no damned reason at all!

I won’t say those words for any particular reason and certainly not to hurt people. I’ll only say them because you, an authoritarian shitwad, ordered me not to! Hey, I’m still a rebellious teenager in a 63 year old body, sorry.

I do use words like this in my personal life. But not commonly and even then, only a few special words for certain folks who’ve really got it coming to them!

The Pistols, “Silly Thing”

The Pistols (Sex Pistols tribute band), “Silly Thing.” Here is their webpage. Formed in 2004 and still around somehow. Never cut an album. From London. Still playing in clubs. This is filmed in some little club in the UK.

Believe it or not this is a tribute band. They sure are good though, and the men playing Jones and Rotten look exactly like the people they are portraying. They can play too. Some say this guy can’t sing, but I like his voice. I swear these guys are almost as good as the real thing. I wonder when they were around?

Blondie, “Hanging On the Telephone”

Another absolutely perfect song from that glorious era. I was a 22 year old university student at the time. A very special time, one of the best times of my life! This is another song that defined the era. Blondie, “Hanging on the Telephone,” from Parallel Lines, 1979. They just don’t make music like this anymore. What happened? The original was written by the Nerves. Maybe I’ll put it on sometime. This is a case where the cover is better than the original.

Debbie Harry was always utterly gorgeous. She still was in 2014 at least. A beautiful older woman. And she was a punk! And she’s still a punk! Punk til death! Rock til you drop!

Television, “See No Evil”

Very, very good music. Early punk rock out of New York. Television, “See No Evil,” from Marquee Moon, 1979. The lyrics are poetic, reminiscent of symbolist poetry like Baudelaire and Verlaine. In fact, the lead singer took his stage name, Tom Verlaine, from the famous French poet. Truly fine music from a beautiful era that was defined by its very special and timeless music. Damn this takes me back.

Sex Pistols, “Lonely Boy”

Another great song from those early post-Pistols sessions in spring 1978 after the band had broken up, all produced by Paul Goodman. Paul Cook on drums, Steve Jones on guitar and vocals (his vocals are very good!), and Andy Allen on bass. Released on 1979’s Great Rock and Roll Swindle album. I thought this was another great rock song from the old days, but once again, it was written by Cook and Jones!

The Professionals, “Join the Professionals”

The Professionals, “Join the Professionals,” 1980, from the debut album The Professionals, which was never released due to infighting about royalties with the bassist they hired, Andy Allen. Allen also played on “Silly Thing,” posted earlier. The album was scrapped, but it was re-recorded as I Didn’t See It Coming, 1981.

It was later released on a bootleg in 1990 and then later released as an album in 1977.

This song was recorded at the time of the album but due to legal problems it was not released until over a year later, when it appeared as single in June 1981, which was right around when I heard it on the radio.

I heard it in June 1981 on the radio and I was taken aback because I had never heard the song or the band before. But I was immediately drawn to it because it had this “certain sound” about it. Of course that certain sound was nothing less than the Sex Pistols’ great rhythm section of Paul Cook on drums and Steve Jones on guitar. The production was done by none other than Cook and Jones themselves! They did a good job!

The Professionals is the band formed by that rhythm section ion 1979 after the breakup of the Sex Pistols in 1978.

Sex Pistols, “Silly Thing”

Absolutely superb song from 1979’s Great Rock and Roll Swindle, the last album ever produced by the Sex Pistols. I was always certain that this was a cover of some great old rock song by, say, The Who, but this is actually a Cook/Jones Sex Pistols original! It’s incredible. Listen to that Wall of Sound. As good as anything Phil Spector ever did.

You can hear this famous Wall of Sound all through their first album, Never Mind the Bollocks, Here’s the Sex Pistols. Those songs were recorded in 1977. I’m not sure how they went about getting this sound. I guess it’s all down to producer Dave Goodman.  and yes, this single was produced in Spring 1978. Johnny Rotten announced that the band was breaking up in January 1978. For the next several months, the remaining three band members, Sid Vicious, Paul Cook, and Steve Jones, recorded a number of songs with Goodman.

These songs were released the next year as part of the Swindle album. Jones is on guitar and Cook is on drums and vocals (His vocals are great!) here. Jones also overlayed the bass rather than suffer the incompetence of Vicious’ bass playing. People don’t realize this but everyone in the band does not need to be present when a song is recorded. You can indeed record any or all of the instruments separately and the vocals also.

It’s probably true though that the more band members you have up there playing in the studio, the better it sounds. Songs straight out of the studio don’t sound real great. Ever hear a “live in the studio” song? They’re not that great. They have a very basic, garage band type simplicity, but some people like that minimalism. The difference between live in the studio and what you hear on vinyl is all down the skills of the producer and what it does with that song after the musicians have played it.

Goodman is one of the best rock producers ever. People have no idea how important production is. It’s literally make or break for many songs and albums. There’s so much more to a great song than just music, lyrics, playing, and singing. So, so much more. You have no idea.

What you see, you can get
Nothing’s free, nothing’s said
Don’t be fooled by the signs
Don’t read in between the lines
What you’re gonna say?
What you’re gonna do?
Now you’ve missed out once again
But I thought you knew

Oh, you silly thing
You’ve really gone and done it now
Oh, you silly thing
You really gone and done it now

Trouble here, trouble there
People stop just to stare
What’s the use of wasting time?
Just move on, leave ’em all behind
What you’re gonna say?
What you’re gonna do?
Now you’ve missed out once again
But I thought you knew

Oh, you silly thing
You’ve really gone and done it now
Oh, you silly thing
You’ve really gone and done it now

Can’t you ever depend
On someone you call a friend?
When you see the naked eyes
You don’t even ask ’em why
You don’t even ask ’em why

Oh, you silly thing
You’ve really gone and done it now
Oh, you silly thing
You’ve really gone and done it now

Buzzcocks, “Something’s Gone Wrong Again”

The great pop punk and punk rock band from the UK, off their famous album “Singles Going Steady,’ a 1979 album I owned and had on my turntable about full-time back in those days. Released as the B side of “Harmony in My Head” single in 1979. Much was made of lead singer Pete Shelley being “gay” by Gap Identity Politics (IP) idiots, but the truth was he had sex with other males in his youth as so many basically straight men and then later married a couple of times for some period of time and fathered a kid of two.

He later identified as bisexual, but most guys like that lean straight. One thing most people will never tell you about bisexuals, especially bisexual men, is that they tend to lean one way or the other, either pretty significantly towards being gay or straight. There aren’t a whole lot of guys who are straight up in the middle.

Oh, and about bisexual women – clearly a modern fad – take whatever SJW’s say about “born this way” and stick it where the sun don’t shine. Most bisexual women in the modern era were certainly not “born that way” unless you mean they were born sluts, in which case then it’s a possibility. Sure, the ones that seem more gay than anything else but identify as bisexual probably have a biological component but the rest of them are just nymphos and sluts. They’re mostly just doing it to turn on guys.

Further, he never seemed like a very faggoty guy either with his singing voice, his onstage presence, or the songs he wrote, so I was shocked when Gay Politics boneheads referred to him as gay. My reaction was, “Well, I guess anyone can be gay then…” but of course the truth was much different than whatever the PC morons said.

I know. I’ve been around these characters my whole life. I know them like the back of my hand. I’ll tell you one thing. Every single thing you hear about bisexual men from SJW’s, Gap IP losers and other woketards is a flat out straight up lie. But none of these clowns tell the truth about anything involving male homosexuality.

They’re chronic liars as is the case with all IP idiots. If you want to know the truth about anything, ask some IP fucktard a question about their group du jour. Whatever they give you for an answer, just twist it around and think the precise opposite of whatever they said, and that’s somewhere near the truth. In that sense, I suppose IPtards are sort of walking lie detectors.

The Undertones, “Teenage Kicks”

Never knew much about this band from Derry in Northern Ireland. This is their all-time great famous single released in 1978. They were a combination of garage rock, rock, glam rock, punk, and later, post-punk. I never even heard this song until a few years ago. Wondering what I’ve been missing all this time.

Amyl and the Sniffers, “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap”

Amyl and the Sniffers, “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap.”

Well there ya go. I told you they sounded like AC/DC. It’s like AC/DC, except it’s totally punked out and speeded out. Weird cover. Guitar almost sounds like early Queen, or maybe even Mountain! It’s also got that Humble Pie sound to it. “30 Days in the Hole” anyone?

Amyl and the Sniffers, “Some Mutts (Can’t Be Muzzled)”

Amyl and the Sniffers, “Some Mutts (Can’t Be Muzzled)”. I like this raw sound. I’m wondering if this chick is on speed. How the Hell does she have so damned much energy?

Besides punk rock and the Damned, so much in evidence here, how about another influence? Heavy metal? Australian heavy metal? How about AC/DC? Anyone here AC/DC in this band. I can hear it in the guitar. Maybe it’s those Australian genes.

And then what do I hear again? The Stooges. Of course. But you know, the Stooges sort of started everything in a way. So many bands were influenced by them. The rhythm section in the back and even those crazy guitars, yep. Iggy and the Stooges. It’s like Iggy turned into a girl and put a bra and shorts on.

Amyl and the Sniffers, “Control”

Amyl and the Sniffers, “Control.” Another one. Real nice. This is the one where the rhythm section sounds like G. G. Allin’s band. Like that lead too. Not sure what that sounds like either. Well, the Stooges, yeah. Raw Power, anyone? How bout “Oh Bondage, Up Yours!” by the X-Ray Spex? And once again, G. G. Allin’s band!

You know what else that sounds like? The Damned!

Amyl and the Sniffers, “Gacked on Anger”

Amyl and the Sniffers, “Gacked on Anger.”

Again. Well that’s some real punk rock all right. All the way back to 1976 and 1977. Funny all these bands try to reproduce the sound but they just can’t seem to do it, can they? Here I am talking about how all modern music sucks, and this damned band shows up to pour champagne all over my pity party! What’s with you guys? Can’t you let a guy suffer in peace? Why do you have to come along and make me all happy and shit? Geez.

Ok, the rhythm section. Iggy and the Stooges. Obviously. And I know everyone hates them, but does anyone else feel a bit of G. G. Allen’s rhythm section ripping along there? I always like that heavy pounding sound they had. Say what you want about G. G., but at least it was rock and roll, dammit.

Plus some of those other bands – the X-Ray Spex, the Runaways (believe it or not) and I hate to say it but yep, the damned Plasmatics, probably one of the most hated bands of the early 80’s. But maybe they were ok after all?

There ya go. The music video. I usually hate violent bitches, but I think I might like it if this psychobitch was yelling at me like this.

Once she hits me with that damned bottle, it’s all over though. I’d have to beat her ass for that. Of course I’d try to have sex with her after I beat her up. She’d probably do it, too. Women are really insane that way. If you haven’t out the connection women have with violence and sex, well, stick around a few more years. I’m an old-timer. I’d still completely freaked out by how twisted and insane women are when it comes to sex. They’re pretty nuts anyway, but when it comes to the bedroom, just throw out all the  rules. All rationality stops at the bedroom door and sorts of craziness and weirdness begins.

The main problem men have with women is we expect them to be logical like us. They’re not. Their emotionally driven creatures. Most of their behavior is emotionally driven. It’s not that they lack logic – but they have emotional logic, which is not the same thing as intellectual logic. And no matter how nutty a woman acts, if you sit down and think about it, there’s usually some crazy reason, an actual, logical reason, but a crazy one, mind you behind just about everything she does.

If you expect women to make sense according to the rules of men and their logic, you will be angry most of your life. And you will spend a lot of time being angry at women because a lot of their illogic is pretty infuriating.

But the next time a woman does something nutty, sit down and think whether it makes sense in some crazy way. Look for the crazy logic. Screw the sane logic. They don’t play that. There’s a reason in there, in the wilds of her emotional thickets. Once you start to understand her emotional language and logic, you can start piecing together a lot more of her behavior. She’ll even start to make sense. Crazy sense, sure, but sense nevertheless.

Of course I’d grab her and try to fuck her after I let her have a bit of fun with me. I’d have to. No bitch talks to me without getting sexually attacked. If she shoves me away, fine, but if you’re going to talk to a man like that, you better be prepared to get fucked or at least get sexually attacked a bit, dammit. If you don’t want to do it, fine, just shove him away. But when you talk to a man like that, I’ll be damned if you aren’t fucking asking for it.

If you can’t stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen. If you ain’t prepared for the blowback, ladies, don’t even talk to any man like this, ever. If he’s any kind of a man at all, he’s going to jump ya.

But maybe you like that, huh girls? Why did you talk to a man like that in the first place? No woman talks to a man like that unless she wants to get fucked. Get real, dammit.

If you can’t handle that, then forget it. Play it safe. Just call the cops or something, ladies. Don’t push your luck!

Amyl and the Sniffers, “Shake Ya”

Amyl and the Sniffers, “Shake Ya.” I’m just going to post these guys today. They’re too much. Sound like the X-Ray Spex. Her voice is a replica of Poly Styrene. Other influences: Iggy and the Stooges, Cherie Currie and the Runaways (Currie on vocals), Joan Jett of the Runaways and solo (vocals), Wendy O. Williams and the Plasmatics (vocals, and, yep, believe it or not), and Courtney Love’s Hole (vocals again). Continuing in the great tradition of The Saints, the original great Australian punk rock band from the 1970’s. I’ll have to post some of them!

Amyl and the Sniffers, “I’m Not a Loser”

Amyl and the Sniffers, “I’m Not a Loser.” This is probably my favorite song by this band. It’s like Wendy O of the Plasmatics and Debbie Harry of Blondie somehow had a baby. Don’t ask me how that’s possible, but come on, man.

It’s 2021! Get with the program, bigots! It’s a new world now. Men have breasts, vaginas, huge clits, and even get get pregnant. Women have penises. There’s no such thing as men and women anymore, Nazis. There’s penis-havers and vagina-havers. Guys get knocked up all the time. Lesbians have dicks, big ones sometimes! You’d be surprised. You haters need to get out more. I bet most of you aren’t even pan, huh? Come on, it’s the 21st Century. Everyone’s pansexual, get with it, dammit!

Ok, now that is some very, very nice music. This is what I remember punk rock was like. Sure, it’s derivative, but so what? Like punk rock wasn’t all derivative of itself? Of course it was. But this is the real thing. It’s the most 70’s or 80’s song I’ve heard in a while, and it was recorded only two years ago. Those British accents? Nope. Australian accents! This is an Australian band! And this song is live in LA at a club called The Echo that I’ve never even heard of! Have to check out some more of this music. I do like this one song though.

Band name is perfect too. And of course, so is the song title! Hot lead singer reminds me a bit of Debbie Harry but that’s not quite it. More like the chick lead singer of the Avengers, the great San Francisco punk rock band from the 1970’s. And they sound very much like them indeed.

“Did You No Wrong,” Sex Pistols

Very nice! “Did You No Wrong” by the Sex Pistols. This song was never included on their most famous album, Never Mind the Bollocks, here’s the Sex Pistols, one of the greatest rock albums ever made that did more than any other record to kick start the punk rock movement. This song was only released as a B-side to God Save the Queen, which was released in May 1977.

The famous record jacket from the Sex Pistols very early single, “God Save the Queen.” The Virgin version had “I Did You No Wrong” on the B side.

The album was not released until October. It somehow went to #1 on the charts even though it caused a wave of outrage because it pretty much insulted the queen and by extension, the UK itself. It was actually banned by the BBC! After it was banned, the group rented a boat on the Thames River that flows through London and played the song at a very loud volume as the boat floated down the river. I remember when this song came out.

I believe either my brother or I purchased it in Summer 1978. Keep in mind that no one was into punk rock back then. Instead everyone was a pothead hippie, and this new punk rock music was universally reviled by such folks. I was a pothead hippie too of course, but I took to the new punk rock like a fish to water.

It was very unpopular to be a punk back then. You basically had just about no friends. Well, none of your friends agreed with your new music choice, let’s put it that way. Punks were basically reviled and  rejected by everyone, which is actually sort of the whole  idea of the movement, so in a way it was perfect! It was hard to be a punk though. I wore the buttons, cut my hair in an insane punk rock haircut with short hair but a long “tail” going down my neck. People would laugh at me and ridicule me when I went out.

Even though we bought the single a year after it came out, my brother and I were some of the only people into this new music. But we knew we had hit gold. The Sex Pistols were just rock roll, straight from Little Richard and  Chuck Berry through the Rolling Stones, the Velvet Underground and the Stooges to glam and the New York  Dolls all the way to the  logical next extension, punk rock. It was all a long, unbroken string, the same music being reincarnated and improved with each new generation.

At this time, rock had gotten away from rock music proper and was off into progressive rock like Genesis, Yes, and Emerson, Lake and Palmer (well, at least they rocked). Pretty much stoner music with lots of synthesizers. It was very nice, but rock and roll it wasn’t. Punk rock was supposed to be a rebellion against all that stuff and a straight, back to the basics approach. The Pistols had more in common with Chuck Berry than they did with Genesis.

Stooges, “Little Doll”

1969! Never realized how good this song was. “Little Doll,” from the very first Stooges album, out of Detroit, 1969! The album is called Gimme Danger!

This is proto-punk rock all the way. Punk rock didn’t start up until 1976, seven years later, but this stuff was truly the ancestral music of punk rock. And guess what? Everybody hated them. And guess what else? Nobody even heard of them. I started listening to rock music in 1974, and I had no idea that this music even existed because nobody talked about it.

Alt Left: None of Us Are Dindus: Ronald Biggs and the Sex Pistols, “No One Is Innocent”

I was thinking about Mithridates’ response to the Chmielnicki thread, which tragically implied that most if not all of the Jews killed in the peasant revolts of Eastern Europe pretty much had it coming for acting as tax farmers for the nobles and hence perfectly appropriate targets for an peasant revolt against feudalism. Sure, leave the Jewish women, kids, and old men out of it – except who ever does that in a war, especially 350 years go.

Anyway this made me feel very bad. Those Jews were killed in terrible ways and all my life I’ve been told that the Jews of Europe were dindus who dindu nuffin and just got picked on by mean Gentile antisemite Nazis. Turns out a lot of them asked for their own brutal fate. But that doesn’t make me happy. It makes me so sad. I don’t know but it just does.

And the first thing I thought is fuck this dindu crap. Fuck this we dindu nuffin shit.

What I mean by screw this dindu crap is: Goddamn it, none of us are dindus! You know how many of us dindu nuffins! Zero fucking percent, that’s how many!

Which reminds me of a song by the Sex Pistols. A man named Ronald Biggs helped participate in the Great Train Robbery in the UK in 1964. He hightailed it to Brazil. Brazil has no extradition treaty with the UK, so he’s been living it up down there laughing at the world and giving us all the finger the whole time. Well, good on him. I might do the same.

The Great Train Robbery? They stole lots and lots of money, so good on them. They became something of these Robin Hood type folk criminals, though if you research the case, they’re just dirty psychopaths and criminal scums as you might expect.

And though I wanted to love the romantic story myself because I’m kind of an asshole who hates all authority figures, when I read about it, I thought again. A man defending the money stash on the train was not killed, but he was very badly hurt. Maybe for a long time. Well, screw that. I’m not going to cheer on the Great Train Robbery anymore, thank you very much.

Also I read up on Biggs’ life down in Brazil, and of course, being a psychopath, he lived the typical life of a total psychopath down there in Brazil. Duh. And keep in mind this is Brazil, where psychopathy is virtually normal. He acted real bad down there, got into constant trouble, and was basically a huge dick. Which logically follows of course from him being a psychopath. Because, you know, psychopaths gotta psycho. It’s what they do.

Well, the Sex Pistols, after the first album, decided, just to be total assholes, which we already knew they were anyway, to go down to Brazil and record a song with Ronald Biggs. Biggs recorded a song with them called “No One Is Innocent.” Which is the fitting coda to this silly blog post in which I point out that none of us are dindus, even though we all think we are:

Fuck it, man! No one is innocent! We’re all guilty, dammit!

Which is awful damn Christian, now that you think about it, no?

God save the sex pistols they’re a bunch of wholesome blokes
They just like wearing filthy clothes and swapping filthy jokes
God save television keep the programs pure
God save William Grundy from falling in manure

Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk

God save Martin Boorman and Nazis on the run
They wasn’t being wicked God that was their idea of fun
God save Myra Hindley God save Ian Brady
Even though he’s horrible and she ain’t what you call a lady

Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk
Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk

God save politicians God save our friends the pigs
God save Idi Amin and god save Ronald Biggs
God save all us sinners God save your blackest sheep
God save the good Samaritan and God save the worthless creep

Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk
Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk
Sold his soul Sold his soul Sold his soul to punk

Pretenders, “Stop Your Sobbing”

The very early punk rock or new wave album came out in 1979. This was their debut album. The singer is named Chrissie Hyde. Her singing is absolutely glorious and all of the songs on this album are great. This album stayed on my turntable for a long time. That was a great time for music. So much great music produced then, nothing like nowadays.

This music came out 40 years ago!

It is time for you to stop all of your sobbing
Yes, it’s time for you to stop all of your sobbing oh oh oh

There’s one thing you gotta do
To make me still want you
Gotta stop sobbing now
Yeah yeah stop it stop it

It is time for you to laugh instead of crying
Yes it’s time for you to laugh, so keep on trying oh oh oh

There’s one thing you gotta do
To make me still want you
Gotta stop sobbing now
Yeah yeah stop it stop it

Each little tear that falls from your eyes
Makes, makes me want
To take you in my arms and tell you
To stop all your sobbing

There’s one thing you gotta do
To make me still want you
And there’s one thing you gotta know
To make me want you so
Gotta stop sobbing now
Yeah yeah stop it stop it

The Jim Carroll Band, “People Who Died”

The Jim Carroll Band, Catholic Boy, 1980

Teddy sniffing glue he was 12 years old
Fell from the roof on East Two-nine
Cathy was 11 when she pulled the plug
On 26 reds and a bottle of wine
Bobby got leukemia, 14 years old
He looked like 65 when he died
He was a friend of mine
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died
Jimmy and Georgie let their gimmicks go rotten
So they died of hepatitis in Upper Manhattan
Sly in Vietnam took a bullet in the head
Bobby OD’d on Drano on the night that he was wed
They were two more friends of mine
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died
Mary took a dry dive from a hotel room
Bobby hung himself from a cell in The Tombs
Judy jumped in front of a subway train
Eddie got slit in the jugular vein
And Eddie, I miss you more than all the others
And I salute you brother
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died
Herbie pushed Tony from the Boys’ Club roof
Tony thought that his rage was just some goof
But Herbie sure gave Tony some bitchin’ proof
“Hey,” Herbie said, “Tony, can you fly?”
But Tony couldn’t fly – Tony died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died
Brian got busted on a narco rap
He beat the rap by rattin’ on some bikers
He said, “Hey, I know it’s dangerous
But it sure beats Riker’s”
But the next day he got offed
By the very same bikers
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died
Teddy sniffing glue he was 12 years old
Fell from the roof on East Two-nine
Cathy was 11 when she pulled the plug
On 26 reds and a bottle of wine
Bobby got leukemia, 14 years old
He looked like 65 when he died
He was a friend of mine
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died
Jimmy and Georgie let their gimmicks go rotten
So they died of hepatitis in Upper Manhattan
Sly in Vietnam took a bullet in the head
Bobby OD’d on Drano on the night that he was wed
They were two more friends of mine
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died
Mary took a dry dive from a hotel room
Bobby hung himself from a cell in the tombs
Judy jumped in front of a subway train
Eddie got slit in the jugular vein
And Eddie, I miss you more than all the others
This song is for you my brother
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died

A very interesting figure from the very early punk rock days in New York. Although he was heterosexual, he worked as a rent boy on the streets of New York to get money for his heroin habit. Lots of young straight junkies do this in New York. Johnny Ramone did it. You would be amazed at how many straight men will have sex with men for money, especially if they are drug addicts. It would boggle your mind.

He hung out with Patti Smith, Richard Hell, the Ramones, Johnny Thunders, William Burroughs, and all the rest of the New York punk maniac crowd back then. I remember William Burroughs came to give a reading in LA in 1980, and though I wasn’t there, the place was full of the craziest LA punkers – all the local maniacs were there.

Burroughs was a punk icon as he was a Beat icon and even a bit of a hippie icon. In the hippie era, there long-haired young man backpacking through Europe with a copy of Nova Express became something of an archetype. Face it: Burroughs is a hipster – the ultimate hipster.

All the people in this song died young. They were all shooting stars – after all, every shooting star burns out after a brief flash of glory. A lot of these types have an air of doom about them from early on. They seem headed in only one un-veering final direction with no way to stop them. Get out of the way before they take you with them.

It’s a great song though from back in the day. This is one more example of how great early punk rock was!

Amazing how many people this young man knew who died. Sort of reminds me of Lou Reed’s Walk on the Wild Side too with the list of wild characters and crazy behavior – the crowd that loves to bet it all, to throw it all down and tiptoe on the tight wire of life for no particular reason, or just for the Hell of it.

Jim Carroll RIP.

Plastic Bertrand, “Ca Plane Pour Moi”

Roger François Jouret or Plastic Bertrand, Ca Plane Pour Moi. 1978. The song had actually been originally sung by the man who wrote it, Lou Deprijck, who recorded it with sound engineer Phil Delire for RKM/Vogue at Studio Morgan in Brussels. The song was a worldwide smash it, but Plastic Bertrand only got .5% of the royalties. Rock artists get screwed like this all the time.

Probably it doesn’t matter that the lyrics are in French.

French lyrics here:

Wam! Bam!
Mon chat, splatch
Gît sur mon lit
A bouffé sa langue
En buvant dans mon whisky
Quant à moi
Peu dormi, vidé, brimé
J’ai dû dormir dans la gouttière
Où j’ai eu un flash

Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
En quatre couleurs
Allez hop!
Un matin
Une louloute est v’nue chez-moi
Poupée de Cellophane
Cheveux Chinois
Un sparadrap
Une gueule de bois
A bu ma bière

Dans un grand verre
En caoutchouc

Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
Comme un indien dans son igloo

Ça plane pour moi!
Ça plane pour moi!
Ça plane pour moi moi moi moi moi!
Ça plane pour moi!

Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
Ça plane pour moi!

Allez hop! La nana
Quel panard!
Quelle vibration!
De s’envoyer
Sur le paillasson
Limée, ruinée, vidée, comblée

“You are the king of the divan!”
Qu’elle me dit en passant

Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
I am the king of the divan

Ça plane pour moi!

Allez hop t’occupes t’inquiètes
Touche pas ma planète
It’s not today que le ciel me tombera
Sur la tête
Et que l’alcool me manquera

Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
Ça plane pour moi!

Allez hop ma nana s’est tirée, s’est barrée
Enfin c’est marre, a tout cassé
l’évier, le bar me laissant seul
Comme un grand connard

Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
Le pied dans le plat

Ça plane pour moi!

But don’t worry if you can’t understand French. Because they don’t make any sense even translated to English!

Here’s the English translation:

Wam! Bam!
My cat Splatch
Lies on my bed
Has eaten his tongue
Drinking my whiskey
As for me
Few slept, emptied, bullied
I had to sleep in the gutter
Where I had a flash

Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!

In four colors
Come on, hop!
One morning
A louloute is coming home
Cellophane doll
Chinese hair
A plaster
A hangover
Drank my beer
In a big glass
Made of rubber

Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
Like an Eskimo in his igloo!

That plane for me!
That plane for me!
That plane for me!
It’s ok for me me me me me!
That plane for Me!

Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
That plane for me!

Come on hop!
The chick
What a panard!
What a vibration!
To send each other
On the doormat
Limed, ruined, emptied, filled
“You are the king of the couch!”
That she tells me by the way

Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
I am the king of the couch
That plane for me!

Come on, worry about worrying
Do not touch my planet
It’s not today
That the sky will fall on me
On the head
And that I will miss the alcohol

That plane for me!

Come on, my girl
Pulled herself out
Ran away
Finally it’s tired
Broke everything
The sink, the bar
Leaving me alone
Like a big asshole

Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
Foot in the dish!
That plane for me!

The lyrics are all in French, but it’s great anyway. This came out right when punk rock was starting and this song was always popular with punkers. Bertrand started his first band, Hubble Bubble, as a punk rock band in 1974. Did punk rock even exist in 1974? Maybe The Dolls? The Dolls were proto-punk at the very least. But it officially started with the Sex Pistols in 1976.

Actually, Punkers had great taste in music. They liked a lot of music that was not necessarily punk at all.

And some of you wonder why I’m a rocker and I say I’m going to rock til I drop. I’ll be rocking into my 80’s if I make it that far. Rock music isn’t for the young. The young at heart? Maybe so. It’s for everyone of all ages!

Listen to the beat on this track. I guess I am mystified at how anyone could not be a rocker, much less out and out hate rock music. My Mom’s generation thinks it is simply loud and obnoxious, but I played a pop music song for her on the radio the other day and I can’t believe she actually liked it.

Assuming you have to problem with noisy music, how can any human being not love this kind of music?

I know Black people don’t particularly like rock and that’s ok. But how can Black people not dig a rockin’ beat like this? Color me mystified.

Rock music is great because it actually infiltrates your body and gets it moving in some pretty wild and often sexual ways.

I remember I had this young woman friend over at my house. She had a male friend with her. We both recently graduated from university. She came over to buy some LSD for herself and her roommate because I was dealing acid at the time. Haha.

She was a rather tense and uptight young woman, and I am not sure if she had had a lot of sexual experience. Anyway ,she had her male roommate here with her. I put on a Germs track, “Lion’s Share” off the soundtrack to the movie, Cruising. By the way, great movie!

The beat started pounding out, and at first she looked shocked and stunned like she had gotten an electric shock. Then I saw a wave of energy pulse through her body, jolting it around like she was having a tiny epileptic seizure. That’s rock and roll! It literally grabs your damned body, goes right inside of it and starts jolting your body energy this way and that! It’s almost like a recreational drug in that sense. You experience rock music at a purely physical level./strong>

45 Grave, “Evil”

Perfect song for Halloween.

Think it came out in 1982. Early LA punk rock. This is Horror Punk, Deathrock, and Gothic Rock. These folks fashioned themselves as some sort of devil worshipping maniacs. Lead singer was a woman named Dinah Cancer. Paul Cutler was the main guy in the band. I saw them twice, once in Long Beach and a year later in LA.

I went to see this gothic rock band and 45 Grave was up first. I was dating the female lead singer, and she’s slightly famous. I was also dating her best friend at the same time.

I had met them both at the same time at a rock show at the Rainbow. They both had their hands all over me as soon as they met me, total strangers. They seemed drunk. The lead singer said, “You smell like popcorn.” She had this insane look on her face. She often had an insane look on her face. That was one of my favorite things about her.

Anyway I met Paul Cutler after the show backstage. He was extremely friendly and immediately took a strong liking to me. Maybe he thought I was smart. This guy had been living in the city way too long. He was going on about some dream he had of a city of the future with trams and high speed trains going at three or four different levels all at once. The whole city was mechanized and lit up. Blade Runner style. He’d probably never been on a hike in his life.