Cyndi Lauper, “Money Changes Everything”

Came out about the same time as the previous song, and Lauper was also a bit of a punk and quite probably a riot grrrl precursor. She was a feminist icon back when feminist was not a dirty word.

This is from a concert in Houston in 1984 or 1985. Notice the orgiastic, uninhibited, Dionysian act of total abandonment on the part of the lead singer. This is the true spirit of rock and roll, but you don’t see it a whole lot. It was there from the very start with Elvis and Chuck Berry and especially Little Richard. We lost the thread there for a while but picked it back up again with the Stooges, Iggy Pop, Wayne County and the Electric Chairs, the New York Dolls, Johnny Thunders and the Heartbreakers and of course with punk rock.

Rock is about cutting it all loose, letting it all hang out, complete abandonment of the senses to pure nature. There’s no place in rock and roll but sanctimonious twits or Neo-Puritans.

I have a lot of young readers on here. If you want to know one truth that will follow you everywhere all through life it is this: money changes everything. You can sit back and plug that sentence into so many questions you have about the world and it explains so many things. I can’t even go into it now. Suffice to say that at least here in the US, yep, money changes everything.

This makes a lot more sense than saying that money is good (capitalism) or maybe not so good (anti-capitalism). More than that, it is simply a “change agent” that when applied to various situations, explains so much of modern human life. Look around you next time you go out into the world and when you see things that don’t make so much sense, just think, “Money changes everything,” and see how many green lights you get. I bet you can drive all the way home without stopping.

Money is a “change agent,” and a very unusual and powerful one at that. It is also something that is almost never discussed on polite day to day society, which seems to be an odd taboo considering that America is all about money.

I dated a Middle Eastern Christian woman for a while, an Assyrian Christian from Iran. She didn’t like Muslims but she hated Israel too. And she wasn’t real keen about Jews either. We were talking about the US and I said this is a Christian country and she laughed at me and shook her head. “I’m a Christian. I know a Christian country when I see one. America is not a Christian country. America is a Jewish country.

The only thing that matters in this country is money. I’ve written many posts where I have said that America is indeed a Jewish country and I think this is part of the reason I am saying this. We are not Jewish in religion. Instead, we are Jewish in spirit. Almost all of the Christians in the US are not Christian in spirit. Instead, they are Jewish in spirit. Which is possibly why American Christianity has been so pro-Jewish and pro-Israel for so long. If the real religion of America is money, then what is the religion of the Jews?

“Money is the jealous God of Israel. The religion of the Jews is the religion of hucksterism.”

– Karl Marx, “On the Jewish Question” 1845.

Bingo! Like I keep saying, America is a Jewish country, full of 330 million Jews. I’m not saying that is either a good or bad thing, that depends on your opinion. I am simply stating it as fact, do with it what you will.

She said, “I’m sorry, baby, I’m leaving you tonight.
I found someone new, he’s waitin’ in the car outside.”
“Ah honey, how could you do it?
We swore each other everlasting love.”
She said, “Well yeah, I know, but when we did
There was one thing we weren’t really thinking of and that’s money.”

Money changes everything
I said “Money, money changes everything.
We think we know what we’re doin’.
That don’t mean a thing.
It’s all in the past now.
Money changes everything.”

They shake your hand and they smile
And they buy you a drink
They say, “We’ll be your friends.
We’ll stick with you till the end.”
Ah, but everybody’s only looking out for themselves
And you say, “Well, who can you trust?”
I’ll tell you, “It’s just nobody else’s money.”

Money changes everything
I said, “Money, money changes everything.
Ya think ya know what ya doin’.
We don’t hold the strings.
It’s all in the past now.
Money changes everything.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

Money, Money changes everything
I said, “Money, money changes everything.
We think we know what we’re doing.
We don’t know a thing.
It’s all in the past now.
Money changes everything.
Hey, yeah, yeah”

Money changes everything
Money changes everything now
Money changes everything
Money changes everything
Money changes everything
Money

Angel and the Reruns, “Buffy Come Back to Me”

A truly great song! I was just recently made aware of this song. This band was formed by Hilary Carlip, supposedly when she and the other band members were in San Fransisco County jail for unknown reasons. She formed the “all-girl, all-ex-con” band and they played as a novelty act at various punk clubs in California in the early 80’s. She cut her hair in a typical punk rock style. I find now that a single was released in 1982 on Carlip Productions. Side one was Buffy Come Back to Me” and side two was Beaver Cleaver Fever, a positively vicious song attacking the Leave It to Beaver show. They also appeared on the songtrack of the movie Bachelor Party with the song, “Why Do Good Girls Like Bad Boys?”

The reference on the song is to the TV show Family Affair that aired in the 1960’s. I have never heard of it. A 15 year old actress playing Buffy on the show sadly OD’d on drugs and died.

Carlip has been a singer, an actress, a standup comic, a songwriter, and all sorts of things. She has appeared on TV and in movies many times. She is associated with the Riot Grrrl punk feminism movement, which I’m not even sure if I’m opposed to! They’re quite a bit different from the monsters that are out nowadays.

Motorhead, “Sympathy for the Devil”

Fantastic Motorhead cover of the Stones, “Sympathy for the Devil.” Great music. Lemmy always denied that they played heavy metal. Asked what they played, he said, “Rock and roll.” That’s pretty much it right there. They were very popular with the punks although the punks did not like most heavy metal. This is possibly because they played very fast, and punk rock is fast as Hell. Some consider Motorhead to be speed metal, but the line between speed metal and punk rock is a thin one indeed.

This is their final lineup with Lemmy on vocals and bass, Phil Campbell on guitar and Mickey Dee on drums. Dee was drummer for the last 11 years of the band. Phil played for the last 21 years. Lemmy, Philthy Phil Taylor on drums, and Fast Eddie Clarke on guitar were the original lineup. They are all now dead. Live fast, die a bit younger than expected.

Motorhead was a “power trio.” They’re not particularly common as far as bands go because the lead singer has to play either guitar or bass, usually the latter, while he sings. That’s not very easy. Cream was the original power trio.

Joan Jett, “Bad Reputation”

Great music. I had heard of her way back in 1976 when she was with the Runaways, an all-teenage girl band. I met their ex-manager once and he told me that all four of the girls were bisexual. I’m not surprised. Quite a few women are like that. She was one of the first punk rockers. And I mean she was a real punk rocker. She’s also a lesbian, apparently a true blue biological one. I first heard of this in 1981 when I was dating a woman named Janet and she told me, “She likes girls.” That had always been the rumor anyway.

She refuses to comment on it, but she’s never been married or linked to a man. I read an interview with a guy from the Avengers who was living with her in Sweden for a while. He said they would both go out to bars and pick up women and bring them home to have sex with them! At a recent concert, the front rows were filled with lesbian or bisexual women wearing “Wett for Jett” t-shirts. I’ve heard that she has a lot of female groupies who act about like groupies do with male bands. And I’ve heard that she has sex with the hottest groupies all the time. She gets hot women! I don’t care if she’s lez, and it’s obvious she got wired up that way. I think she grew up in LA. Lakewood if I am not mistaken.

This is pretty much my theme song too. I’ve had a bad reputation forever,  and apparently I still do. What do I have to say about this bad reputation? See this middle finger here? Ok, you got the message. I’d like to say I’m understood, but who knows? Maybe I’m a scum after all, right? Anyway, I might as well just embrace it and call myself a Scumfuc like GG Allin called himself. Fuck it, man. They’re never going to quit saying terrible things about me. It’s hopeless to fight it. I’m going to have a terrible reputation for the rest of my life. If you can’t beat em, join em!

William S. Burroughs

A lot of people really hate this writer. He’s gay as Hell and his books are just drenched with the grossest scenes of gay male sex. It’s a bit hard to take. With regard to the latter stuff, I used to just sort of skim over them though. They didn’t really bother me. It wasn’t so much gross as I simply felt nothing at all. It was like I was reading something boring about water.

I’ve always felt this way about gay stuff. I saw naked boys in the shower room every day in high school for years. Of course I used to look at them sometimes, more out of curiosity than anything else. I was wondering if guys turned me on. I already knew that females turned me on like crazy. They were on my mind 24-7 back then, and it’s barely let up since. But sometimes you wonder if you want to double your chances of getting a date on Saturday night, you know?

Mostly I was sort of phobic around those male bodies, and I think the other guys might have been too. You would be showering and changing around all these guys, and you pretended you didn’t see them. It was like they weren’t there. I don’t think a gay boy could do that. I looked at boy’s bodies in the showers. I felt nothing at all. Looked at them changing next to me. Felt nothing at all. It’s always been like that.

I wonder how other straight guys feel about being around naked men. Most of us don’t really like it, and it tends to make us uncomfortable, though it probably shouldn’t. Do other men feel disgusted looking at guys’ bodies, or do they feel uncomfortable, yucky, and phobic? Or do they just feel zero, nothing, zip, nada, nope, nothing there at all.

Nevertheless, I always loved Burroughs’ prose. He was one of great writers of the later half of the 20th Century, and he was conceivably a genius. There is something about the style and themes of his writing. He was a master. I remember in The Western Lands where there’s this part when they are on some centipede expedition in the jungle of South America. This goes on for 20-30 pages. All of Burroughs’ genius and style vanishes, and now he is writing the way any ordinary guy with ordinary writing skills writes: good enough but not particularly well. And he keeps this up for 20-30 pages, never missing a beat, all in this lower, less competent register. It was simply amazing.

Burroughs is widely read by straight guys. He’s one of the few gay writers who has an audience outside the gay ghetto other than Gide, Proust, Wilde, Mann, Forster and the other old guys. But they didn’t write about homosexuality much, so they were easier to take.

He was also a king of the beats, so everyone who was into the beat movement read him.

I’m not sure about the hippie movement, but it wasn’t unusual to find a stoned-out long-haired young man in his 20’s backpacking across Europe with a copy of Nova Express in his pack in the 1970’s. It was almost a cliche, you know?

Burroughs was always hip.

And when punk rock came around, all of the punks loved him, and he quickly became king of the punks for whatever reason. His novels were rechristened as punk novels.

I don’t think he’s much read anymore, and the gay sex along with the horrible violence and depictions of death and other disgusting things makes his books a very hard read. The books are also drenched with drugs and crime. A lot of his characters are drug users, often junkies, and criminals of various types from thieves all the way up to the big guys. The books are full of street slang and criminal cant.

I’d say Burroughs is still read, by those who can bear him, let’s put it that way. There’s been an attempt by the gays to “gay ghetto” him like they do to all of their kind, but it didn’t work. Homosexuality is not a very important part of those books anyway. It’s certainly not why I read them.

He received much praise. Norman Mailer said he was

The only American author who could be conceived of having genius.

Samuel Beckett didn’t talk about other writers once, but he was once asked about Burroughs. The day was long and the light was going out of the room. As it got darker, Beckett didn’t turn on any lights or do anything to let more light in. The room just got dimmer and gloomier while he seemed to relish in this change. Of course that’s just like his books.

William Burroughs? William Burroughs is…a writer.

Like a real writer. The real deal. The real McCoy. To be good enough to be called a real writer by Beckett was an accomplishment.

He had great taste in literature, and he read all the time. I recall one interview when they asked him what he was reading:

“Well, Conrad (Joseph Conrad) of course. And Proust (Marcel Proust). I always read Proust. And Chesterton (G.K. Chesterton).

I would say you can see the influence of Conrad for sure in his prose. I can’t say much about the other two because I’ve never read Proust, and I’ve only dipped into a bit of Chesterton, a short nonfiction book he wrote very early in his career in 1903 about 19th Century poet Robert Browning, noted for his difficulty. The book is called Robert Browning.

What’s interesting is that all of those men wrote from 1890-1930, probably 50-80 years before the interviewer asked Burroughs that question. Of course those are three of the greats of the 20th Century, but when you ask someone what they’ve been reading, how often do they list any of those three? How often would they have listed those three when that question was asked of Burroughs, probably in the 1980’s? Same answer. No one reads any of those writers, not anymore, anyway.

On the down side, Burroughs also hated women. He was not afraid to say so, either. This is not unusual in gay men, especially in the more masculine ones like Burroughs. They simply don’t like women. This type of gay man is a lot more common than you think.

Here’s a bit of his prose:

They lounged around Singapore and Rangoon smoking opium in yellow pongee suits. They sniffed cocaine in Mayfair and they penetrated forbidden swamps with a faithful native boy and lived in the native quarter of Tangier smoking hashish and languidly caressing a pet gazelle.

– William S. Burroughs, from an essay written in 1985.

Isn’t that just perfect, glorious, and beautiful? I love the way those sentences slide across the page. I like the way the scenes jolt around from one faraway place to another within a single sentence. It’s like we took a world tour in two sentences.

Game/PUA: The Blank, Frozen, Dead, Robot, Zombie Female Stare and What It Means

I went to this punk rock show in LA in fall 1981. I talked to this 15 year old girl, a blond punker chick, who was sitting on a low wall outside the place. She said her Dad had brought here there. She was swinging her legs back and forth like a teenager. She kept talking about fags and faggots the whole time I was talking to her. Each time she said it, she looked me dead on in the eye. I think she was calling me a faggot, but at the same time had a dead-on blank frozen robot stare in her eyes.

She was calling me a fag, but she also wanted to fuck me. Tug of war in her head. What’s a girl to do? Females have contradictory thoughts like this going on all the time, and its very hard for them to sort them out and try to make sense of them.

I think an essence of the Female Character is Conflict between Contradictory Feelings. One part of her is pulling her one way, and the other part of her is pulling her the other way. All of this mental jumble is probably pretty confusing. They’re probably trying to untie these mental knots all the time, but being in the middle of a tug of war like that would drive anyone nuts. That may be why they seem nutty a fair amount of the time. All those wild contradictory feelings going this way and that all the time would drive anyone nuts.

If you’re Chad, a lot of women don’t particularly care if you look or seem faggy. Sometimes I wonder if they care if you are faggy. Some of the most fagged out men I met in LA, including one totally obvious haunted closet case, had the hottest girlfriends you’ll see.

Chad’s looks just blind women to everything else about him. Nothing else matters but that damned pretty face. They overlook it all, at least at first. I think Chad’s looks are literally intoxicating to women. So women are in sense drunk or high out of their minds when they first hook up with Chad, and they’re not really in control of themselves anymore. They’re entranced by those hot looks so deeply that they can’t think straight and they overlook all of his flaws, at least for a while.

I saw her later at a punk concert with the Angry Samoans in the San Fernando Valley in Summer 1982. She was sitting on this table-like thing in the concert hall, literally chewing and smacking and blowing bubbles with bubble gum, the stereotypical teenage girl. But she was mature far beyond her age and hanging out at nightclubs where almost everyone was an adult. She was 15 going on 30, face it. She’s hanging out at punk rock adult nightclubs all the time full of degenerate punk rockers, and she’s hot. You don’t think she’s going to get fucked by one of those young degenerate nihilist punker guys at some point? She threw herself into the cauldron. She’s liable to get cooked.

After the show, my friend and I saw her and her friends in the parking lot and went over and talked to them. She stopped and had a dead frozen stare. Her friends could care less that she was talking to a couple of young men. They were all probably teen going on 30 too. She also seemed to be drawing slowly closer to me as if some force field was sucking her towards me. She was locked into me like radar so bad you would almost have to pull her to get her outside of my orbit. I could have easily gotten her number, but I chickened out.

My friend looked a bit concerned as we walked away. “Bob, don’t you think she’s a little young? She’s 15 years old, man.” I shrugged my shoulders.

I was living in the Valley and so was she, with her Dad. I think she was in Sylmar. I was in Van Nuys. I could have easily gotten her number and dated her, and I’m pretty sure I could have had sex with her. And back then, I’m sad to say that I would have definitely done it. It’s true that she was 15 and I was 24, but back in 1982, no one much cared about that.

I haven’t had the slightest thing to do with those girls since then or for three years prior. I’m glad I quit those girls when I was so young because if I would have kept doing it I would have so much more to feel guilty about and live down in these manic days of frenzied sex panics. Of course I’ve sometimes felt that I would like to, but the penalties are so insane that you have to control yourself.

Whenever a woman seems to go into a robot-like trance and gives you that blank frozen stare, it only means one thing. It means she likes you! As in, really, really likes you. As in, she’s in love with you, she wants to fuck you, you’re making her horny, she wants to have a romantic/sexual relationship with you. Whenever you see a woman staring at you like that, jump on it fast and do something. Go talk to her. Get her phone number.

Now, if you make a poor performance, she will leave.

I remember when I was 27 at the peak of my looks in Summer 1984 or 85, and I was sitting on an island in the Carson Mall, probably on a weekend. I haven’t the faintest idea why I was there. I was stoned out of my skull like I was every weekend.

I sat there for an hour or two. One after the other, a young single woman would lock eyes on me, go into the frozen robot trance, and head straight for my island as if she were under remote control. I think three of them did that in the course of an hour or two. These women kept homing in on my like radar and being remote-controlled to my island. At the time, I didn’t know that when a woman acts like that, it means she wants to fuck. Period. You’re making her horny. Period. Turned out these were all single Moms in their late 20’s to early 30’s.

Unfortunately, my head was a complete mess at the time, and I was in the middle of what was basically a  nervous breakdown that went on for 3-4 years. Even worse, it was rather obvious to anyone who looked that my head was fucked, and it was turning people off everywhere. You can’t always hide mental illness. So at the mall that day, we would talk for a bit and after a bit they would get a concerned look on their face. Soon they would get tuned off and leave.

So you see, just because she goes into autopilot when she sees you, it doesn’t mean you’ve got her. You can still blow it if you don’t play your cards right.

This was happening to me all the time back then, but I was still connecting with some women, and I was definitely dating a lot and having a lot of sex. Apparently I looked really good back then, so the killer looks were getting me laid despite my screwed head. I’m not sure if women care that much if Chad is nuts. Of course they do care, and it throws a monkey wrench into things pretty badly, but Crazy Chad still probably does better than your AFC as long as he’s not too far gone.

Looking back on it, I probably could have fucked all three or four of them. Just ask to go to her apartment from the mall, and it’s done. That’s how easy it is to pick up a woman in the daytime if you’ve got the Looks and Game. Or get her number at least.

I almost never get these dead-on blank frozen robot zombie entranced looks anymore. I got one recently from a young woman at a coffee shop though. It’s the first time I’ve gotten that look in it seems like years. I wonder what she means by that. She’s been extremely friendly ever since. I think I will try to find out.

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.