(fIREHOSE, carrying on.)
Today has been busy, cooking up the shirt orders and such. So I would like to quickly take this opportunity to turn you on to the punk rock that changed my life. For your listening pleasure.
1. Minutemen. There is a video history now, and there will never be another creative combination of pure talent like this, ever again.
2. R.E.M. I know, I know. They turned into a pack of poofters as soon as the media crowned them magnificent “Songwriters”. (Don’t listen after 1992.) Get the early albums, before they published lyrics. As inspirational as anything you can put in your ears. DIY incarnate.
3. Meat Puppets. High Priests of Wierd, but strangely it works just right. The sound of human frailty swinging a pair of solid brass balls floating in cactus juice forming snow angels in the bonfire.
4. Husker Du. When you need the sludge of commercial culture scraped from your brain, dial up Zen Arcade and blow the doors off your skull. You can thank me later.
5. fIREHOSE. Born from the ashes of D. Boon’s untimely death, the post-Minutmen Wattage still burns brightly in my heart. Ragin’, Full On.
6. The Replacements. Paul Westerberg’s voice. That is all.
7. Butthole Surfers. If you do not value your sanity, and you realize how much it is worth to let go of it, dive in up to your ankles. Do it today.
8. Sonic Youth. They jammed a screwdriver through the strings to get just the right sound. I saw them do it.
9. The Jesus and Mary Chain. Enough electric fuzz to put hair on your tongue. Bzzz…
10. Daniel Johnston. Banging on pots and pans, sounding like Mozart? Yes please.
11. Geraldine Fibbers. Violin for the win, Carla just played a gig with Watt this weekend. Straight to the heart, every time.
12. Nirvana. He may have been the beginning of the end, but what a beautiful end it was. Magnificent madness and magick, sir. Thank you.
13. Sublime. Ditto. Times twelve.
That’s my list y’all. Rock your own and link it here: www.thursdaythirteen.com