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Primary Flight Sunday Worship on the streets of Miami.

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Nick Walker

Askew.

Askew with our car Betty Bee.

Mon.

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Tatiana.

Dunce.

Dunce.

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Pose.

Augor.

Ser2.

Shepard Fairey loves Meat Puppets and Minutemen like we do.

Shepard Fairey.

Shepard Fairey.

Daryll Peirce on the wall with Galo and The London Police.

Daryll Peirce with an airplane in the sky.

Daryll Peirce on the wall with Galo and Jim Darling.

(Click here for the main Primary Flight site.)

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Punk Rock Changed Our Lives: A Contest of Wiles.

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The revolution succeeded.  Punk rock set out to blatantly broadcast anyone with a voice full of something to say. The bands came down from the pedestal and got sloppy with their fans, and the fans ran home to start their own bands, and we are living happily ever after because of it.

My favorite flavor during the glorious revolutionary days of the late eighties was Minutemen. Mike Watt toiled forward to form fIREHOSE from the ashes, and the top photograph is visual evidence with ed fROMOHIO sporting one of our shirts. Margaret Griffis was there, that night at Churchills in Miami. Today, however, we have video.

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That is correct, Tim Irwin’s righteous documentary “We Jam Econo” is now available on iTunes. You don’t even need to get up from your chair. Click that link in the first sentence, or use this keen little button right here:

The Story of the Minutemen

Of course accessibility is only the first step in the punk rock revolution still ragin’ full-on in the eyes and ears of human kind. Then, you must participate.

Thanks to the lovely Jessica at New Video, you get to do just that – with a contest. Here at Full Body Transplant we are proud to announce that the winner of this month’s Pioneer-o-thon will receive a code good for one free download of “We Jam Econo”. The movie shreds the senses, puts you in the passenger’s seat with Watt for the birth of SST records, and soothes the soul with an acoustic Corona.  You don’t want to miss it.

How do you win? Simple.  Tell us a true story about a time you Did It Yourself. When did you create instead of consume? When did you get right up in the face of your greatest rock hero and slap the sweat from the hand? When did you make your messy little mark on history, the way no one else ever could?

Punk rock is not just about music, and “We Jam Econo” is evidence. Watt talks about the way it works in every waking moment of a life. It’s an eye-set. A perspective. We want to hear yours.

Tell us about the best punk show you ever saw. Tell us about the best clothes you ever wore. Tell us about writing your own song, inventing your own method, telling your own story. Tell us about a time you beat someone in a game of Vs. System by using a card that no one else would be caught dead running. It doesn’t matter what it is. Just tell us how you did things yourself.

In three weeks we will choose a winner. Post your story in the comments, or send an email to: fullbodytransplant@dadeschools.net

In the meantime, we will tell our own punk rock war tales here in the comment section between each contest entry. Tell us your version, and jump for the chance to win the free download of “We Jam Econo” from iTunes. The revolution succeeded, and the party is on.

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(That’s obviously Meat Puppets, wearing the best shirt I ever painted. Story to follow in the comments…)

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Thursday Thirteen: The Music.

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(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 

… punk.

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Legacy Content.

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(shirt by Alterior Facial Mandala, Meat Puppet photo by Margaret: http://flickr.com/photos/griffis/sets/72157600174926532/)

So many triumphs, so little time.  I have reached the mountaintop quite often.  The glory days of the post-punk late eighties contained some of my greatest successes, and they are one of the things I still revel in.  Last night there was a Nirvana Unplugged marathon on TV, and it brought back a flood of championship memories.

We would paint shirts, and then bring them to the show to break the ice.  Our heroes (Minutemen/fIREHOSE, Meat Puppets, Sonic Youth, Butthole Surfers, Husker Du) would always be hanging around somewhere, usually in a van outside the club.  We would find them, grab them, and tell them how they must wear the shirts onstage for the show.  It worked every time.

That photograph is from one of the highlights.  Curt Kirkwood, wailing.  One night in Tampa I was chilling after the show and two bimbo/blondes came giggling into the room.  They gushed about how great the band was, then passed around a jacket for them to autograph.  The girl gave the pen to me first, even though she had just seen the show and should have known that I was not in the band.  I signed it while the Puppets laughed under their breath.  I told the girls, who wanted to get to know the music better, to get the album called Meat Puppets II.  Curt disagreed, telling them to buy the newer stuff.  

A few years passed, and then Nirvana invited the Meat Puppets to play on the Unplugged show, and confirmed my tastes.  Kurt Cobain agreed with me, chosing three songs from the record that I knew was their best.

Then a couple years ago, Meat Puppets II was re-issued by Rykodisc.  Derrick Bostrom the drummer did the design on the new package.  One of our painted shirts was featured in the photograph under the CD.  It is one of the crowning achievements that carry me on toward even greater things, especially when Kurt Cobain sings “Lake of Fire” on national television.

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