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It's Memorial Day Weekend And I'm Listening To The Ramones' Eponymous - Ask Me Anything (1 Viewer)

A post-hardcore band from Kingston, PA. Good stuff, by the way. You might like it. Floral Green and Shed are their two best. From 2010 to 2012 they were putting out the best Revelation-era hardcore there was. 

 
Tell us about yourself. 
Well, let's see...Pushing 6'1" 210, meaning I'm 5'11, 240...

How about something specific?   

I'm about to start listening to Title Fight and start drinking again. Fire away.  

 
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go do some work in the Derby song pole, think i know your choice ... (rhymes with Stancid)    :suds:

ETA: we're roughly same height, but i'm at about 175 lbs. as of this morn, ya fat bast  :lol:

 
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Why so long sober?
Mandated by God for saving my physical and emotional health.

Really, I finally had just had enough around the beginning of February, did a sober month here online with a crew, had a blip on the radar in mid-March and got back in it for April. One day, one minute at a time. Wish me luck!

 
I didn't bump this for all those reading, by the way, but I generally have no problem with running an AMA whenever. I'm usually bored, and pretty honest about ####. 

 
I didn't bump this for all those reading, by the way, but I generally have no problem with running an AMA whenever. I'm usually bored, and pretty honest about ####. 
yes, i bumped it - was thread scraping from last year's pre hiatus chicanery ... landed on this one  :shrug:

Mandated by God for saving my physical and emotional health.

Really, I finally had just had enough around the beginning of February, did a sober month here online with a crew, had a blip on the radar in mid-March and got back in it for April. One day, one minute at a time. Wish me luck!
godspeed, good man - i've had various stretches of sobriety/tobacco cessation for similar ... i always crawl back, key is keeping myself in optimal physical shape/condition to offset the chicanery ... had no idea you were on this path, wish you the best as you push forward  :thumbup:  

It was a really good record about a year ago.

Pulled it out and I am listening to it now.

Sing along

I am not drunk today. I've been sober for fifty-five days. That's an eternity. I dreamt of this last night. We had a blowtorch. No, really, we did. I wondered why I wasn't feeling anything. Then I woke up. So enough of the autobio: whatcha got? AMA
first off, how are you?

:missing:   Where ya at, daisy? My friend Sandy done left me, and I'm afraid all the floral-themed women in my life have also done r-u-n-o-f-f-t
:X ya lost me here 

 
Yep. People usually just think I've done weird stuff. Figured I'd point out my non-aggrandizing bump. Still love it.

As for crawling back, we'll see. I need to substitute some sort of physical activity to further regiment my routine. Dreams about blowtorches and freebase are not helping. I need peaceful sleep, not sacks of white.

As for how I am, I'll leave that for Yandek. I'm doing well, tough. Radiohead just came on my YouTube algorithm and I'm actually disappointed with that, so I got some Hanoi Rocks on clear vinyl and put it on. Bangkok Shocks, Saigon Shakes, Hanoi Rocks. Nice little glam debut.

And msudaisy26? Miss her. She was always cool to me after a few scrapes along the way; but turned out cool in the FFA and valuable in the Shark Pool, too. 

 
Why did the Stranglers turn into the Doors? 
weren't they always?

bonus for MoCS here, what wif the PEACH reference and all. 

but ... yeah, they were constantly frowned upon and shunned by the punk cognoscenti for being "OLD" and using a *gasp* keyboard!!!1!1!11! - those bastids!

meanwhile, protopunk nihilistic ennui ethos was birthed in a tune drenched in keys ...

then the same bourgeoisie cognoscenti scoffed when some younger yobbos joined the fray because they dumbed it down - 'twas Marco Pironi (most noted as Adam Ant's guitarist) who bemoaned Sham 69 by saying they took something really artful and intellectual and dragged it down to guttersnipe level ... guess he never took the stick out his ### and listened to this

 
weren't they always?

bonus for MoCS here, what wif the PEACH reference and all. 

but ... yeah, they were constantly frowned upon and shunned by the punk cognoscenti for being "OLD" and using a *gasp* keyboard!!!1!1!11! - those bastids!

meanwhile, protopunk nihilistic ennui ethos was birthed in a tune drenched in keys ...

then the same bourgeoisie cognoscenti scoffed when some younger yobbos joined the fray because they dumbed it down - 'twas Marco Pironi (most noted as Adam Ant's guitarist) who bemoaned Sham 69 by saying they took something really artful and intellectual and dragged it down to guttersnipe level ... guess he never took the stick out his ### and listened to this
Yeah, I wasn't talking about the keyboards, though. I'm aware of the farfisa and organs and keys being an integral part of garage rock. The nineties, a decade you hate, saw an underground revival of key bands, stuffed away in the punk consciousness on labels like Crypt, Get Hip!, Estrus, Rip Off Records, Mutant Pop, etc.

Lots of that going around.

Sham 69 song is a big thumbs up. The Ramones are fantastic, without saying. Was just listening to Leave Home and Rocket to Russia the other night. 

 
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Yeah, I wasn't talking about the keyboards, though. I'm aware of the farfisa and organs and keys being an integral part of garage rock. 
wasn't meant to edumicate you, i am well aware of your musical knowledge game being strong as #### ... guess it was just an extraneous rant aimed at the pretentious tvvats who still hold the movement up as an "ideal" rather than a musical revolution ignited by three chord downstrokes (Johnny Ramone). 

The nineties, a decade you hate, saw an underground revival of key bands, stuffed away in the punk consciousness on labels like Crypt, Get Hip!, Estrus, Rip Off Records, Pure Filth, etc.

Lots of that going around.
worst decade of my life, so guilt by association ... plenty of nuggets to glean if i dig, i'm sure - but rockk was emasculated and lost all of it's danger ... morphed into a bunch of eunuchs, for the most part.  it can eat a bag of Richards. 

Sham 69 song is a big thumbs up. The Ramones are fantastic, without saying. Was just listening to Leave Home and Rocket to Russia the other night. 
 my true love of the genre still lives for the sonic landscape, not the self righreous homilies ... those two are prime examples of the former (along with the Damned and Misfits and Cramps).

 
wasn't meant to edumicate you, i am well aware of your musical knowledge game being strong as #### ... guess it was just an extraneous rant aimed at the pretentious tvvats who still hold the movement up as an "ideal" rather than a musical revolution ignited by three chord downstrokes (Johnny Ramone).
Oh yeah, I took your tone the way I think you meant it, I just wanted "I'm aware" to set up my gentle disagreement about the nineties, but everybody has their reasons to like and not like something. I tend to listen to your reasoning more than most, so it's sort of a compliment, really. I think the nineties were me off the beaten path the most, so I'm naturally going to find the stuff that naturally appeals and project its importance onto the popular culture writ large. 

But nobody can tell me the punk I listened to and the garage punk that was popular in the late nineties didn't lead to the guitar rock revival of the early to mid aughts in pop consciousness, just with different dialectics and filters.  

As far as punk purity, that's a bunch of garbage for uninformed folk. Proto-punk and the Nuggets era should demolish anybody trying to make punk "pure."

 
my true love of the genre still lives for the sonic landscape, not the self righreous homilies ... those two are prime examples of the former (along with the Damned and Misfits and Cramps).
Same here. My friend, at one point in our twenties (he was a hardcore kid back when hardcore split from punk and formed its own quasi-metal rigidity in both social scene and music) looked at me and said "Holy ####, T. You really like this music, don't you??"

Yes, what do you think I've been doing going to shows three hours away by myself? A far away scene in a faraway land?  Noooooo...I love it. 

 
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Oh yeah, I took your tone the way I think you meant it, I just wanted "I'm aware" to set up my gentle disagreement about the nineties, but everybody has their reasons to like and not like something. I tend to listen to your reasoning more than most, so it's sort of a compliment, really. I think the nineties were me off the beaten path the most, so I'm naturally going to find the stuff that naturally appeals and project its importance onto the popular culture writ large. 

But nobody can tell me the punk I listened to and the garage punk that was popular in the late nineties didn't lead to the guitar rock revival of the early to mid aughts in pop consciousness, just with different dialectics and filters.  

As far as punk purity, that's a bunch of garbage for uninformed folk. Proto-punk and the Nuggets era should demolish anybody trying to make punk "pure."
see, now i totally eschew anything from the past 25 years or so ... save for Jack White and Interpol and a few others - my joy of "discovery" stagnated a ton ... perhaps had much to do with real life #### gettin' in the way, and me being too focused on booze and blow and broads and education and eking out a living and wrestling with family issues and illnesses, etc - just didn't care to unearth anything new ... the familiarity of my tried and true go-to bands/artists served as aural comfort food, if you will - #### stuck to my ribs, and i wasn't about to go try sushi or afro/asian fusion when my gluttonous self was lapsing into infinite food comas (the analogy blows, but i ####### run with it anyways).

Lenny Kaye and his Nuggets - that collection of standouts, and all of it's like minded ilk, really scratch the infinite itch i have for that insatiable vibe - i can think of no better blueprint for a Saturday morning yak fest. 

Same here. My friend, at one point in our twenties (he was a hardcore kid back when hardcore split from punk and formed its own quasi-metal rigidity in both social scene and music) looked at me and said "Holy ####, T. You really like this music, don't you??"

Yes, what do you think I've been doing going to shows three hours away by myself? A far away scene in a faraway land?  Noooooo...I love it. 
to quote the loquacious, blow induced genius that was Lee Donawitz (via Tarantino): "we park our cars in the same garage" 

 
love it, had i known you were abstaining these days i woulda never popped this bump cherry
Nah, it's cool. Just figured I'd reflect it accurately. "Drunk And Listening To Title Fight" is wayyyyy more of a grabber, and much more threadworthy.

"Sober, Drinking Coffee, And Listening To The Algorithm While Waiting For My Day To Begin?" Much less so...

 
...whatcha got? AMA
❤️

...also done r-u-n-o-f-f-t
☹️

...Wish me luck!
🍀

... I'm usually bored, and pretty honest about ####. 
:hifive:

weren't they always?

bonus for MoCS here, what wif the PEACH reference and all. 

...
I was trolling along minding my own buisness, when I stepped up and down; 'cause between you and me woman - that feels real good. Well I got the notion, over my peelin' suntan lotion, I'd better go take a swim. Why don't you cool down a little bit and see if I can spread it.

Well there goes a girl and a half...

Come on and walk on the beach; all skin baby! You got some in that bottle of yours...you know what I mean.  Lap me up. 

Oh ####! Lappin' up the sun got me going...well what a bummer. We got a lotta walking on the beaches - up and down - like I'm gonna be stuck here just lying down on the sand dunes the whole summer. 

Will you just take a look over there? Well there goes another one ! 

I can think of a lot worse places to be; thats what I preach. Like down in the streets. Where? Down in the sewer tryin' to get outta that skewer, Peaches!

Lap me up. Things on our minds got me going on the beaches looking at Liberation. 

She's ... she's ... There ---- Walking the beaches for women . 

There goes the charabanc!!!! 

[Organ breakdown]

Girl, that looking at the Preacher man looking at the peaches walking on down on the beaches - or even on the end of a beach - looks ...

Just look at all the sunglasses!!!!!
 

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That's an easy-drinking song, my friend. Sounds like 9 PM on a summer night. Good stuff. Started a thread about the Byrds a while back. 

Love this in an indie rock/feminist lament way.  Courtney did the lament better, I love this sort of power chord/easy swing vibe, though. 

Mine:

Burn Girl Prom Queen
The Byrds are criminally overlooked. I’ll take them over Zep or the Stones any day. 

Really nice Mogwai song. I was just saying yesterday that I wish instrumental rock would make a comeback. My wife firmly disagreed tho.

 
Yeah, I was wondering if they were as revolutionary as the Velvet Underground. That got shot down really quickly, and rightly so.

Dang. She wouldn't like my recent Do Make Say Think purchase then. :kicksrock:
I vaguely recall the thread. I don’t think they were VU level but they did help I invent folk rock and country rock.

I love my wife but her taste in art is questionable at best.

 
Favorite personal anecdote. 
Wow. Not a wild one, but this was my favorite. Anyway, it's a jock one that reminds me of old friends and a time in my life that was before the intellectual and social questing (including the drink and the drugs and all its attendant stuff) that I'd later do: this was the purest.

Had a little hockey team. Nothing too large or important or even to think about. Played in a league for 16 and 17 year olds, IIRC. Had trouble getting guys to come out for the games as everyone was going to their high school teams, least, all the good players were. Except for three of us core guys that didn't have a public school team to play for. All of us were late bloomers and the junior track had already been taken by the serious hockey players, so were were left on a "A" team, but not a very good one. This was in Connecticut in a medium-sized town. But none of us were from that town save two guys. So we should stink, in theory. Season starts. Everything is as expected. Things go awry. Kids fall off. Kids quit. One kid -- the coach's kid -- wound up on drugs and chased a childhood nemesis, who happened to be a ref, all over the ice in a drugged out haze. Tried to assault the ref, who had skated, frightened, off the ice into the bench for cover. Kicked out of the league. It was one thing after another, and we got down to about seven or eight guys in and out on the team. Coach stays on even though kid is off the team. Weird stuff going on with the team. It's a rough area, this place in CT, and the high school kids reflected it. 

But, then we started to win. A lot. And kept winning. We realized, about three-quarters of the way through the year, how good we were when we started beating teams with only five -- yes -- five guys playing. We just didn't shift. And we were starting to beat teams with kids that were leaving their high school teams because of one reason or another, grades and attitude being among them. And then we were beating huge towns without JV teams. So we were starting to play reasonable competition. And we just kept winning. Up until the state tournament, where we'd have to play all the big towns and all the high school castoffs in the best division there was. So we went down there with our six guys and won the first and second game, lost the third, and made the semis with a whopping six guys in tow. So we play the semis. We're up 5-0, ten minutes left in the third, fourth game in three days. We're gassed. Other team scores five goals in ten minutes to tie it 5-5. OT. I get a puck in our zone on the wing and the defenseman pinches. Beat him. Go up ice and there's my childhood friend Tim skating the lane adjacent to me. 2 on 1. So we go down as fast as we can, I dish the puck to Tim, he dekes backhand, and voila! Game over with :03 left in OT. Pandemonium in the rink as all the other teams are there watching and cheering for our little roughneck town. The teams waiting to play the other semi are clapping, partially because they smell blood in the water for the finals later that day. Long story short, we win the finals in OT, too (I scored in the first and OT) and we won a trip to glamorous Cranston (yes, I am not making that up. The girls there are indeed smoking!), RI for the regional tournament. Childhood dream realized, right?! Well... yeah, but that was when I was seven.

The real reason I find it cool is because it was significant for youth hockey in CT, because we changed how high schools did things. They moved, after our win and partially because of that state tourney win affecting state winds, to include cooperative teams into the Conn. Interscholastic Athletic Conference during the '90s for schools without enough kids or enough money for a full team. We had two high school captains on that team from our area play for that state title team. Our other core member never got the chance to play high school, but they built a rink in his town shortly after (not because of that) and hockey just kept expanding in the state. Unfortunately, to do that they split us up and it wasn't the same in high school, but it wound up giving me the varsity experience of a decent-time hockey player. Got to get recruited. Played in the prestigious New England Founders League D1 for boarding school in Mass. Got into certain colleges because of the PG year that happens only due to hockey and a corresponding jump in SAT scores from attending boarding school. Changed my life, really, that dumb little town team that nobody cared about but us.

That's my favorite. It was pure, we did it for love, and it worked out for all us. We all went from relative nobodies at our soccer-dominated schools to sort of BMOCs socially and athletically, and that was cool. The other stuff in my life was more exciting and better anecdotally to read or wrap one's head around -- that was my favorite. 

 

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