Alright rockers, I'm back in action with more dope for the dopes. Currently coming to you live atop the armed and armored penthouse of our West Town rock pile while the Democrat Nazi Commies and BLM Antifa burn Chicago to the ground.
Kidding. It's really nice outside and people seem to be in a good mood. I'm drinking beer and catching up on my dumb little write ups. Might get some food delivered later, IDK. Thank you for your patience.
17. Rx--Radar Love LIzard
Rx could be a real chore to listen to, what with all the shocking and transgressing and clanging and what-have-you. But this is just a funny rocking punk song that kinda sounds like Golden Earring's "Radar Love" and is about a guy who is also a lizard. It has lyrics like this.
'Gonna get a little place
Gonna keep it real warm
Eat only raw meat
Never hear the Beastie Boys again'
Which, I dunno know is pretty fuggin' funny to me. Young Steve hated the Beastie Boys so much he would rather be a lizard sunning himself on a rock than just have a good time with the other dopes on the planet. The goof.
16. Shellac-- Scabby The Rat
Hoo boy. I heard this song the first time on May 14, one week after Steve died. The lyrics are:
Scabby the Rat
Cooks all your potatoes
Scabby the Rat
Is twelve feet tall
Scabby the Rat
Ooh, he's inflatable
Scabby the Rat
That's right, I said inflatable
Scabby the Rat
Makes the whole room pregnant
Scabby the Rat
Pow! you're pregnant
Scabby the Rat
Does not fear death
Scabby the Rat
Is one Rob Warmowski
Scabby the Rat
That mean's he's immortal
Scabby the Rat
Inflatable rats (read about them here
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inflatable_rat) were widely used in labor actions and their attendant protests, and their voice on Twitter was one Rob Warmowski, who died in 2019. Rob was, among other things, my friend. He was extraordinarily funny, kind, and brave. He was so Chicago he looked like both John and Jim Belushi simultaneously.
Once, at a poker game, Rob Warmowski drew two perfect cards to beat my 8-perfect in Deuce, to which I, chuffed, replied "Nice hand, SIR." He immediately turned to Andy K and whispered, "So I guess SIR means ******* now?" Years later, he and Andy would start a band called, of course, SIRS.
Hearing my dead friend write such a loving tribute to my other dead friend was a bit too much for me at the time I heard it, and it might be a bit too much for me now.
Here's Rob's obit in the Sun-Times.
https://chicago.suntimes.com/2019/9...liants-punk-rock-buzzmuscle-sirs-steve-albini