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I have created a Twitter for dear old Farced, because sometimes I can’t just blog about one video or link. I have also exhausted my personal twitter and facebook with links (amongst other things) at the expense of looking crazy. Though one friend did inform me that I was his favorite twitterer, adding “fuq shaq.”

Jack Crank whom I mentioned in the last post, called my blog “the new jumpoff,” which effortlessly made my night. I have been waiting so long for some records from the UK, that one seller even sent me HER copy of the Hit Parade record she sold me. This is making me nervous that someone in the USPS is stealing my mail. If this paranoid thinking is indeed true, I am fucked as Anthrax sent me one of the shirts they are printing. The shirts are incorporating the cover of the retrospective cd they put out (and again, they thanked me on) which are both on sale on their site.

Here was my Easter weekend “on the go” iPod playlist which really just resulted in me playing the first on repeat probably 24 times:

Epileptics – 1970’s Have Been Made in Hong Kong
Legion of Parasites – Eroded Freedom
Antisect – The World’s Biggest Runt
Vivian Girls – Telepathic Love
Karma Sutra – It’s Our World Too
Lost Cherrees – Why Does It Have To Be A Dream?
Lost Cherrees – Real Crimes
Sleeping Dogs – (I Got My Tan In) El Salvador
The Mob – Never Understood

It was that kind of family strife filled weekend. Needless to say I spent my first Easter with my friends, saving me from enacting the joke of blasting “The Church is For Sinners” while my mother attended Easter mass. Events of late have got me thinking about this Anthrax poster I have somewhere and have been meaning to photocopy (click to enlarge):

I swear, this year is making me feel more and more like I am 18 again. Except there wasn’t really any thing really resembling anarchy in the streets of NYC then and I am also not playing Crass at The Hole with Frank (hilarious right?).

I became re-obsessed with the first song on this playlist, by the Flux of Pink Indians when they went by the Epileptics in 1979. The drumming is the best part with Penny Rimbaud drumming on this EP, though other sources claim differently, but there were THREE pressings of this EP. Blast it repeatedly, because after all “1970’s Have Been Made in Hong Kong” is barely two minutes long. I am pretty sure that this mp3 is from the 1981 re-recording with Rimbaud, but who would know in the olden days of slsk?

 

 

EDIT: The mp3 is fromthe re-recorded 1981 release.

*photo of the Hole above from Epicly Later’d, I can’t believe I went back to look for it.

This is my cat, Shaolin after I did not come home for an entire weekend. I am legitimately sure she can kick my ass if she wanted to:

My rad ass cat also licks your face with her demon breath, growls and can ninja slink/jump her way out of your arms when she is over it. Her tail is constantly awagging (i just made that up) and she loves to play fetch. Sometimes though she will give me the paw to my face, when she is over being smothered with love. When I had my backyard in Brooklyn, she would slink under the fences to go over to the next yards and explore. This ensured much panic from me considering there were FOUR huge dogs from next door that could come out at any given moment. Shaolin wasn’t scared, oh no, not my little feral Bushwick street thug. Where do you think the name Shaolin given by the feral rescue keepers came from? She would attack the dogs through the fence while GROWLING at them, minding you that their snouts were bigger than her face. She just doesn’t give a fuck. Since she has been harassing my other cat, Misty who is a BIG momma, hardcore lately she is currently sitting in jail. Biting the ass of your elder cat “sister” is not conducive to house cat behavior. Especially when that behavior leads to me stepping in cat poop! Sigh! This does not detract from the awesomeness that is Shaolin, the rager with many fans. She’s just driving me nuts lately. Can someone direct me to a cat whisperer please?

This post inspired by Four Four‘s one of many posts about his crankbot of a cat. And with that I include Scottish band Scrotum Poles‘ track “Pick the Cat’s Eyes Out” from their 1980 Revelation EP. No worries, this certified cat lady would never harm any cats.

Scrotum Poles video awesomeness:

Someone find me a cat whisperer stat!

This New School student occupation just reminds me of the French uprisings in May 1968. I mean the New School students WERE reading “On the Poverty of Student Life” for chrissakes.

Why am I even writing about this? I felt the need to point out the obvious, possibly pre-arranged similarities, awoke with the Karma Sutra song included in this post in my head, know one if not two of the fellows who got arrested, and honestly have abandoned my poor little blog. But I mean really now, is it any surprise that I find this such a radical thing?

I need copies of Raoul Vaneigem’s The Book of Pleasures (out of print) and The Revolution of Everyday Life:

People who talk about revolution and class struggle without referring explicitly to everyday life, without understanding what is subversive about love and what is positive in the refusal of constraints, such people have corpses in their mouths.

Yes, every day I feel like I am 18 again this year, further with all the recession induced Situationist re-reading. Though I feel like I have a better grasp of Situationist theory than I did then. Guy Debord has recently been recognized as a “National Treasure” in France, in an effort to prevent Yale from acquiring all of his personal archives. A quote from Brecht would be all too fitting regarding Debord’s resurgence in popularity, but I will spare you.

I made a new friend last night at my favorite watering hole via our matching Amebix shirts, ahh the small things in life. The best part is that his blog is named No Gods, No Vegetables. Yes, I listen to Anarcho/Peace Punk & Crust and eat meat, deal! Jack and I made an agreement, I will hook him up with all the Anarcho mp3s his heart desires and he will try to get me into nu-metal. Amebix’s “University Challenged” is mildly fitting for this post, I posted it here. I am also including the track “Alienation” by Crisis (pre Death In June/Theatre of Hate), since they used artwork from the May 1968 posters.

More on the New School Occupation: The New School In Exile & New School Occupied.

Photos from May 1968 in Paris here.

Not to detract from the musical magic here, you can see the video of the NYPD “not using force” here.