Abstract Dictation Furthered by Telephone Magazine

   

In the menu-header you will see a page on here titled ABSTRACT DICTATION. Although ultimately due to circumstances beyond my control, The First Public Conclave at The Listing Loon as part of their Exquisate Corpse series didn't happen, but TELEPHONE Magazine based out of Dayton and Columbus Ohio re-worked the Abstract Dictation Manifesto into their publication.

Read and support TELEPHONE Magazine... It's a great publication full of artistic visuals and pro-grade writings. Thanks.

Telephone #20 January, 2014

http://telephoneweekly.files.wordpress.com/2014/01/telephone_web_issue20.pdf

Shit Gets Weird-- Stays Weird with The Spits

      

Notes from October 17, 2013

Pretrip listening to Hawkwind seems to be the right thing. Everything else sounds horrible... The city, the city-- back to the old shitty city! "We all find our way to Hawkwind" finds me at The Listing Loon less than 24 hours later with thanks to Brendan B.  

I must be getting old but the fall feels like winter has already set in.

I seem to have forgotten how much fun it is watching bands and being a fan. I'm not worried about moving my own equipment... Watching it from thieves... Not worried about end of the night pay... This is relaxing. Must do it more.

Brief talk with John Lorenz about the THWART Top 25 and who could hold the number one position. He did not provide any guess as to his choice but suspected Pere Ubu. Smart guy.

At the Mayday when you buy a hotdog you can get a deal--almost 35% off! Available so long as you choose to sit in the 'viewing room'-- A room adorned with two-way mirrors and private booths featuring ample stocks of Kleenex tissues strategically placed.... For, 'you know'... Hot dog eating fetish-eers... Simply enough, you watch, or let someone watch another person, eating a hot dog, and others get off on it! Oddly enough, The Spits found this interesting and somewhat let down when they found out I was making it up.

"Sound and Vision" (David Bowie) plays on the Mayday sound system. Incidently, is also one my favorite Bowie songs. Blue... blue...

The show begins with SUBSETS kicking everything off. A flawless, powerful set. I overheard someone say "There was blood everywhere" during a quiet moment  following an abrupt stop to a Subsets song.  Like how people scream to be overheard atop the band and as the song ends there is a split second of silence (if the band is tight enough-- and the Subsets are) you clearly hear them yelling. No, the sentence wasn't meant for my ears and has nothing to do with any Subsets song (I think/hope) but I gotta exercise my one and a half ears of hearing while I still can. The sentence hit the surreal button.

Someone asked me for a 'weed' hook up. I consider it a compliment because now I must look like a subversive drug user. I embrace this.

Please note also 'awesome-natti'. A combination of awesome and Cincinnati. Corny but kinda funny too.

USELESS EATERS kick off with the lights turned way down. Adds dama... They start off free-jamming... Setting levels... Getting a feel for the venue. The room fills up with neer-do-wells hungry for rebellion. Was the Useless Eaters vocalist, Seth Sutton just saying something about 'chili chili chili everywhere' and even though this band has that kind of 'new punk' feel that is exlimpified by recent Dead Beat Records... I can't help but wonder if their LP is in fact on Dead Beat. Well, as it turns out it was not. None the less, a rager of a wax-slab as well as their live sound ended up being.

People began filling up the room from the outside. Where they were eating their hotdogs and talking about their fucking gardens and cats... The Useless Eaters were tight. They had a real psyched punk jammer rock 'n roll feel. It was rather beautiful thing... Reminded me of a John Wilkes Booze which was errie cause they were headed to Bloomington, Indiana the following night... Where JWB were from.

I guessed those JWB fellers-or at least some of them- ended up in an outfit called APACHE DROPOUT; another good band.

Useless Eaters reminded me of the Dirt Bombs... but I actually like the  Useless Eaters so fuck the Dirt Bombs right? Fuck The Detroit Cobras too. Useless Eaters could blow both them off the stage any day just like I once seen The Clone Defects beautifully do before... AND The Spits haven't played yet. Wowzers. What a night.

With help from DH I 'drop-in' with THE SPITS unknowingly. I never seen a legitimate picture of the band not without some sort of get up. Truthfully,  I'm reluctant to really meet bands when they play live that I tend to have a lot of records from. Touring isn't easy. There's a good chance you have being on tour or just plain music in general, that your gonna have a bad day every now and then. Because of someones bad day in band, and you just so happening to to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, the smallest negative encounter  can mean you won't listen to anymore their records... You associate that bad memory when you hear those records. However, I didn't have the bad memory this time. Whew... I just so happen to have a great memory and I could've left right there maybe even fell down the steps and died or choked on a fucking hot dog in the eating booth but it was great meeting THE  SPITS! Sharing a left-hander-cigarette.  A cigarette that I eventually extinguished onto the top of my left hand, at the base of my thumb. Thanks to neuropathy I didn't feel it and probably look pretty cool when I did it (or I'd think it was cool) but the thing is I didn't feel it so there!

Honorable mention too local word spitter LAZY ASS DESTROYER also known as Ryan Schwass. He was really really obliterated. A 'bath salts' kinda high needing surgery to reopen his eyelids. Talking to walls. But hey, no slack from me, I was cruising with a mind-opening multi-dimensional moment myself (more later). Lazy D and I had the masterful idea to start a business doing alternative commentary to National Geographic movies/shows about animals. We both admitted to each other that we watch National Geographic shows until we learn the goofy-ass names that all the scientist give to the animals to humanize and identify with them to study in a social environment. Good idea or bad idea is really doesn't matter... The fact is that the idea had a place. That place had been recognized, and it had a chance of life-- if even for a moment, that place existed and we laughed. Like, soooo f-ing hard dude.

Maybe it was the good pink eye ridden smoke or maybe I actually seen actor Jake "Brokeback Mountain" Gyllenhaal, famed movie star actor arrive at Mayday but then again I was also seeing people (more than one) wearing bear mask for some odd reason. More observations revealed Jon Lorenz imitating  airplane flight behind the crowd (later I would ask him and he said he didn't do it) that was otherwise captivated by The Spits. Jake Gyllenhaal was there... and I think I seen more hallucinations... It looked like Johnny "Outlaw" Sex was there too. According to my sources, Johnny had some ethical problems with The Spits as a band name and was nowhere near the event. I was ensured of this.

All in all I'm just really glad that I have finally got some glasses where I can see things from a distance. Thanks Eyemart Express. It took more than an hour, so your sorta liars about your pricing, but thanks anyway.

As THE SPITS started out they had some sort of police siren sound that they used. NOT the best sound to people in Cincinnati. Here, the police kill our friends. We got the memorials to prove it. A siren goes off and everyone turns from the stage and looks outside to see if they are the CPDs next victim... If the man is coming for them.

Some guy: "Man, to understand my life you have to understand the band Suicidal Tendencies..." and then he rambled off some song and said " that song is the  story of my life man..."  So naturally I had to say something to out-crazy this kid. I took a deep breath, leaned into the feller and said "Hey man have you ever seen the movie Apocalypse Now?" He said no. Leaning closer, lowering my vocal tone nearly whispering I said "That story is my life" I think that he didn't know what I was talking about.

THE SPITS hit hard, hit fast and stayed that way  their whole set. Pure majesty! Each song was better than the next. I totally vindicated the mistake of me missing The Spits play The Comet before. 

I think I seen someone, mid-Spits set, come back and change out of street clothes into a police officer's outfit and leave... Shits creeping... shit gets weird. Shit stays weird.

I approach the stage to take a picture of the band early but THE SPITS were rocking a small fog machine that, coupled with their flashing strobe light skull display, made it almost impossible for me to take a decent picture so despite the fact that after I take one picture the battery dies in the camera. So all you get is one picture... One terrible picture that isn't even worth showing (so I won't)

The only downside to THE SPITS it's really just me being near to the pit and checking to see if my wallet was stolen by a raucous spike and studded leather-punk. The type of punk you would see on a Punk & Disorderly compilation. Yeah, I guess Im old and getting in the way of kids good times now. Good, I doubt their enthusiasm anyway. Fuck the kids is the new For the Kids.

Mark Zero walks to the back and sez "Smoooooke Mu-sheen" then takes his hand a knocks over part of the merch table for SUBSETS that I was monitoring. I didn't respond the way I initially wanted to, so I just smiled. I smiled because I'm me, he is Mark Zero and I'm glad I'm not Mark Zero. But ultimately that guy is always going to be around. Sometimes you watch that guy, other times you are that guy... Where-as your interpretations of 'punk-rock' doesn't necessarily fit with other peoples perceptions of punk-rock it ultimately surfaces as some sort of violence. Nothing is really safe... Nothing anywhere. There has to be an element of danger to every punk show that ever exist but once again the police sirens fueled the tension. The beautiful tension.

"I'm a big fan AND I like your music too." My big line that sounded better way-high than not-way-high.

I find A Cincinnati native post-show arguing about how a Spits 7 inch cost... $15--an import from Germany. The beauty of that lost on him and I. Me?  I listen to records. I don't care if something is being sold for $15 that you can get for $70 on eBay. That doesn't mean anything to me, nor my sudden ally. "I just wanna hear the fucking songs!" he proclaims. I love you Cincinnati, Ohio. Your the fucking best.

Read the Thwart Top 25 

http://shawnabnoxious.blogspot.com/p/t.html

Mayday

http://www.maydaynorthside.com

New News from Old City

This info came over the Facebook today and I'm taking. Minute to regurgitate  because it's a great, informative post. I like that really gives those who are into Old City stuff to look forward to. I wish more bands would do post like this.

Look for a review of Old City's LIVE cd here on Thwart sooner than later.

-Shawn

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We have a slew of great shows coming up on the next two weekends!

Friday Feb 21st @ Rake's End w/ Kailip and The Night Divided - This will be a duo set (Sammy and Dave Cupp) featuring two new songs! A glimpse into the future and the roots of Old City!!

https://www.facebook.com/events/451669484958915/

Saturday Feb 22nd @ Northside Tavern w/ The Tongue and Lips and Heavy Hinges - This will be the last show in Cincinnati with our bassist Robyn Nomadical before she goes on maternity leave!! Not to be missed!

https://www.facebook.com/events/1463089063903402/

Saturday Feb 28th @ The Southgate House Revival w/ Day Camp, The Sweep, A City on Fire, and Adam Nice - This show is Day Camp's EP release show! This show as a GREAT lineup! Be there! This is our last show with Robyn for now. DON'T MISS IT!

https://www.facebook.com/events/1456042141282431/

After these shows, Old City will reenter the studio to finish our first LP at New Fidelity Studios with the wizard Steve Wethington. This will be released on white vinyl and will come out on August 23rd. We will celebrate with a big party/release show. :)

You can download out EP's and our live CD from our Bandcamp page. We also have only a few of the limited edition Compact Discs of our live album available. Order them before they're gone.

http://oldcityusa.bandcamp.com/releases

'Bad Day' Zine Placed on Hiatus

The closely affiliated zine BAD DAY AT THE PLASTIC MINES has been placed on hiatus due to circumstances beyond my control. 

The current plan has BAD DAY returning from hibernation sometime in April or possibly May... 

Currently copies of  issue 4 (Short story) and 5 (Abstract Dictation Sessions A, B and C) are readily available via mail.

A few sets of issues 1-4 are available but not for long...

If your interested in acquiring any copies, feel free to contact me via e-mail for the particulars at ShawnAbnoxious.gmail(dot)com 

Follow BAD DAY on fB here:

https://www.facebook.com/BadDayAtThePlasticMines

Thanks.

Swamp Dogg Brings the Wild to You.

Swamp Dogg

"Total Destruction of Your Mind "
(cd-reissue)

Up until Alive Records re-issued this release we, the adoring ever craving music listener, were subjected to you-tube videos and all the glory they transmitted piece by piece for initial exposure. Total Destruction of Your Mind is a verily empowering album that is packed with greatness from start to finish... I liken Swamp Dogg (aka Jerry Williams Jr.) hailing  originally from Portsmith Virginia as the blueprint for bands and musicians sticking to their guns (i.e. A Band Called Death*) despite what the music industry wants... It ultimately left up to Swamp Dogg and what he wanted to give. So, back then it may have seemed crazy and not understandable to turn down offers and suggestions of music industry represenatives to to dangle the carrot of commercial success in front of his face-- taunting him to compromise. In Swamp Doggs case, that so-called stubborness was a true blessing. Total Destruction  delivers one great track after another. Full of blues charged soul blastings with heartbreak, struggle, social commentary and that beautiful trademark charm and self-confidence shining like a sweat beaded brow. Its hard to listen to this album and wonder how in the fuck Total Destruction wasnt big from the start. This album is truly amazing... But hey, thats the music industry for ya though... I highly reccomend this album. It's a MUST listen! Music that you can use as a standard: If you dont like Swamp Dogg, well then I dont like you! Total Destruction sounds fresh and poignant today as Im sure it did in 1970. Now-a-days with the line of 'music industry threats' to rail against moving with the times  and changing its focus from one tired genre to another, there are timeless listens out there just now surfacing and blowing minds. Total Destrction is one of those listens.

http://www.swampdogg.net
http://www.alive-totalenergy.com

RIYL: Otis Redding, Blues Brothers, Sly and The Fmily Stone, Soul Music, Blues,

MFJD: "Total Destruction to Your Mind". "Redneck". "Syntheic World".

*=Available on netflix

Brian McCabe Arrested by Deer Park Police

news.

    

Chris "Yes I Dream in Melody" Balding (Sailing Stones + many) reports that "Soon there will be a Sailing Stones album called Wandering Through The Desert of Your Mind [and maybe tour]. The band is coming together with a newer member Harrison Franz... Among My friends I am more popular as HAT GOBLIN which are more improvised songs on the spot kind of..."

And...

"Oh and I heard rumors the currator of the name hat goblin that former members of Smile Bomb and Fenrir will be playing together soon JFsebastian is a very out there dude just like me HAHAHA THIS IS MY EVIL VOICE GOODBYE AND GOODLUCK OR YOUR BONES I SHALL PLUCK!!!"

Yes... he said #bonefucking.

Brian McCabe (Homemade Drugs, Yows) reports: "I'm also trying to pick up the girl at the little Ceasers drive through but I can't decide what the sexiest pizza topping is."

If you ever watched Brian eat pizza you will understand how important this is to him.

Broken hearted Dylan McCartney (Mardou, Sleeves) states: "I'm going to quit writing/playing music and dedicate the rest of my life to abusing inhalants-- whipped cream bottles, stuff like that."

Well, at least that's something...

Unconfirmed reports from Deer Park suggest neighborhood bully circa 83-88 turned Police Chief Schlie has apprehended Brian McCabe for pooping in Bobby Shanesy's (Homemade Drugs)front yard. Bobby also states " I bought a shiny new drumset that is twice the size of the one I played. I've been practicing in 100x earth gravity and will emerge from the then winter in full on Neil Peart mode."

Jude "Rude" Noel has a new issue of HALF GIFTS available . George Dominick Feldick states "Jude Noel  is awesome!!! His zine is really rad. He suprised me by asking for an interview at my library show in January."

In related zine news: There is a zine-day planned this weekend at Soapbox Books and Zines on Feb.15. See my measles contribution below... Incidentally, my own zine BAD DAY AT THE PLASTIC MINES as temporarily been suspended due to circumstances not under my direct control. I'm shooting for a March or April date of re-inception.

Centsless Productions has released The Grass Cross from Grow Horns. Reviewed previously on Thwart.

                                             

                                            

Grow Horns Grows It's Own

Grow Horns

"The Grass Cross"
( cd)

I have always said that music reviews should read like one person talking to another in 'real talk' (or whatever the kids are calling it these days) explaining if something is good, bad or mediocre. So one Sunday morning Grow Horns solo pilot, Miles Uroshevich, contacted me via fb messenger. His question and my response ended up fulfilling about 90% of what I think that needed to be covered in a review. 

Miles wrote: "Hey man, I was just wondering what you thought of The Grass Cross, like your brutally honest opinion of it"

Immediately I would address his query. Incindently, I told him my response was probably going to be worked into this review. Somehow...

My response: "Miles, firstly let me say I eventually plan on getting around to reviewing it. I only review stuff that I like... I treat THWART as a roadmap, a theme is there [with Thwart], my own path shared with words... I been in a really bad spot since Christmas... Diabetic foot ulcers, threats of amputations... I can't wear good old fashioned shoes or walk more than thru the house... Weekly wound scrapings face me every Thursday... I'm stuck inside and your CD was, and continues to be, a fresh listen. Better than your first one? Yes. Andy did a good job... You did too... About halfway through there was a 'punch'--a surprising punch. Your songs took more depth and a urgency began showing. Really, really good stuff. You are your own worse enemy many times and this agony shows in your tunes. You know this and yet you still fight... You fight yourself. It's scary but also beautiful. You have an awkward road of creation that you have nurtured-- be it as bad as it is to you-- but it's a classic example of what is needed to bring about the beauty that one can see and more importantly realized after you enter the eye of the hurricane. I know you are a genius. Andy knows you are a genius and you know you are too. Many geniuses don't ever think that but you use it to your advantage. I have tried to book you twice and each time didn't work for whatever reason you had. Your reasoning dosent make much sense but it's so admirable... You stuck to your guns for what you thought was right no matter what. That's beautiful strength. This comes through in anything you do... Right from the start, from the moment we met, I liked you and seen what may be a side of you that few others also see... That they fail to see... All of this is reflected in Grass... "

Unlike the debut, The Grass Cross reaches out not limiting the boundaries of what an acoustic album could be or even what a band and performer could be. Still, there's two versions of Grow Horns both piloted by Miles and it's your job to figure out which is which. Confusion surrounds every show and it's all your fault. There's a beautiful minimalism to The Grass Cross but yet wielded dangerously so to the upmost delivery. I have literally listened to this CD all day long before and the multiple listens didn't get old or wore out. There is medicinal value for ones psyche deeply delivered to your subconscious. There is nothing on this CD that I can see as needing any sort of fixing or altering. I wouldn't change a thing. The Grass Cross plays expertly with raw genius and beauty that is rarely seen in this immediate age of digital tenderness. It's easy to hit play over and over again, a sonic trap of uplifting outlier depression-rock. Miles debut Proper Seasons, was surprisingly great. It hit and it hit hard but The Grass Cross is fucking perfect and may be unstoppable.

Link(s)
Label: CentslessProd.com
Fb: https://www.facebook.com/GrowHorns?ref=ts&fref=ts

RIYL: The Mountain Goats, The Go-Betweens, The Bats, Robert Polard/Guided By Voices, Destroyer, Roky Erickson.

MFJD: "Future War". "Bomb In The Tomb". "Cloud Fortress"

  

                               

Cold War Learnings (Treatise)

(Thank you Ronald Regan)

I wish... Oh, how I can wish so hard sometimes... I wish I could start this whole treatise off in a better way than I am, but a line is a line and if I get anything out of growing up during the inspirational closing days of The Cold War (aka 'The Reagan Eighties') which were also the formative pre-War on Terror Years (How do YOU spell 'Good Times'?). You do something stupid, like draw an invisable line across The Gulf of Sidra or a line in the desert daring someone to cross it, you are issuing an ultimatum. Something that will eventually be put to the test. Your boundary, your precious  line, will be crossed by someone, sometime, somehow. Ronald Reagan taught me that during the1986 US bombing of Libya. Momar drew the line, Rotten Ronnie and his boys crossed it. 

Lives were lost... Compounds were bombed and shit got fucky for a bit but Ronnie did exactly what Ol' Momar dared him to. He challenged the dare and taught hm a lesson. A lesson that has been with me ever since. 

The United States is a melting pot of many different peoples from every part of the world (blah-blah or some shit lke that). The main priciple of being a citizen is learning about the illusion of opportunity. Yes, there are many success stories about immigrants arriving  with nothing and striking it rich like Tony Montana in Scarface but these success stories are a vast minority compared to the US population as a whole.

The US is a country with a passive-aggressive chip on its shoulder as a whole. Nothing pisses an American off more than to tell them they cant do something. Its inherit to us to push boundaries and cross lines. Someone tells us we cant do something? How dare you! This is America! We have freedoms around here... Watch this! 

Then again, maybe its just the illusion of free speech that clouds our mind and blinds our eyes. After all, if a person or group of people are not allowed to protest openly and voice their disdain for whatever subject, the US may not easily know who is on their side of the line... 

Dont worry though... The Bombs only show us how much we care. A gage of our beliefs, love and passion.

America has a bullet with your name on it. Sign on the dotted line and close your eyes.

Wait for it...

Wait for it...

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If you are interestesd, I have 1" badges of tge Regan asterisk image Im willing to share if you send me a self-addressed stamp envelope. Send me an e-Mail for particulars shawnabnoxious@gmail(dot)com

Live The Good Life with John The Conqueror

John  The Conqurer
"The Good Life"
(cd)

Taking their name from a slave folklore or a magical root that looks like testicles when dried, there is no John in John The Conqueror (JtC), this neo-blues rhythm and soul band hails from thePhiladelphia River Delta by way of the Mississipi Delta... All blues is influenced by the ol' muddy missisip and it's river delta-ending right? Whereas it is unknown if Philly has a muddy river or river delta or even some form of Mississipi type juke joints---that's all redundant. The Good Life, JtC's first fully debut, is charged with blues influence soul themes of desperate, agonizing tearful moments of a well mapped life transferred and delivered in song form-- the uncomfortable regular same ol' same ol'* that that epitomizes 'the blues' and it's fans. Though having upbeat moments of empowerment, let's not forget to laugh. Clearly, it's us vs. them and we need anthems during this pivotal time of 'Spring' Revolutions and the burgeoning independence from terror that is spreading world-wide. Raise your double rye shots and light up some good smoke. It gets no better in the end than in the beginning or so sez High John The Conqueror. 

http://www.aliverecordings.com
http://www.johntheconqueror.com/#!band/c1w5

RIYL: Alabama Shakes, Buffalo Killers, Cousin, contemporary rhythm & blues,

MFJD: "Get'em"

Referred by: Zach Gabbard

*= S.O.S.O

Nawfuck Gives Up Another Winner

                  

The Bottle Babies "S/T"

Hailing from Virginias tidewater region, specifically 'Nawfuck'  is The Bottle Babies. Delivering five fresh sleeze R-N-R jams centering on the familiar, but always fresh sex, drugs and rock and roll themes, this is a justified follow-up to their Born On A Bender (see below). Noticeable in the early listens is an underlined punk rawness to one guitar sound and a tasteful hard-hitting exuberance to the other... Rock and/or roll is meant to rage and these five songs bring the vengeance. There's clear evidence of a cheap rye whiskey soaked doom-urgency to the vocals... The dedicated vocalist that I would discuss and establish the Theory of the Endangered RNR 'Frontman' is well received. Throaty Slurred dragging vox from verse to verse---you are convinced that the end is terminal-- lived  out note by note... Day to day... On a need-to-know one step in front of another basis.  Blasting like a mix of LAMF Thunders and good ol' late 90's garage-punk ala The Motards. The Bottle Babies convinced me that whereas the end isn't just near, but you may need a lil' push to be fully committed on the suicide-ride over the edge and The Bottle Babies just may be the band to proudly do it.

RIYL: Garage-Punk. Bottom shelf whiskey. Candy Snatchers. Great Dismal Swamis.

MFJD: Do You Wanna

Scouting thanks to Gunther 8544

DL their 11song debut Born On A Bender
http://thebottlebabies.bandcamp.com

STATICFUL PASSAGES

 An even earlier version:Using the iPages application (app)on an iPad in ways that I don't think were originally intended, I went back and forth to several different apps also including Adobe Ideas, Photo and iPhoto taking pictures of drones, McClollugh Effect squares, the picture of Darbys "Junk" poem and random pictures/images of all sorts including many asterisk'd photos (that were layered) and subjected to generous repetition and opacity to get this... A 'piece' I call STATICAL PASSAGES (IN SIX (+) PHASES)

5th Phase

4th Phase:

3rd Phase (earliest kept version):

Learn more about the McClollugh Effect;

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/McCollough_effect

JUNK by Darby Crash

For just $899 (plus shipping and handling) YOU can own this typed poem from Darby Crash or just read it:

If you are wondering who Darby Crash is (wether you like what he did or not) and 'think' you know punk-rock (with the dash) well, you don't. Leave this blog now and don't come back. Thanks

http://www.ebay.com/itm/DARBY-CRASH-Unpublished-Typed-Poem-Junk-The-Germs-/221330151643?roken=YHNkKt

Two Skunks for Valentines Day by Mike Faloon

Two Skunks for Valentines Day
By Mike Faloon
Two Skunks chronicles Mike's quest to attend something called Awesome Fest 6. Imagine a Fear & Loathing except without mescaline and lizards... Mike expertly conveys the riddle that is the base appreciation of punk-rock music. If you read this and don't  'get it' then you probably never will. This zine is a 'blueprint' for a larger project in the works so it's good to get on board the early flight and see where it's taking you. Upon receiving this I quickly ingested it and felt guilty putting it down to monitor other projects including this blog. 

Favorite Sentence: "The AC drones on."

Also by Mike: Go Metric (Zine), The Hanging Gardens of Split Rock (Stories & Essays), Zisk Zine (Baseball)

www,geometric.typepad.com
Gogometric@yahoodotcom

RIYL: the writings of Josh Rutledge, Gunther 8544 and Hunter S. Thompson,