I wish I had a girl who walked like that

Every once-in-awhile I'm wading through miscellaneous MP3 blogs and I stumble across sumthin' that makes me go, "Coooooooool!" Well, I'm not sure that is really what I say in those circumstances, but you get the drift.

I found one tonight that made me stop and read (a big bonus for this A.D.D.-saddled brain). It's a blog about an obscure 80's rock dude by the name of Henry Lee Summer, who had a hit with the song "Wish I Had a Girl" and then faded away.

I actually OWN two Henry Lee Summer cd's, so to even see a post about the guy kinda shocked me -- and I'm going to shamelessly paste the whole post here, and hope the author doesn't get PISSED...

Cutouts Gone Wild!: Henry Lee Summer, “I’ve Got Everything”

Henry Lee Summer - I’ve Got Everything (1989)
purchase this album (Amazon)

In light of the news of Henry Lee Summer’s recent arrest-slash-Tasering, we’re having a Very Special Emergency Extra Edition of Cutouts Gone Wild! today — but fear not, Henry Lee fans, we come to praise the bemulleted heartland rocker, not to bury him.

(Well. I come to praise him, anyway. I can’t make any promises for the ignoramuses in the comment threads. Especially that Billy K — there’s something wrong with him.)

Anyway, yeah, Henry Lee Summer. What, you don’t remember him? You don’t remember his raspy shout proclaiming that he wished he had a girl who walked like that, ooh yeah, he wished he had that girl? It was a hit, fuckers, and you can check for yourselves if you don’t believe me. I remember. It was 1988, and Henry Lee was in the Top 40. Casey Kasem told me so.

“Wish I Had a Girl” was Henry Lee’s big ‘hit’, and since the album from whence it came (Henry Lee Summer) is still in print, I ain’t linking to it here. But what we will discuss is his second release for Columbia, 1989’s I’ve Got Everything. It spun two songs into the lower reaches of the Top 40, “Hey Baby” (download) and “Don’t Leave” (download), both of which were pretty goddamn cool, and certainly did nothing to diminish his status as a poor man’s John Mellencamp.

Hold on. That isn’t an insult. Henry Lee Summer — and I don’t have even the faintest trace of a smirk on my face as I write this — was a badass mofo in his day. Let me break it down for you: Not only did he make some of the best (if slightly glossy) roots rock of the major-label late ’80s, but he was known to play every instrument on his recordings if the mood struck him. Also — and I speak from experience, having seen him as a wee Jefito when he opened for Chicago in ‘88 — he was a great live act, one of the last old-school rock & roll barnstormers.

(I’m aware that Henry Lee is alive and still playing out. However, I say “was a great live act” due to certain recently deleted threads at Henry Lee’s official site concerning his…condition at recent concerts.)

I’ve Got Everything didn’t sell a whole lot of copies, but it isn’t a bad record. I submit “Close Enough for Me” (download), “Got No Money” (download), and the title track (download) for your further consideration, and remember — it was 1989. There was only so much one humble Indianan could do when swimming against the flow of major-label suckitude.

On that note, let me take this moment to announce that the next two Thursdays will also include an extra Henry Lee edition tacked onto your regularly scheduled Cutouts Gone Wild! — next week, we’ll tackle 1991’s Way Past Midnight, in which Columbia tried to change Henry Lee from a poor man’s Mellencamp into a poor man’s Bolton, and then 1993’s Slamdunk. He’s released albums since then, but they’re pretty hard to come by, and there’s only so much that even I am willing to do in the name of nostalgia.

Cheers to you, Mr. Henry Lee Summer. Who among us has not fallen asleep at the wheel after “taking two Ambien”? Who among us has not crashed into multiple cars and fled into a trailer park? Who among us has not been tasered in front of an angry throng? Let him cast the first stone. As for me, I’m rockin’ out.

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Riding the wave of a great crowd

Every once in a while, I get a CD that I just freak out about, and I squeal and cry like a 15-yr-old Dashboard Confessional fan.

Well, no, not really like that. More like I love it so much that the first few times I play it, I get goosebumps, there's this swell of emotion in me, I play it over and over, it becomes like the soundtrack for my life at that time.

A few years ago I was just coming out a dead relationship, and for me, the end was quite sad and more than a just a little bitter. After the months of anger and pain and general "I want to crawl into a deep dark and filthy HOLE" subsided, I started to feel better. I eventually got back on the horse and started dating again.

I got to the point where I felt so alive, like a seedling coming out from a layer of dead leaves and dirt. It's hard to even describe it, but that type of euphoria, that must be what crack addicts experience, because if I could purchase that feeling, I'd buy it by the fucking truckload, buddy.



So anyhow, at that same time I discovered a singer-songwriter by the name of Matt Nathanson. His CD, "Beneath These Fireworks" had a lot to do with it. On the surface it's a shimmering pop-rock record, but underneath the amazing melodies is something deep and substantial, like a lament — sadness mixed with hope, pain blended with pleading and desire.

Rare these days is the CD that I know all the words — that can bring tears to my eyes as easily as it makes me smile. "Beneath These Fireworks" was one of those cd's.

Fast-forward another year-or-two, and I'm here now, in a different place than I was then — not quite sure how long I will be where I am, and really not sure where I am headed.

How fitting that another Matt Nathanson cd is figuring pretty heavily into my day-to-day existance right now, one that gives me the same chills as before.




"At The Point" is a live cd. I know people who hate live cd's. Personally I LOVE live cd's -- ones that capture the spark of of good performer, and the thrill of an enthusiastic crowd. If you've ever been on a stage and had people cheer for you, it's one of the most a-m-a-z-i-n-g feelings ever.

I'm totally in love with "At The Point" right now. It really shows the Matt behind the glossy studio recordings -- it showcases the guy who's witty as hell, who cracks up his audiences with his between-song banter, and on top of that he swears like a fucking sailor.

Here's the Amazon.com reviewer's take:
"It's a testament to the unstoppable drive and resonant artistry of Matt Nathanson that this new live album came to be. After releasing five albums independently from 1993 to 2002 he signed to a major label for 2003's Beneath These Fireworks. Not happy with the alliance, he extricated himself from his contract after a couple years and recorded this set live in front of fans. The venue in the title is the long-running club outside of Philadelphia and the entire house is in his hands. They delight at his anecdotes and comedic asides, sing along when prompted, and, in general, fall under the spell of one man and his acoustic guitar. Having built his fan base from extensive touring, a live performance on disc is an apt and welcome addition to his discography, both pleasing those already familiar with Nathanson, and providing a fine starting point for those just finding out."

Here's some quick lines from Matt's liner notes:
"I like your records, but you're SO much better live!" I hear this a lot after my shows and I'm sure all you glass half-fullers see it as a compliment. As something that should fill one with a sense of pride and validation. Oh, that would be so nice... but no. I, like 98% of all other musicians in the world, hear the above sentence like this: "I used to be satisfied by your records, but now they're just kind of a limp reminder of something I like better"...

...I ended up taping a couple of solo shows and putting out a live record... The shows literally sold out in minutes, people flew in from all over the country... the coolest part for me, was how the audience made the shows feel like an event; something to be anticipated, something to get wound up about, something to connect with. But I guess that's what a great show is, the audience raising the artist above what they can do on their own...

...And I think that's people mean when they say they like my records, but love my show. For me, getting transcendent performances in the recording studio is a challenge, but riding the wave of a great crowd feels second nature."

So, here's the MP3, check it out:

Curve of the Earth

Then check out Matt's Myspace page.

If you don't like it as much as I do, and don't get it, that's cool. People love Paris Hilton, and I just don't get that shit, soooo, it's all relative I guess. :)

Obscure college radio from the 90's — #1

I have this habit, a personal weakness of mine, where I collect CD's/mp3's of stuff I used to play back when I was a college radio DJ in the early 90's.

Sometimes I can't find the songs on Limewire, or on other blogs, so I break down and spend the $5 or $6 to get a used CD from Half.com.

Since I pilfer so much of my music collection from other people, I thought I'd give back a little. My true hope is that these songs are songs that other people have been looking for, and I've just helped them discover an old gem that brings a smile to their face (much like Dave at YuppiePunk recently did for me when he was gracious enough to send me an old Big Drill Car mp3)

So, anyhow, since my A.D.D. already has me bored with this post and ready to move on to other things, I'm not going to post any history on the bands or the songs, just the songs themselves. Again, they are songs I played on my radio show back in the day. If you know them, great. If you don't. check them out.

Muzza Chunka - Float

The Buck Pets - Pearls

Oh, and I have the Buck Pets cd, "Mercurotones" — and I'd be happy to sell it to anyone for $3 postage paid.

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Beware: it's The Accused

BEWARE! The Accused are a band that isn't for everyone. Hell, they probably are a band that only a few would like. They are occasionally juvenile, often offensive, and are pretty far-removed from anything that you consider "hard."

But I f**king loved their sh*t. My friend Rob had the vinyl 12" "Martha Splatterhead's Maddest Stories Ever Told"from 1988, and I just freaked out over their dirty punk-metal sound, and the ridiculously chaotic, screaming-ass, psycho vocalist by the name of Blaine Fart.

Got an idea yet? Well listen, if you don't already know who they are, you probably won't like 'em. Let's just say I warned ya.

The story on the band is this: The Accused were formed in 1981 in Oak Harbor, Washington by bassist Chibon Batterman, guitarist Tom Niemeyer, and vocalist John Dahlin. When Dahlin left, he was replaced by Blaine "Fart" Cook (frontman of Seattle hardcore group The Fartz) in 1985, and the band progressed towards a more metal sound over their first few albums. The band dubbed their unique style - distinguished by Blaine's unusual vocals (which sound as if he's being choked), buzzsaw guitars, dark metallic riffs, and rapid-fire drumming - as "Splatter Rock". The Accused were wickedly savage, yet had a sick sense of humor about the horrors they were screaming about, and the music was sick-as-f**k full-throttle hard-core thrash with a punk edge. Fun fun fun!


The first song I'm posting is the 1st track from 88's "Martha Splatterhead's Maddest Stories Ever Told". It's called "Psychomania", and it lets you know that you're in for a crazy ride.

The Accused - Psychomania

See? Again, I warned you!



Then in 1990, The Accused came out with even a more BRUTAL release, "Grinning Like an Undertaker". Now on board was powerhouse drummer Josh Sinder, and the band took even more of a metal direction. This is definitely my favorite Accused album. Each song not only has killer musicianship and Blaine's usual gurgling vocals, but there are some great hooks here that make me come back again and again. If you drive past my house, and you can hear some crazy ass sh*t cranked up really LOUD -- it's probably this CD. (Note: there is a really bad funk-metal song on here that actually features a rapper, and Blaine's vocals on it are just horrible).

The song I'm posting from this album is track 8, "M is for Martha." It's crazy fast, and the drummer is just tearing it up.

The Accused - M is for Martha

Rock & Roll Juggernaut

Earlier on this blog I re-posted someone else's post on the Dayglo Abortions, an obscene punk-metal band that I was into back in high-school.

Well, back in those days, there were many juvenile, non-politically correct, offensive punk bands for kids like me to crank up and piss people off: the Angry Samoans, Fear, the Dead Kennedys, the Sex Pistols, GWAR, the Mentors, Dayglo Abortions, and... the Meatmen.

Obnoxious, crude, offensive, blasphemous, tiresome and funny — the Meatmen were one band you'd never be able to explain to your parents (or even the vast majority of your peers). The rude punk parodists from Michigan heard on the infamous Blood Sausage and Crippled Children Suck 7-inches stomped on the sensitive issues of society with a coarseness that makes dead baby jokes seem like church fare.

We're the Meatmen...and You Suck! was my first introduction to singer Tesco Vee's depravity: "One Down Three to Go," about the Beatles, homophobia ("Tooling for Anus"), misogyny ("I'm Glad I'm Not a Girl") and racism ("Blow Me Jah").

Then Tesco relocated to D.C., grabbed some guys from Minor Threat, and started making fun of the cock-rock so big in the 80's, which leads me to the songs I'm posting today.

Rock & Roll Juggernaut came out in 1986. I was a sophomore in high school. Which makes complete sense as to why I loved this cassette -- it was completely sophomoric. Tesco's lyrics were about drugs, alcohol, women as sex objects, sodomy, bondage, racism, big trucks, and blind patriotism. I mean, this should have been the theme music for dumb jocks and meatheads in high schools across America!

Well, we ate it up. It was party music. We quoted lyrics to each other. We wore Meatmen t-shirts (not to school! Oh no! You couldn't get away with that shit then!)

So, here's a couple tracks. No doubt that my sense of nostalgia outweighs the social relevance of this band, but who gives a shit? Tesco got the joke. We did too.

The Meatmen - True Grit

The Meatmen - Come on Over to Mah Crib

Junk Monkeys

I've been wanting to post about a really obscure band from the 90's that I just LOVED at the time: The Junk Monkeys.

But I'm a lazy guy, so I decided to 'borrow' this post from another blog site, The 12th Planet. I give him full credit. It's his, not mine. (Thull, I hope you don't mind!)

So check it out anyway -- great band.

"The Junk Monkeys - Bliss. Released in 1992 by Metal Blade records, "Bliss" was the third major label album by this Detroit foursome. I discovered these guys when they opened for Bash & Pop (featuring Tommy Stinson of The Replacements) in July of 1993. I was immediatly converted. They kicked out their three minute songs with an urgency I hadn't seen since seeing The 'Mats back in 1987. And their songs were good too. Great melodies and hooks that made you feel like you were listening to an old favorite. Though they hailed from Detroit, I think they had more in common with their Minneapolis peers like Soul Asylum and The Replacements. I always said Bliss was the best album The 'Mats never made. Their first two albums, Soul Cakes and Five Star Fling are well worth picking up also. I belive the band seperated in the mid 90's, although they did perform sporadic reunion gigs now and again. All three albums are out of print, but can usually be found in used record stores or on eBay for around $5. They are well worth the search. Click here to see what's available on eBay right now."

Song samples from all their albums:

Sad Letters
Marigold
Everything Remains The Same
I Don't Mind (my favorite song here)
Like A Firecracker
Everyone Can See You
Today Is Summer
I Got Fear
Teacup

(since this was all "borrowed", let me know if a link is broken)

Review From All Music Guide:

On "Bliss," Detroit's Junk Monkeys bash out sloppy, energetic rock in the tradition of the Replacements, Soul Asylum, and the Goo Goo Dolls. In fact, singer David Bierman sounds a bit like a composite of Paul Westerberg, Dave Pirner, and John Rzeznik. Tracks like "I Got Fear," "All in a Day," and "And It Caved In" display the band's affinity for unleashing aggression 2½ minutes at a time. Occasional midtempo tracks, such as "Bliss," "Frayed," and "Rag," are interspersed throughout the album to keep the pace from getting out of hand. Bliss is crammed with driving guitars and beer-soaked vocals, without a weak track in the bunch. The album is capped off by a beautiful acoustic ballad, "Shine," proving that the Junk Monkeys are capable of more than reckless fury.

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Two great rock songs, Vol. 3

This time around I'm gonna focus on two old-school alternative rock / hardcore bands from the 90's.

1) The first band is Farside. The Orange County, CA punk band formed in 1989, and after the obligatory numerous line-up changes, was comprised of frontman Popeye, guitarist Kevin Murphy, bassist Brian Chu and drummer Bob Beshear. They signed with Revelation Records and issued their debut "Rochambeau" in 1992, followed a year later by "Rigged." They then resurfaced in 1999 with the scattered-but-still-amazing "The Monroe Doctrine" and broke up soon after.



The song I'm posting is from 1993's "Rigged". It's called "Page", and I got excited about it again after reading an archived post from Aversiononline.com, where Andrew gushed about this CD like it was the greatest CD of all time. Although I certainly wouldn't go that far, I dug it out and totally rocked out to this song like it was 1993 all over again.

Farside - "Page"

2) The 2nd song is from 411. The band is best known for its singer, Dan O'Mahony, who's been in many hardcore bands (No For an Answer, Speak 714) and is also a writer (I think he once wrote for Punk Planet, or some other zine).

I remember picking up 91's "This Isn't Me" from a mailorder company, probably for no better reason than somebody saying it kicked ass (and the fact that it had a pair of beat up Vans on the cover, which -- being from Pennsyltucky -- I thought was pretty punk rock). Then the opening song "Face the Flag" just floored me. I always had headphones on in those days, and I rode my BMX bike around for weeks cranking that cassette (yes, old school).

This song I'm posting is track 6, "The Naked Face" -- which even after all these years gives me goosebumps when O'Mahony kicks it up a notch or two at the end of the song.



411 - "The Naked Face"

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Two great rock songs, Vol. 2

Ah, yes. the second installment in the wildly popular "Two great rock songs" series. And I even got around to posting it! Amazing (for me, if not you).

1) The first band I think you should know about is Nine Days, a group of guys from Long Island who are most well known for their hit in the summer of 2000, "Absolutely (Story Of A Girl)," from their debut cd, "The Madding Crowd." The band has two lead vocalists, and they write (generally) sunny pop-rock songs with crunchy riffs and harmony background vocals galore.



The song I'm posting is from their 2002 CD, "So Happily Unsatisfied". It's called "Good Friend", and it was also featured in the 2002 geek-gone-hero movie "The New Guy". Basically slick, modern radio pop-rock at its finest.

Nine Days - "Good Friend"

2) The 2nd song is from an old alternative band from Montreal, the Doughboys. Again, I didn't find much about them on Google, but I can tell you they wrote some pretty damn catchy rock on their 1993 CD, "Crush".

Initially the Doughboys put out what was then called melodic hardcore, but after alternative rock exploded in the early 90's, there were A&R guys everywhere, signing band after band to cash in. The Doughboys weren't immune -- a major label bidding war ensued, and they signed with A&M. The sound got watered-down, the hooks were ratcheted up, and A&M soon had a gold record on their hand, led by the single, "Shine"

Funny, as with many of the bands I'm going to post here, "Crush" seems to be pretty cheap on Half.com -- I saw it on there for 75 cents - which is a hell of a lot cheaper than buying their songs on some music site for 99 cents each! It's worth checking out for songs like "Shine", "Fix Me", and "Melt".



Doughboys - "Shine"

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Two great rock songs, Vol. 1

To avoid clutter in my life, I try to use the "I haven't ______ it for the last 6 months, so I'll get rid of it" method. For example, if I haven't worn a shirt in six months, I try to donate it -- try being the operative word -- sometimes I just can't bring myself to letting it go.

Just the other day I was going through my CD's, wondering which ones haven't stood the test of time, thinking I can put some more on Half.com to sell.

I pulled out this one particular CD, thinking about that ONE GREAT SONG that I loved, but the rest didn't thrill me. Then it hit me: I'll create a blog post about great songs by unknown bands.

So here it is, the 1st installment.

1) The first song (that started this thing) is by a band by the (unusually long) name of Bestkissersintheworld. There's not much of a biography on them -- that they were from the Seattle area, and played power-pop in the early '90s is about as much as I know.


I will tell you this though -- their 5-song EP, "Puddin" got a LOT of airplay when I was a college-radio DJ. The 1st two songs, "Pickin' Flowers For" and "60 Seconds" just ROCKED. Cool thing is, you can get this CD for, like, 75 cents at Half.com.

The song that I'm gonna provide here is off their full-length release, "Been There", an album that shows the band had lost a lot of their earlier attitude, and the CD suffered for it. But there was THAT ONE GREAT SONG that I still love to this day, it has a melancholy line that repeats, and I sing along every time: "Thanks a lot, que sera sera"

Best Kissers in the World - "Bad About the Fact"

2) The second song is by a Milwaukee band called The Gufs that have been around for quite a long time — about 18 years — and are still pretty obscure.



The song I'm posting is from their 1999 album on Atlantic Records, “Holiday from You” and includs some great radio-friendly songs. The song itself, “Give Back Yourself” has a great chorus — featuring Rob Thomas of Matchbox Twenty — and has the same upbeat but melodic sound I've always been a sucker for.

The Gufs - "Give Back Yourself"

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The Dayglo Abortions - Feed Us a Fetus

The Dayglo Abortions' "Feed Us a Fetus" is an album that I got my hands on back in the late '80s, and it was so crass and vile and funny that it spread amongst my crowd like wildfire. Classic snotty metal-punk.

Look, I completely stole this post from Middle Aged Youth. I figured, "Shit, why repeat what someone else has already done?" Besides, if they find out about this lil' bit of complete plagiarism, they'll probably make me take it down.

Simply put, I take NO credit for it -- I just wanted you to see it. So, here it is:

"Hell yeah, the fuckin Dayglo's...I'm not nearly as long-winded as Scott, or as knowledgeable when it comes to the history of these bands, I just know what I freakin like. I do know they're Canucks and on this album played some good ole punk rock with a little bit of metal thrown in. Later albums were full on metal with the snotty lyrics being the only punk remnants. Here's a few, feel free to chat about how they changed yer life...

Stupid World - Lisa washed her hair on Monday, Lisa washed her hair on Tuesday, Lisa washed her hair on Wednesday, Lisa washed her hair on Thursday. Then her husband noticed that her shampoo had upset her PH balance. Her hair was all dried out and frizzy, so he shot the bitch and he moved to the city. Her husband got a job at a roller rink. He tried to pick up chicks, but he had a little dink. He brushed his teeth with AIM, but it didn't matter. Nice fresh breath but his dink didn't get no bigger. Oh, what a stupid world.

Stupid Songs - When I sing songs, I sing about what I know, but I don't know too much, so I don't sing about nothing...

Kill the Hosers - Let's kill kill kill kill kill kill kill the hosers! Let's beat beat beat beat beat the shit outta the little fuckers!

I killed Mommy - I kinda like my sister's friends, keep 'em fresh in the fridge.

Dogfarts - I gave my pal a piece of cheese, it was limberger, the cheese that pleases.

Proud to be a Canadian - The only reason we live in fuckin igloos, is cuz our government makes a living licking shitholes.


I think I'm gonna use the word "shithole" instead of "asshole" from now on. "You stupid shithole!!", "Nice blinker, shithole!" I like the sound of it."

There it is. Enjoy...

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The Tale is in the Title

This is my first blog outside my Geocities site. Not my blog cherry so to speak, but it is the first on this, my new site.

I spent a good hard 3 minutes deciding what band's song meant enough to me to use it as the name of my blog (like Something I learned today or Help save the youth of America or Middle aged youth).

After those grueling three minutes I said to myself, "Oh fuck it -- it doesn't have to be some grand significant gesture" and I went to my CD rack, pulled out a disc that had a big effect on my life, scanned briefly through the lyrics, and thought, "There it is. Good enough."

Dag Nasty just celebrated a 20-Year Anniversary in December 2005. To bring you up to speed, here's part of their history (the rest you can see on their site, Daghouse.com):

"The band started in the summer of 1985, made up of ex-members of Minor Threat and Bloody Mannequin Orchestra. Through the years, they cycled through 3 different singers, 2 bass players, and 3 drummers in their four year active existence (1985-1988).

The band itself had a huge impact on the world of underground music, due to the fact that Dag Nasty practically introduced melodic hardcore in the mid-'80s. But although the group was more accessible and melodic than Minor Threat or similar bands, they never lost their bracing, blistering edge. The concept of the band came about from former-Minor Threat and Meatmen guitarist Brian Baker. After vocalist Shawn Brown departed the group, ex-DYS frontman Dave Smalley completed Brian Baker's vision of what the band should be.

Dag Nasty recorded their first album, "Can I Say" (1986), with D.C.-punk guru Ian MacKaye assisting on the production. The following year, Smalley left the group; he was replaced by Peter Cortner, who added more pop elements to the band's sound with the album "Wig Out at Denko's". Dag Nasty moved from MacKaye's Dischord label to Giant in 1988 and released their last album (at the time), "Field Day". This album was even more of a departure from the original sound.

After the break up of the band, the members of the band went their seperate ways and were involved in various projects of their own. Along with former-Big Boy Chris Gates, Baker formed the metal band Junkyard in 1989, which released two records on Geffen before fading away.

Dag Nasty came back together in 1992 with Dave Smalley back on vocals. They released (the excellent) "Four on the Floor" for the growing underground punk scene that was only a few short years from breaking into the mainstream. The response was enthusiastic, but the band stepped away from the business again. Ten years later, they reunited once again with "Minority of One" which was released on Revelation Records."

There's the official word. Now on to why I'm posting this: I picked up 1987's "Wig Out at Denkos" on cassette the winter of '87, after what should have been my graduating year of high school. I was in a bad state, a messed-up kid, in a volatile relationship and drinking way too much.

I remember the first time I heard "The Godfather" -- I just felt that this was a tape that summed-up how I was feeling at the time.

always caring always mine
still always reaching for what isn't there
it just isn't there at all
the smallest doubt can swell and grow
and all hope shrinks into indifference
it makes no difference to me
I was only five
when I heard the tale of the little train that said
" I think I can "
but what's hard to give is hard to get
and once you've lost it it's always gone
it's always gone
sometimes I wish that I could cry
instead of wondering what's on her mind
what was on my mind this time
for consolation there's always a next time
but will you take the time ?
it will take some time
don't misunderstand
half the time I can
don't misunderstand
half the time I only think I can
I was only five
when I heard the tale of the little train that said
" I think I can"
but what's hard to give is hard to get
and once you've lost it it's always gone
it's always gone
standing on the railroad tracks
I hear the whistle the godfather's call
the biggest train of all
it's speeding closer towards the bridge
I'm hoping it can show me how it's done

Now, I could go on and on about how influential Dag Nasty were (and still are), but I will leave that to the critics and other blogs. I'll just post this is sort of a mission statement for this blog: this is a CD and a band you should know about.

Dag Nasty - "The Godfather"

Dag Nasty - "Safe"

Dag Nasty - "Simple Minds"

Dag Nasty - "Wig Out at Denko's"

Dag Nasty - "Exercise"

Dag Nasty - "Dag Nasty"