Me neither.   While few can argue with the power of Thao with the Get Down Stay Down,  it’s still just a KRS release, good in exactly the same way good KRS releases have been for the past ten years.  Maybe this is the point when people stop getting excited about music, when it all kind of sounds the same anyways.  Time to return to the classics.

I was reading it all around the same time as the most recent Woodstock anniversary, and of course the public radio airwaves were playing to their demographic with interviews and documentaries about this one musical event that, for all it’s iconic power, was basically an apolitical exercise in turning youthful rebellion into money. For the most part, commentary was the sort of self-congratulatory crap I engaged in every week as host of Police and Thieves, the punk show. Most of those interviewed have gotten over the bad trips and moved on to cushy intellectual jobs, and, for the most part, all their fond memories of the event suggested to me that it would have been beyond shitty to have actually been there. The projected importance of the event, really, could be summed up in roughly a paragraph in any high school American history textbook.

I did, however, appreciate Dick Polman’s take on Woodstock, featured here: http://rocnow.com/article/opinion-syndicated-columns/2009908140362

In particular, his frank description of the futility of it all, “this notion that Woodstock was supposed to be more than a party, that it was supposed to define how a generation felt about itself, to crystallize its political and cultural potential. Looking back 40 years, Woodstock has managed only to inflate boomers’ expectations of themselves and, sadly, to amplify many of life’s inevitable disappointments.”

In the commentary he mentions the Abbie Hoffman incident, as if anyone needed another reason to think that the man who wrote “My Generation” was, in fact, one of the biggest asses of said generation. The generation who grew up to look the other way during the last ten years of scandal, the generation who quite literally couldn’t go more apeshit over shutting down Abu Ghraib if they were on LSD at the time that Katie Couric broke the news to them.  “Their generation” wanted the political protests to get the hell off the stage.

Which brings us back to the punk rock.  Hippies and punks, not so different.  Bob Dylan may have traded in his acoustic, but it was my generation that used those electric guitars as god intended- to make protest music as unlistenable as the protests themselves.  At this point, I still believe that better subcultures make better people.  Without didactic vegan hardcore I probably wouldn’t care where my groceries came from.  Without riot grrrl I probably wouldn’t know about minority empowerment.  Without punk, as a whole, I would not have any idea of how important it is to make our own media with our own message.

Maybe the more I age the more disappointment I will have in the complete inefficiency of the movement I associated with my youth.  I’m technically not out of that youth yet, but I like to think that I know how a real hippie, one who subscribed to the political aspect of the movement, feels when he or she walks into an American Eagle and sees empty symbols screenprinted on cotton spandex blends.  After all, the Hot Topic is three stores down.

Completely classic.  It’s this attitude that I appreciate most in song, from Johnny Paycheck’s “Take This Job and Shove It” to Twisted Sister’s “We’re Not Gonna Take It” to Cub’s “Who the Hell Do You Think You Are” to, well, really anything ever recorded by Public Enemy.   I’m actually shocked that there aren’t more songs that fall along these lines, it seems like such a universal topic.

Your assignment is to find the song in your collection that meets these criteria.  And if you don’t have a song that meets these criteria, maybe you need to stir up some drama in your life in order to need these sorts of songs, because clearly something is lacking.

You, whoever you are.  Fight this shit.  Say something.  Don’t waste the poor years of your life listening to or making music that says nothing about your real life.  This is just bad.  I miss punk rock so much I’d almost take another rap rock movement.

Man.

As this blog has become the Mother Stamper blog in the current absence of Police and Thieves the Punk Show, I bring you… Bake Sale of Columbia!

And for those that just can’t get enough of Bake Sale of Columbia’s hot summer jam ’08, Kathleen Who? (audio file)

the alamo

Also, Christmas brought many special surprises this year, but I’m most excited about this one:

Actually, it’s just a lot of work to do a good show and I’d feel guilty doing crap shows.  Stay tuned to this blog for continued music posts and news, I will be subbing occassionally and working on some other audio projects, probably to return this summer.

Thanks for listening.

Joe Roberts-I’ll Kill Myself for Christmas

Miss Ohio’s Nameless-Holiday Seasons

Xanadu Bathhouse Boys’ Choir-Hard Candy Christmas

Bake Sale of Columbia-Home Alone2 This Christmas

Miss Ohio’s Nameless-Jimmy

The Stocking Stuffers-Please, Santa, Make My Son Straight

The Bedroom Tapes-Christmas Time Again

Miss Ohio’s Nameless-Santa Saves the Venutians RAW

What a Waste-Toodle Doo the Christmas Elf

Miss Ohio’s Nameless-Facebook Jesus

Miss Ohio’s Nameless-Fruit Salad

That’s all for this Christmas Comp, post-Christmas posts to come post-Christmas.  Also, a reminder to check out Isaac’s new blog by clicking………………………………………………… HERE!!!