I recently found a cache of old mix tapes I’d made in high school. Lots of hiss and lousy recordings – I think some of them were third- or fourth-generation cassette-to-cassette dubs – but they brought back some memories, and I finally caved in and did some searching at Apple’s online iTunes Music Store, and, well, I splurged a little. Bad Brains, Cro-Mags, Black Flag, Government Issue, Circle Jerks, and of course the Dead Kennedys:
So it’s Halloween And you feel like dancin’ And you feel like shinin’ And you feel like letting loose
Whatcha gonna be Babe, you better know And you better plan Better plan all day
Better plan all week Better plan all month Better plan all year
You’re dressed up like a clown Putting on your act It’s the only time all year You’ll ever admit that
I can see your eyes I can see your brain Baby, nothing’s changed
You’re still hiding in a mask You take your fun seriously No, don’t blow this year’s chance Tomorrow your mold goes back on
After Halloween
You go to work today You’ll go to work tomorrow Shitfaced tonight You’ll brag about it for months
Remember what I did Remember what I was Back on Halloween
But what’s in between Where are your ideas You sit around and dream For next Halloween
Why not every day Are you so afraid What will people say
Why not every day Are you so afraid What will people say
After Halloween
Because your role is planned for you There’s nothing you can do But stop and think it through But what will the boss say to you
And what will your girlfriend say to you And the people out on the street they might glare at you And what do you know you’re pretty self-conscious too
So you run back and stuff yourself in rigid business costumes Only at night to score is your leather uniform exhumed Why don’t you take your social regulations And shove ‘em up your ass
Why don’t you take your social regulations And shove ‘em up your ass
Why don’t you take your social regulations And shove ‘em up your ass
(Dead Kennedys, “Halloween”)
Course, the day after Halloween is kind of a big day for me – the big twoscore less a finn – but this year, November 2 seems somehow a little more important to me. :-)
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Birthday Boy Thirty-something years ago, Mike was born, and shortly thereafter he was brought home from the hospital, replacing his father’s beloved pet at his mother’s behest. Maybe he’ll tell the story; I hope so.
Rob ·
Funny, I happen to have one of your Army mix-tapes in my car right now. I tried to get my wife to listen to it, but for some reason she just doesn’t get the velvet toned stylings of your type of music. Then again she thinks that Dream Theatre rocks.
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