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Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").
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disease, deficiencies, and contagion Thursday, March 6 1997 Thing to say today: We live on a scratching dog.I also did two loads of laundry today since cleanliness (especially clean socks) is a possible step along the path to good health. Throwing away that beautiful grey lint which is caught in the dryer's lint trap always offends me somehow. Surely if every day the lint was saved, in a month's time there would be enough to knit a sweater.
So today when I was at Plan 9 I picked up a copy of the Decendent's 1996 CD, Everything Sucks, used, for $6. It's a finely produced (i.e. not low fi) recording, but low fi is not what I look for in punk rock, it's what I expect from the more personal music of experimental bands. This album is good, if a little on the short side. The lyrics and melodies are, well, kind of sweet. They have a poppy anthemic quality about them while still displaying real feelings of angst, mostly related to rejection by girls. Heartbreak is a beautiful topic for pop music, and well-suited to melodic punk rock. This was the discovery that Green Day made and that's why they are as famous as they are today. But there's a nasty darkness here in the Descendents, heightened no doubt by their occasionally strange ideas of tonality (listen to track 10: "Hateful Notebook"). So the angst comes across as more sincere with the Descendents than it ever did with Green Day. Of course, unlike self-described punks, I actually rather like a number of Green Day songs. It's just that I can't see myself buying music I've heard played to death on mainstream "modern rock" radio. Back at my house all I could think to do was go to sleep. It was only a little past 7pm, and I couldn't really sleep. I suffered from low-level misery from congestion, gum trouble and the nasty chasm that has opened at the base of the smallest toe on my left foot. The thing I most feared was that my friends would come by and all I'd be able to do is say I was sick and they'd have to oblige me with reassuring grunts. But no one came for me. I sort of miss the days when no one came to visit me. Even when my friends DO ignore me, it isn't the same. The chance they might come is enough to keep me on edge. At work I massaged my gum anomaly and complained to blixa in Sam 'n' Ellas.
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