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August 3rd, 2010


Look, it’s Lily Burana’s future husband!!

Dead Kennedys were THE SHIT for me when I was young, along with Black Flag and some others of course. I would totally pore over the words and be all FUCK REAGAN and think about how I was going to dye my hair black and take drugs and change the world. I chose Berkeley for college solely because East Bary Ray went there and they gave me work study. DKs were one of the first shows I ever went to, at Alpine Village. I was particularly interested to see if Jello would throw up on stage, but I can’t remember now if he did or not. It was so awesome to be with other people who were negative and unhappy and angry, unlike the people at my school who were deeply caught up in the eternal battles of Jocks vs Stoners vs Surfers and also who was getting a Porsche for their 16th birthday.

Years later I covered Jello’s obscenity trial for my school newspaper. It was pretty intense. I remember Ruth from Mordam was treated as a hostile witness! I thought that was completely rad. Later of course Ruth totally hated me and Darby and Mordam wouldn’t distribute Ben is Dead because it wasn’t male punk enough. Asshole.

In like 1990 or 1991, when I was working for the film production company, they wanted to do a courtroom drama of the Jello case. We flew him down for a meeting and all this stuff and man, it sucked. Jello was a total dick, he kept complaining about his hotel room, and trying to weasel money out of my boss, and he ordered like a 20 lb steak at dinner, I was horrified. He totally shit talked everyone else in the band and wanted to cut them out of the deal. Nevertheless, I will always honor those records, and all the stuff Alternative Tentacles did. They brought the world to me when I needed it most.

August 3rd, 2010

I Am A Victim Of This Song/I Never Dreamed I’d Lose Somebody Like You

Pippilotti Rist, “I am a victim of this song,” 1995. More: “Foolish Games,” Jewel; “Unbreak My Heart,” Toni Braxton, “Careless Whisper,” Wham, “I Want You,” Elvis Costello, “Inside of Love,” Nada Surf, “I Want to Know What Love Is,” Foreigner, “Sweet Child ‘O Mine,” GnR.

Rebecca, Heather, Esther and I saw Pippilotti perform in 1996 at the National Museum of Women in the Arts in Washington, DC. The woman who introduced her gave a brief bio, then added, “And she’s very pretty!”