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07-29-15 Cecil the Lion
03-04-15 Thank you, Bibi! One less thing for Mikey and I to argue about!
07-03-14 We're back, but not quite
04-17-13 We're supposed to be dead
02-10-12 The real dirt on Obama
06-24-11 Why does it hurt when I email pictures of my Shmuck?
07-17-10 We WATCH FOX SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO
06-29-10 It's not a gaffe, assholes.
02-12-10 Joe's Nigerian Pen pal
02-11-10 A Prayer For Bill Clinton
01-31-10 Terrible Accident
01-29-10 New Blog
12-08-09 December 8 Blog
10-05-09 You Weren't There--The History of Chicago Punk 1977-1984
09-09-09 The Return of Grand Theft Radio to Live365.com
05-05-09 TEABAGGERS BEWARE: LEFTIST LIBERALS WITH FOUL MOUTHS...
02-11-09 Ice Cream flavors for Dubya
02-05-09 Lux Interior passed away.
02-04-09 Mikey Snot impersonations
12-10-08 Open Letter To The Baseball Hall of Fame
10-16-08 Yet Another Reprint
11-15-07 On Vacation in Little Egypt
10-07-07 Blog for the booing broken-hearted Cubs fans
08-04-07 Basement
08-03-07 washington post political compass
08-02-07 Nero, please...
07-23-07 Return of the Rude Truth
07-15-07 Buzz Fugazi at Lost Cross House, 1987
07-13-07 Buzz Fugazi is on vacation.
07-12-07 The Blog Remains The Same part 2
07-11-07 The Blog Remains The Same
06-15-07 Fred Thompson is running for President?
06-07-07 WGTR Buzz Fugazi You Tube
05-17-07 Mango Sex
04-16-07 Bar Mitzva Boy 30 Years Later
03-23-07 Clash of the photo opportunities
03-10-07 1976
03-08-07 Britney Spears Is A Punk Rocker
01-24-07 An Open Apology To The Groodies
12-18-06 We are on the road.
12-05-06 Dialectic with my readers.
11-29-06 An Open Letter from the President of Iran
10-31-06 Trick
or treat? Tangent Man is just saying...
10-30-06 We never were stay the course
10-11-06 Big Streaming Chunks Volume 1
09-13-06 The Unbearable Ambivalence I Feel
07-17-06 Panic In MySpace
06-29-06 The Pentagon Papers
06-15-06 Calling Truce With A Senator
06-14-06 Dear Cyber Pimp...
06-13-06 Professor
Chaos Apologizes To The Peace Rallies Before I Bust A Cap Into His Head
05-18-06 Ian Curtis R.I.P.
05-17-06 How
I Became The Guy Who Wants To Cut All The Trees Down
05-08-06 Chicago punk on MySpace
04-17-06 Professor
Chaos Hates Funeral Protesters From Westboro Baptist Church
04-11-06 Professor Chaos Hates The Peace Rallies
04-05-06 I'm 42, actually
03-25-06 Answer
the fucking question, Mr. President
03-06-06 First line is a default title for poems
02-28-06 Just
wondering:
02-22-06 Random Ambivalent Thoughts...
01-19-06 The New Test To Find Terrorists
12-31-05 Show 8
12-10-05 Jesus. I was there the day he died.
11-11-05 Left and Right Working Together
10-19-05 Not a messianic Jew
09-29-05 Copping a pose in the MSIG Army
09-23-05 Nightmare In Portage Park
08-09-05 Get Your War On by David Rees
07-27-05 MDC
coming in from myspace
07-19-05 Tangent
Man, Part 3
07-16-05 Cult of the Dork
07-13-05 Slow
Train To Blogtown
07-09-05 Big Shmooze
07-07-05 Putting Words In My Mouth
07-06-05 Too Legit To Quit
07-02-05 Ceasefire With GTR
07-01-05 Iraq Now!
06-30-05 Mid-life Crisis?
06-29-05 Tangent Man, Part 2
06-28-05 Tangent Man...
06-27-05 Underground Music Part 2
06-26-05 Satan?
06-25-05 Underground Music
06-24-05 MSIG
BASEMENT BLOG
06-23-05 Glad to be here in the matrix
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| Mid-life crisis? (the rock 'n' roll fantasies of Tangent Man) |
Thursday, June 30, 2005, Buzz Fugazi
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Subliminal brainwashing devices made Diet Christ addictive and life-threatening, but that's not my connection to Mikey. I blame RJ. No matter what a putz he could be toward me, or vice versa, RJ turned me onto great music and great people... and Taz, also.
RJ and I used to make a lot of noise together in the last years before college. We saw Cheaptrick at the Granada and the Ramones at Haymakers. Mike Meyers stole that Wayne's World guitar riff from RJ in his pre-Coffee Achievers, pre-Diet Christ days: da...da-da... da...da-da-da...da... zeeeeerrrrrrrrrrr!
Except for the fact they played better, there was a running garage band skit on Kids In The Hall that captured my experience nicely.
RJ destroyed the only existing recording we made on a two-track reel-to-reel. Some punker chick convinced him that they could get high smoking it in a bong. I love him, but I can never forgive him for saying I wasn't a good enough singer to be in his band and then ending up with Mikey.
Admittedly, I was very untalented on bass even by punk rock standards. I made Sid Vicious look like Dee Dee Ramone. I could also be very anti-social even by punk rock standards. I made RJ seem human (he's a nice guy, but he's the anti-Christ, so not actually human).
Yet, after over 20 years, during my last visit to C-dale... I jammed on guitar and RJ played drums. I had more fun than I ever had in my wildest Chicago power pop through an aluminum can recycler fantasies. I've talked to him many times about replacing that gone reel-to-reel with something even dirtier. It looks like it may finally happen sometime in the next couple of years. I'm reclaiming that part of my life I thought I left behind to pursue writing and politics. It's not about trying to shock, it's about catharsis and liberation. It's about exploding yourself with music so you don't explode yourself with bombs. Also, I must admit... my singing did make Mikey sound like Chicago jazz legend Johnny Hartman, but that does NOT disqualify me by punk rock standards. Jack Black was correct about a couple of things in that lame Rock School movie: 1) take Joan Cusak to a bar and get her drunk; 2) the purpose of rock music is to stick it to the man.
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