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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcFRHY8eip7ImA9WxBSEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494</id><updated>2009-12-18T00:13:35.872-08:00</updated><title>Nothin' Sez Somethin'</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>223</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/NothinSezSomethin" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMDSXw9eSp7ImA9WxBSEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494.post-8304283721953587218</id><published>2009-12-17T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T11:34:38.261-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-17T11:34:38.261-08:00</app:edited><title>Loving Hurts so Good</title><content type="html">This is meant to be a Brumalian gift for dear friend Ib over at &lt;a href="http://siblingshot.blogspot.com/"&gt;SibLINGSHOT on the Bleachers&lt;/a&gt;. He's been laying out some sweet Holiday Dub &amp;amp; I've been trying to help out. So to Ib &amp;amp; Rose &amp;amp; family, the best always in life &amp;amp; love. This one's for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyqHGYM4k9I/AAAAAAAABkM/z_TaYVKSWF4/s1600-h/side+1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyqHGYM4k9I/AAAAAAAABkM/z_TaYVKSWF4/s400/side+1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416290045511898066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Susan Cadogan/Upsetters&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?dtttgrm352m"&gt;Hurt so Good b/w Loving is Good&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 7",&lt;br /&gt;Magnet Records MAG 23, 1970&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side A:&lt;br /&gt;Hurts so Good (Susan Cadogan)&lt;br /&gt;Side B:&lt;br /&gt;Loving is Good (The Upsetters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;produced &amp;amp; arranged by Lee "Scratch" Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyqG88I_FJI/AAAAAAAABkE/yT6LQGnjnxM/s1600-h/side+2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyqG88I_FJI/AAAAAAAABkE/yT6LQGnjnxM/s400/side+2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416289883360531602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;NØ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150115688344897494-8304283721953587218?l=nathannothinsez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/8304283721953587218/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150115688344897494&amp;postID=8304283721953587218&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/8304283721953587218?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/8304283721953587218?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2009/12/loving-hurts-so-good.html" title="Loving Hurts so Good" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05173344483008130833" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyqHGYM4k9I/AAAAAAAABkM/z_TaYVKSWF4/s72-c/side+1.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcGRHg5eyp7ImA9WxBSEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494.post-6477440323412646169</id><published>2009-12-13T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T18:23:45.623-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-17T18:23:45.623-08:00</app:edited><title>Black Humor</title><content type="html">I’ve been wanting to post this sucker for a while, just never got around to it. Well, here’s a Brumalian gift for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love God Love One Another&lt;/u&gt; was released on Fowl records, Dan Houser’s record label in a run of 1000. The covers were hand made, designed by creatively altering existing album covers. The record &amp;amp; individual cover art were well received. Black Humor played about four shows in San Francisco &amp;amp; then soon self-destructed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to Dan Houser about this time last year. He was living in Germany &amp;amp; expecting a baby any day. He said there were two labels interested in re-releasing &lt;u&gt;Love God Love One Another&lt;/u&gt;, but as he honestly quipped, it ‘was all talk’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyVtRO-u1EI/AAAAAAAABjw/WumswisbxQQ/s1600-h/my+black+humor+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyVtRO-u1EI/AAAAAAAABjw/WumswisbxQQ/s400/my+black+humor+front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414854269829305410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Black Humor&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?30ya2ji5tzm"&gt;Love God Love One Another&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Fowl Records 003, 1982.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side This:&lt;br /&gt;Undancing in the Dirt&lt;br /&gt;Next Step&lt;br /&gt;I Should’ve Let’em Die!&lt;br /&gt;Hometown Vigilante&lt;br /&gt;Zebra Killers&lt;br /&gt;You can have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyVtIk2vxmI/AAAAAAAABjo/cwxPcHb3erE/s1600-h/Insert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyVtIk2vxmI/AAAAAAAABjo/cwxPcHb3erE/s400/Insert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414854121082570338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side That:&lt;br /&gt;Dull People’s Rights o.k!&lt;br /&gt;Burn the Welcome Mat&lt;br /&gt;Neo-hippies&lt;br /&gt;Kill Themm!&lt;br /&gt;Aufwiedersehn Juden&lt;br /&gt;Karen Ann&lt;br /&gt;Too Stupid to Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;NØ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;: For those who are interested, here are two more versions of the cover to this slab o' vinyl. If anyone else would like to send in their covers, I'll post them all up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyrnOPiWxXI/AAAAAAAABkc/kSODYDsv9YY/s1600-h/a+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyrnOPiWxXI/AAAAAAAABkc/kSODYDsv9YY/s400/a+front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416395733741258098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyrnXE31rnI/AAAAAAAABkk/QzMpkOZ2qKs/s1600-h/blackhumor+front+oil.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyrnXE31rnI/AAAAAAAABkk/QzMpkOZ2qKs/s400/blackhumor+front+oil.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416395885497396850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150115688344897494-6477440323412646169?l=nathannothinsez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/6477440323412646169/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150115688344897494&amp;postID=6477440323412646169&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/6477440323412646169?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/6477440323412646169?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2009/12/black-humor.html" title="Black Humor" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05173344483008130833" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyVtRO-u1EI/AAAAAAAABjw/WumswisbxQQ/s72-c/my+black+humor+front.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQGQHs9cCp7ImA9WxBTFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494.post-1961990138730153197</id><published>2009-12-10T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:02:01.568-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-10T17:02:01.568-08:00</app:edited><title>The True Meaning of Brumalia</title><content type="html">I posted this last holiday season &amp;amp; deleted it after the holidaze. Numerous friends have been ‘suggesting’ that I re-instate it, so here it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyGX1ltzmcI/AAAAAAAABjY/fglPd-CPg1Q/s1600-h/Brumalia+celebration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyGX1ltzmcI/AAAAAAAABjY/fglPd-CPg1Q/s400/Brumalia+celebration.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413775173989145026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thousands of years before Christ, people worshipped the sun. The shortest day of the year was December 21st. When they realized the sun was returning for longer periods each day, they celebrated...on December 25th. They exchanged gifts in decorated boxes, sang songs, played games &amp;amp; feasted. They also believed mistletoe, holly berries &amp;amp; evergreen wreaths (round like the sun) were sacred. They used them to decorate their houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 12 Days of Brumalia was an internet event presented by The Residents &amp;amp; Residents.com in 2003 to celebrate the original holiday that the Roman Church adopted as Xmas. For 12 days, starting on December 25th, a new song was posted on Residents.com web site along with an illustration &amp;amp; a quote. On the 13th day, The Residents presented the epic musical work, The Feast of Epiphany. Ralph America compiled the audio tracks for a CD release in the summer of 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyGYIxSRtuI/AAAAAAAABjg/IZIT8z2rgc4/s1600-h/back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyGYIxSRtuI/AAAAAAAABjg/IZIT8z2rgc4/s400/back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413775503512418018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Residents.com:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Roman Catholic Church absorbed the Brumalian rituals around 350 A. D. In the fifth century the church ordered Xmas to be celebrated forever on the Brumalia, December 25, inasmuch as no certain knowledge of Christ’s birthday existed. The birthday of the sun, became the birthday of the son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you celebrate is not important. The important thing is to notice the circle, the cycle of life &amp;amp; acknowledge it with a bit of celebration. Each human is allowed a limited number of year cycles. Make this year count &amp;amp; do something cool.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyGXkAF7nhI/AAAAAAAABjI/RrKUNw9EZmo/s1600-h/faulty+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyGXkAF7nhI/AAAAAAAABjI/RrKUNw9EZmo/s400/faulty+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413774871832010258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Residents&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?tqlnkviziqz"&gt;The 12 Days of Brumalia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Ralph America RA17, 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyGXb_0n35I/AAAAAAAABjA/CqhWtMczG1I/s1600-h/corrected+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyGXb_0n35I/AAAAAAAABjA/CqhWtMczG1I/s400/corrected+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413774734320459666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;The True Meaning of Brumalia&lt;br /&gt;1st Day - Partridge Pairing&lt;br /&gt;2nd Day - Turtle Dove&lt;br /&gt;3rd Day - Chicken of the Oui&lt;br /&gt;4th Day - Calling Bird&lt;br /&gt;5th Day - Golden Rings&lt;br /&gt;6th Day - Lying Goose&lt;br /&gt;7th Day - Swami Swam&lt;br /&gt;8th Day - Maid Being Milked&lt;br /&gt;9th Day - Wiggling Wahines&lt;br /&gt;10th Day - Leaping &amp;amp; Lords&lt;br /&gt;11th Day - Pieta's Piper&lt;br /&gt;12th Day - Big Hand&lt;br /&gt;The Feast of the Epiphany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;NØ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150115688344897494-1961990138730153197?l=nathannothinsez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/1961990138730153197/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150115688344897494&amp;postID=1961990138730153197&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/1961990138730153197?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/1961990138730153197?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2009/12/true-meaning-of-brumalia.html" title="The True Meaning of Brumalia" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05173344483008130833" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyGX1ltzmcI/AAAAAAAABjY/fglPd-CPg1Q/s72-c/Brumalia+celebration.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMHQH05eip7ImA9WxBTE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494.post-3070228787381348988</id><published>2009-12-09T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:17:11.322-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-09T13:17:11.322-08:00</app:edited><title>Avengers</title><content type="html">The Avengers only managed two eps in their brief two-year existence but paved the way for female-led Punk bands. The band came together in early 1977 as the brainchild of two San Francisco Institute of Art students, Seattle immigré &amp;amp; vocalist Penelope Houston &amp;amp; drummer Danny Furious. Joined by guitarist Greg Ingraham &amp;amp; bass player Jon Postal, the band began their short career opening for The Nuns at the Mabuhay Gardens in June ‘77.  Shortly after this gig Jimmy Wisley took over on bass as Postal opted out to join The Readymades. This quartet proceeeded to demolish the Californian punk scene. The Avengers released the three-track ep &lt;u&gt;We Are the One&lt;/u&gt; for the Dangerhouse label in Dec. ‘77 (“We Are The One”, “I Believe in Me”, &amp;amp; “Car Crash”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Avengers opened for the Sex Pistols at Winterland for the Sex Pistols fated last show. This four-song ep was produced by Sex Pistol Steve Jones &amp;amp; engineered by Geza X. It was released on White Noise Records in 1979 just a few months after the Avenger broke up. “The American in Me” &amp;amp; “Uh Oh” are different versions than those released on the &lt;u&gt;Pink Album&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyASJ1HSKiI/AAAAAAAABi4/zb1k2WuYXZk/s1600-h/Avengers+front.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyASJ1HSKiI/AAAAAAAABi4/zb1k2WuYXZk/s400/Avengers+front.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413346712185088546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Avengers&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?32yijimiey2"&gt;Avengers ep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, White Noise Records WNR 002, 1979.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Side:&lt;br /&gt;The American in Me&lt;br /&gt;Uh Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyASBk07vII/AAAAAAAABiw/9qgehDnxYck/s1600-h/Avengers+back.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyASBk07vII/AAAAAAAABiw/9qgehDnxYck/s400/Avengers+back.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413346570374200450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Other Side:&lt;br /&gt;Corpus Christi&lt;br /&gt;White Nigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;NØ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150115688344897494-3070228787381348988?l=nathannothinsez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/3070228787381348988/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150115688344897494&amp;postID=3070228787381348988&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/3070228787381348988?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/3070228787381348988?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2009/12/avengers.html" title="Avengers" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05173344483008130833" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SyASJ1HSKiI/AAAAAAAABi4/zb1k2WuYXZk/s72-c/Avengers+front.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIAQHszeyp7ImA9WxBTE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494.post-7197564158088708206</id><published>2009-12-03T15:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:19:01.583-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-09T13:19:01.583-08:00</app:edited><title>Dim Stars</title><content type="html">Dim Stars were basically a punkstars collaborative project from the early 90s between downtown NYC legends: Richard Hell &amp;amp; Robert Quine of the Voidoids; Thurston Moore &amp;amp; Steve Shelley of Sonic Youth; &amp;amp; Don Flemming of 1/2 Japanese &amp;amp; Gumball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They released three singles &amp;amp; this one full length lp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dim Stars not only marked Hell’s first album of new material after an 8 year retirement from music, but also what has so far been the last bit of new music he has released (Hell recently released &lt;u&gt;Destiny Street Repaired&lt;/u&gt;, a re-edited of &lt;u&gt;Destiny Street&lt;/u&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u.destiny street=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SxhEA1i1MMI/AAAAAAAABiY/Kwt8e3SaVVM/s1600-h/Dim-Stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SxhEA1i1MMI/AAAAAAAABiY/Kwt8e3SaVVM/s400/Dim-Stars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411149733449511106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dim Stars&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://ifile.it/fvsrngo"&gt;Dim Stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Paperhouse Records paplp 014 (UK), 1992.&lt;/u.destiny&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u.destiny street=""&gt;&lt;/u.destiny&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u.destiny street=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side 1 -&lt;br /&gt;She Wants to Die  &lt;br /&gt;All My Witches Come True  &lt;br /&gt;Memo to Marty  &lt;br /&gt;Monkey  &lt;br /&gt;Natchez Burning (Chester Burnett) &lt;br /&gt;Stop Breakin' Down  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SxhD56HnLzI/AAAAAAAABiQ/xqkkO6DGTvE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SxhD56HnLzI/AAAAAAAABiQ/xqkkO6DGTvE/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411149614418439986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side 2 -&lt;br /&gt;Baby Huey (Do You Wanna Dance)  &lt;br /&gt;The Night is Coming On  &lt;br /&gt;Downtown at Dawn  &lt;br /&gt;Try This  &lt;br /&gt;Stray Cat Generation  &lt;br /&gt;Rip Off (Marc Bolan - saxophone by Jad Fair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;NØ&lt;/u.destiny&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150115688344897494-7197564158088708206?l=nathannothinsez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/7197564158088708206/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150115688344897494&amp;postID=7197564158088708206&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/7197564158088708206?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/7197564158088708206?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2009/12/dim-stars.html" title="Dim Stars" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05173344483008130833" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SxhEA1i1MMI/AAAAAAAABiY/Kwt8e3SaVVM/s72-c/Dim-Stars.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMCRXc8eyp7ImA9WxNaGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494.post-6053336515516661748</id><published>2009-12-03T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:47:44.973-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-03T14:47:44.973-08:00</app:edited><title>Update</title><content type="html">As requested by Garageland, I have re-upped &lt;a href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2008/08/luckily-we-had-some-rotenone.html"&gt;Ken Colyer's Jazzmen &amp;amp; Skiffle Group&lt;/a&gt; (featuring Alexis Korner) from 1954.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150115688344897494-6053336515516661748?l=nathannothinsez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/6053336515516661748/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150115688344897494&amp;postID=6053336515516661748&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/6053336515516661748?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/6053336515516661748?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2009/12/update.html" title="Update" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05173344483008130833" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEMRnc_fCp7ImA9WxNaGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494.post-4098663806018343108</id><published>2009-12-03T11:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:14:47.944-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-03T11:14:47.944-08:00</app:edited><title>Assfactor 4</title><content type="html">Assfactor 4 was a assfaster hardcore band from Columbia, South Carolina formed by ex-Tonka members Jay &amp;amp; Alex &amp;amp; ex-Unherd members Eric &amp;amp; Kevin. They got together in the fall of 1992. This album was recorded &amp;amp; mixed in 36 hours at Sweetwood Sounds, New Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assfactors are basically the obstacles that prevent us from living the kinds of lives we want to live, things like bosses or cops or parents or stupid rules. The point of this band was to overcome these obstacles, to refuse to acknowledge them or their power over us. You’re lucky if you only have four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SxgMkQUA5tI/AAAAAAAABiI/nSCJHTxM8Qo/s1600-h/assfactor4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SxgMkQUA5tI/AAAAAAAABiI/nSCJHTxM8Qo/s400/assfactor4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411088769279387346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Assfactor 4&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?x0twwqllzw2"&gt;Assfactor 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Old Glory Record NGR-18, 1995.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side 1 -&lt;br /&gt;Hey Stinky     &lt;br /&gt;Life is Wacky     &lt;br /&gt;I Reckon     &lt;br /&gt;Mama Yongue     &lt;br /&gt;Fuck Hate Breeders     &lt;br /&gt;This Shit is for the Birds     &lt;br /&gt;#1 Main     &lt;br /&gt;Dear Grampa     &lt;br /&gt;Burger-Rock     &lt;br /&gt;Billy I Got Your #     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side 2 -&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy     &lt;br /&gt;To the Powers that Be     &lt;br /&gt;Deliri-loco     &lt;br /&gt;Can't Fight the Feeling     &lt;br /&gt;Nuked up Dreams?     &lt;br /&gt;Rosewood     &lt;br /&gt;Attempted Control  (Code of Honor cover)&lt;br /&gt;Assfactor 4     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;NØ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150115688344897494-4098663806018343108?l=nathannothinsez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/4098663806018343108/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150115688344897494&amp;postID=4098663806018343108&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/4098663806018343108?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/4098663806018343108?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2009/12/assfactor-4.html" title="Assfactor 4" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05173344483008130833" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SxgMkQUA5tI/AAAAAAAABiI/nSCJHTxM8Qo/s72-c/assfactor4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08HRnc8cCp7ImA9WxNaE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494.post-6538603315327616807</id><published>2009-11-27T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T16:57:17.978-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-27T16:57:17.978-08:00</app:edited><title>All tied up Zero to Ø</title><content type="html">Always a band near &amp;amp; dear to this Ø, the Zeros formed in 1976 in Chula Vista, California. On vocals &amp;amp; guitar was Javier Escovedo of the super musickal Escovedo family. His brothers include: the famed Latin percussionists Coke &amp;amp; Pete(Pete’s daughter being Prince collaborator Sheila E); Mario, who fronted the hard-rock band The Dragons; &amp;amp; Alejandro  of The Nuns notoriety &amp;amp; lengthy solo career (his latest being 2008s &lt;u&gt;Real Animal&lt;/u&gt; produced by long-time Bowie cohort Tony Visconti). Robert Lopez also played guitar &amp;amp; now is more commonly know as El Vez. Filling out the group were Hector Penalosa on bass &amp;amp; Baba Chenelle on drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This records contains music recorded in 1977 &amp;amp; released on their first three 7"s (“Don’t Push Me Around” b/w “Wimp” - 1977, “Beat Your Heart Out” b/w “Wild Weekend” - 1978, &amp;amp; “Getting Nowhere Fast” b/w “They Say that [Everything’s Alright]” - 1980)  &amp;amp; unreleased material from that same year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SxB0JcP_qtI/AAAAAAAABh4/PxTm844WTYQ/s1600/zeros+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SxB0JcP_qtI/AAAAAAAABh4/PxTm844WTYQ/s400/zeros+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408950858022890194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Zeros&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?ymyj3aoymem"&gt;Don't Push Me Around&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, BOMP Records BLP 4035, 1991.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side A-&lt;br /&gt;Don't Push Me Around&lt;br /&gt;Wimp&lt;br /&gt;Main Street Brat&lt;br /&gt;Handgrenade Heart&lt;br /&gt;Beat Your Heart Out&lt;br /&gt;Wild Weekend&lt;br /&gt;Side B -&lt;br /&gt;Cosmetic Couple&lt;br /&gt;Rico Amour&lt;br /&gt;Beat Your Heart Out&lt;br /&gt;Getting Nowhere Fast&lt;br /&gt;She's Just a Girl on the Block&lt;br /&gt;They Say that (Everything's Alright)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;NØ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150115688344897494-6538603315327616807?l=nathannothinsez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/6538603315327616807/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150115688344897494&amp;postID=6538603315327616807&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/6538603315327616807?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/6538603315327616807?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-tied-up-zero-to.html" title="All tied up Zero to Ø" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05173344483008130833" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SxB0JcP_qtI/AAAAAAAABh4/PxTm844WTYQ/s72-c/zeros+cover.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcCQng9fip7ImA9WxNaEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494.post-8802550518689650367</id><published>2009-11-26T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:01:03.666-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-26T21:01:03.666-08:00</app:edited><title>Jerry's Kids</title><content type="html">How about this shit. A bunch of kids with muscular dystrophy making hardcore punk. Oh, wait a minute, not those Jerry’s Kids. This was one of the earliest Boston hardcore bands. They first appeared  on the Modern Method Records &lt;u&gt;This Is Boston, Not L.A.&lt;/u&gt; compilation in 1982. Shortly after, frontman Bryan Jones &amp;amp; rhythm guitarist Dave Aronson left the band. Bass player Rick Jones, Bryan’s brother picked up the vocals chores &amp;amp; Chris Doherty of Gang Green took over on rhythm guitar. They recorded this classic 12 song LP &lt;u&gt;Is This My World?&lt;/u&gt; on X-Claim in 1983.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Sw9bMsqJReI/AAAAAAAABhw/SBEItjPN53U/s1600/folder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Sw9bMsqJReI/AAAAAAAABhw/SBEItjPN53U/s400/folder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408641951199741410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jerry's Kids&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?2dix1qlmmmh"&gt;Is This My World?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Xclaim! Records X-6, 1983.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side A:&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Belong&lt;br /&gt;Cracks In The Wall / Tear It Up&lt;br /&gt;Crucify Me&lt;br /&gt;Break The Mold&lt;br /&gt;Raise The Curtain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Sw9bEnOoviI/AAAAAAAABho/sc75D-lO1vg/s1600/lyric+sheet.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Sw9bEnOoviI/AAAAAAAABho/sc75D-lO1vg/s400/lyric+sheet.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408641812303232546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side B:&lt;br /&gt;Vietnam Syndrome&lt;br /&gt;Build Me A Bomb&lt;br /&gt;New World&lt;br /&gt;Lost&lt;br /&gt;No Time&lt;br /&gt;Is This My World?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;NØ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150115688344897494-8802550518689650367?l=nathannothinsez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/8802550518689650367/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150115688344897494&amp;postID=8802550518689650367&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/8802550518689650367?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/8802550518689650367?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2009/11/jerrys-kids.html" title="Jerry's Kids" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05173344483008130833" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Sw9bMsqJReI/AAAAAAAABhw/SBEItjPN53U/s72-c/folder.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0INQ3w7cSp7ImA9WxNaEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494.post-9003616712587900331</id><published>2009-11-24T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T13:53:12.209-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-24T13:53:12.209-08:00</app:edited><title>Some more black Tar</title><content type="html">I’ve been smoking the Tar since the last post. Here's a couple more bindles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SwxPrvznApI/AAAAAAAABhY/sgpLqTeoKBk/s1600/TarJackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SwxPrvznApI/AAAAAAAABhY/sgpLqTeoKBk/s400/TarJackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407784865551024786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tar&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?wu0tzywt2uz"&gt;Jackson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Amphetamine Reptile Records AMREP 004, 1991.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side A -&lt;br /&gt;Short Trades &lt;br /&gt;Cross Offer &lt;br /&gt;Walking the King &lt;br /&gt;On a Transfer &lt;br /&gt;Trauma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side B -&lt;br /&gt;Dark Mark &lt;br /&gt;Goethe &lt;br /&gt;Tellerman &lt;br /&gt;Land Luck &lt;br /&gt;Viaduct Removal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SwxPjk8Rb7I/AAAAAAAABhQ/L8jCHw7OQ20/s1600/Roundhouse+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SwxPjk8Rb7I/AAAAAAAABhQ/L8jCHw7OQ20/s400/Roundhouse+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407784725195616178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tar&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?jtnyymuymzh"&gt;Roundhouse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Amphetamine Reptile Records ARR 11/108, 1990.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side A -&lt;br /&gt;Les Paul Worries &lt;br /&gt;Cold &lt;br /&gt;Glass Grief &lt;br /&gt;Pick One &lt;br /&gt;Black Track &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side B -&lt;br /&gt;Bad Box &lt;br /&gt;Mercury Block &lt;br /&gt;Gag Reflex &lt;br /&gt;Thermos &lt;br /&gt;Jurbo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;NØ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150115688344897494-9003616712587900331?l=nathannothinsez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/9003616712587900331/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150115688344897494&amp;postID=9003616712587900331&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/9003616712587900331?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/9003616712587900331?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-more-black-tar.html" title="Some more black Tar" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05173344483008130833" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SwxPrvznApI/AAAAAAAABhY/sgpLqTeoKBk/s72-c/TarJackson.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4DQHc_cSp7ImA9WxNbFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494.post-7279314762035755867</id><published>2009-11-19T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T19:16:11.949-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-19T19:16:11.949-08:00</app:edited><title>Tar - Handsome</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SwYBdWJMZNI/AAAAAAAABgw/QVQgu2MZUD8/s1600/Tar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SwYBdWJMZNI/AAAAAAAABgw/QVQgu2MZUD8/s400/Tar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406010006376834258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Stumble posted up the Tar &lt;u&gt;Teetering&lt;/u&gt; 7“ over at &lt;a href="http://www.lastdaysofmanonearth.com/blog/"&gt; Last Days of Man on Earth 2.0&lt;/a&gt; so if you want more info about the band &amp;amp; whatnot, go over there. It just got me listening to &amp;amp; thinking about Tar again. It had been a while. Now I’m doing more of the same for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engineered by Steve Albini May 7-8,1988 (“Mumper”, “Seam”, &amp;amp; “Mel’s”) &amp;amp; September 3,1988 (“Same”) &amp;amp; Iain Burgess September 17-18,1988 (“Static” &amp;amp; “Downtime”). Surprisingly enough, the tracks engineered by Burgess are the more ‘noise’ tracks &amp;amp; the Albini tracks are more straight ahead ‘punk rawk’, except for one, the almost ButtholeSurferish in-yer-face standout track of the mini,”Mel’s”. All songs mixed by Iain Burgess &amp;amp; Tar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recorded in the basement. Mixed upstairs in the back room off the kitchen. The basement flooded while we were upstairs mixing Downtime. Sorry Steve. Insert was nixed. These are the highlights:See these teeth...I will stay at the machine...shoo di no weh...Meet the rate...Gave you the gift...One more thing...&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SwYBHMthLoI/AAAAAAAABgo/sooEA95G-UA/s1600/Tar+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SwYBHMthLoI/AAAAAAAABgo/sooEA95G-UA/s400/Tar+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406009625887714946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tar&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?myytznygznj"&gt;Handsome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mini-lp,&lt;br /&gt;Amphetamine Reptile Records ARR 89160-1, 1989.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Static Side:&lt;br /&gt;Static&lt;br /&gt;Mumper&lt;br /&gt;Same&lt;br /&gt;(secret track)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downtime Side:&lt;br /&gt;Downtime&lt;br /&gt;Seam&lt;br /&gt;Mel’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;NØ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150115688344897494-7279314762035755867?l=nathannothinsez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/7279314762035755867/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150115688344897494&amp;postID=7279314762035755867&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/7279314762035755867?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/7279314762035755867?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2009/11/tar-handsome.html" title="Tar - Handsome" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05173344483008130833" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SwYBdWJMZNI/AAAAAAAABgw/QVQgu2MZUD8/s72-c/Tar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UHQno5cSp7ImA9WxNbE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494.post-1235899589932929768</id><published>2009-11-15T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:27:13.429-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-15T16:27:13.429-08:00</app:edited><title>Peace Thru Vandalism</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SwCb2hunogI/AAAAAAAABgc/GnUXTgy43KI/s1600/vandals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SwCb2hunogI/AAAAAAAABgc/GnUXTgy43KI/s400/vandals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404490913913741826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace thru Vandalism...the debut EP by So-Cal punk rock band The Vandals, released in 1982 on Epitaph Records (EPI-V1). Fast punk rock with humorous, tongue-in-cheek lyrics &amp;amp; subject matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vandals here were: Stevo Jensen - vocals; Jan Ackermann - guitar; Steve Pfauter - bass;  &amp;amp; Joe Escalante - drums with Brad Gurewitz (Bad Religion guitarist &amp;amp; Epitaph records founder) on back-up vocals for “Anarchy Burger”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SwCbtsPvScI/AAAAAAAABgU/GOUJ5Kgnw2w/s1600/Vandals+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SwCbtsPvScI/AAAAAAAABgU/GOUJ5Kgnw2w/s400/Vandals+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404490762118187458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Vandals&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://mediafire.com/download.php?wj3nno5lhnm"&gt;Peace Thru Vandalism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Side 1:&lt;br /&gt;Wanna Be Manor&lt;br /&gt;Urban Struggle&lt;br /&gt;The Legend of Pat Brown&lt;br /&gt;Side 2:&lt;br /&gt;Pirate's Life&lt;br /&gt;H.B. Hotel (Elvis Presley cover)&lt;br /&gt;Anarchy Burger (Hold the Government)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;NØ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150115688344897494-1235899589932929768?l=nathannothinsez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/1235899589932929768/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150115688344897494&amp;postID=1235899589932929768&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/1235899589932929768?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/1235899589932929768?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2009/11/peace-thru-vandalism.html" title="Peace Thru Vandalism" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05173344483008130833" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SwCb2hunogI/AAAAAAAABgc/GnUXTgy43KI/s72-c/vandals.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IFQHo7fyp7ImA9WxNQEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494.post-7428809947386299423</id><published>2009-09-17T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:18:31.407-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-17T16:18:31.407-07:00</app:edited><title>&amp; thanks for the memories!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SrLCRzt-O1I/AAAAAAAABck/J8oJ77qY6HY/s1600-h/nathan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SrLCRzt-O1I/AAAAAAAABck/J8oJ77qY6HY/s400/nathan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382578115857759058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From left &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Artiste&lt;/span&gt; Mark Ritch working the soundboard &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bon vivant&lt;/span&gt; Henry Lee aka NØ&lt;br /&gt;taken at the notorious Poopoopalooza debacle better known as Punchupaloser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I mentioned in the Zarkons post, Tuesday past was my two year anniversary here at Nothin' Sez Somethin'. I've never given a rat's ass about whether or not anyone comments, though I am indeed thankful to all who do &amp;amp; try to respond in kind, but when my TWO YEAR mark came &amp;amp; went with nary a word, not even from my so-called netfriends,  well...in the words of Blue Cheer to Bill Graham when he denied them a slot on the last days of Fillmore West extravaganza, "Fuck you &amp;amp; thanks for the memories!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NØ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150115688344897494-7428809947386299423?l=nathannothinsez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/7428809947386299423/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150115688344897494&amp;postID=7428809947386299423&amp;isPopup=true" title="17 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/7428809947386299423?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/7428809947386299423?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2009/09/thanks-for-memories.html" title="&amp; thanks for the memories!" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05173344483008130833" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SrLCRzt-O1I/AAAAAAAABck/J8oJ77qY6HY/s72-c/nathan.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">17</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEHQHs9fCp7ImA9WxNRGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494.post-5257277833462349911</id><published>2009-09-14T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:13:51.564-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-14T17:13:51.564-07:00</app:edited><title>Like a Plutonium Coughdrop</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jim Carrol - R.I.P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Sq7aDdfGu4I/AAAAAAAABcU/JN5NWq0t48g/s1600-h/Jim+Caroll+WSB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Sq7aDdfGu4I/AAAAAAAABcU/JN5NWq0t48g/s400/Jim+Caroll+WSB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381478357743876994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bill &amp;amp; Jim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Sq7acq8uK5I/AAAAAAAABcc/JBsBJTFx5NE/s1600-h/Punk_Globe_Jim_Carroll_Poem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Sq7acq8uK5I/AAAAAAAABcc/JBsBJTFx5NE/s400/Punk_Globe_Jim_Carroll_Poem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381478790854486930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned one night the other way,&lt;br /&gt;faster than I should have&lt;br /&gt;and this beam of purple light shot&lt;br /&gt;slowly from your wrists like a tired&lt;br /&gt;lazer, straight to my eyes...and&lt;br /&gt;dyed them blue, I swear...then I tilted&lt;br /&gt;back my head to suck it to my lips,&lt;br /&gt;and felt it melt down in layers&lt;br /&gt;like a plutonium coughdrop...I turned&lt;br /&gt;the other way to hear the reverberations&lt;br /&gt;of purple light in the hollow of its flux,&lt;br /&gt;it was the sound that steals snowbirds&lt;br /&gt;from the wire to sing...we sleep, we&lt;br /&gt;sleep without dreams, too distant from&lt;br /&gt;the mirror...imitating clarity...&lt;br /&gt;disguising childhood terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned the other way...always turn&lt;br /&gt;the other way. One night you kissed me you&lt;br /&gt;were drunk. I thought of Candy Darling&lt;br /&gt;in 1971, the back room of Max’s Kansas City&lt;br /&gt;with Jackie Curtis, leading me out the back&lt;br /&gt;door with Lou, changing places in&lt;br /&gt;the alley-way until the circle was full&lt;br /&gt;and the snow turned to fire while the birds&lt;br /&gt;wept on the wire for the purple light to&lt;br /&gt;sing. We went back inside...it was&lt;br /&gt;empty and we didn’t care. Candy&lt;br /&gt;was dying and she didn’t care...&lt;br /&gt;Ginger, why don’t you smile next time&lt;br /&gt;they take your picture? Why are you&lt;br /&gt;looking so sad in each photograph?&lt;br /&gt;©1980 - Jim Carroll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Sweet Prince,&lt;br /&gt;NØ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150115688344897494-5257277833462349911?l=nathannothinsez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/5257277833462349911/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150115688344897494&amp;postID=5257277833462349911&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/5257277833462349911?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/5257277833462349911?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2009/09/jim-carroll-rip.html" title="Like a Plutonium Coughdrop" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05173344483008130833" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Sq7aDdfGu4I/AAAAAAAABcU/JN5NWq0t48g/s72-c/Jim+Caroll+WSB.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQFRHk9cSp7ImA9WxNRGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494.post-8363810608723194579</id><published>2009-09-13T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:38:35.769-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-14T14:38:35.769-07:00</app:edited><title>Look into the Eyes of the Beacon Street Union</title><content type="html">Though part of the trinity with Ultimate Spinach &amp;amp; Orpheus in the MGM scheme for '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Boss Sound of Bosstown&lt;/span&gt;', The Beacon Street Union was a far superior band. They were second only to Boston’s Listening (who released the phenomenal eponymous album) in reality. But like other bands used in the Bosstown promotion, the Beacon Street Union suffered from the hype, &amp;amp; although both their albums made the charts, they never had much of a chance to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosstown Sound was originally a publicity campaign by Alan Lorber of MGM started in January 1968. The idea was to present the groups on his label (Ultimate Spinach, The Beacon Street Union &amp;amp; Orpheus) as a package. The Bosstown Sound was to echo the San Francisco Sound that was very big at the time. The hype was a big turn off to the rock critics &amp;amp; rock audiences. Record sales never materialized. The campaign backfired &amp;amp; became an albatross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Sq3KVI2eJJI/AAAAAAAABb8/lOamxRMoQOY/s1600-h/Time+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Sq3KVI2eJJI/AAAAAAAABb8/lOamxRMoQOY/s400/Time+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381179594279625874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME Magazine, May 10, 1968: “&lt;u&gt;THE EYES OF THE BEACON STREET UNION&lt;/u&gt; (MGM). Among today's sound- saturated rock groups, The Beacon Street Union is refreshingly rare: it recognizes the existence of twin stereo speakers and utilizes them to separate its music into two compatible components.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone agrees, citing the band as too eclectic (late 60s???) , but The Union deserved better management &amp;amp; better acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beacon Street Union were:John Lincoln Wright - vocals;Paul Tartachny - lead &amp;amp; rhythm guitar;Wayne Ulaky - bass;Robert Rhodes - keyboards; &amp;amp; Richard Weisberg - drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Sq3KJRMrxoI/AAAAAAAABb0/84-0qJZahSQ/s1600-h/Beacon+Eye+gatefold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Sq3KJRMrxoI/AAAAAAAABb0/84-0qJZahSQ/s400/Beacon+Eye+gatefold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381179390361847426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Beacon Street Union&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://drop.io/wgtptqk#"&gt;The Eyes Of The Beacon Street Union&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MGM Records SE 4517, 1968.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side A:&lt;br /&gt;My Love Is&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Delilah&lt;br /&gt;Sportin' Life&lt;br /&gt;Four Hundred &amp;amp; Five&lt;br /&gt;Mystic Mourning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side B:&lt;br /&gt;Sadie Said No&lt;br /&gt;Speed Kills&lt;br /&gt;Blue Avenue&lt;br /&gt;South End Incident (I'm Afraid)&lt;br /&gt;Green Destroys the Gold&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet (4:33)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Sq3J6NB0mSI/AAAAAAAABbs/BUuKjP6w7eQ/s1600-h/front+cover.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Sq3J6NB0mSI/AAAAAAAABbs/BUuKjP6w7eQ/s400/front+cover.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381179131544508706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Beacon Street Union&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php/o2ny23mzw2m"&gt;The Clown Died In Marvin Gardens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MGM Records SE 4568, 1968.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side A:&lt;br /&gt;The Clown Died In Marvin Gardens&lt;br /&gt;The Clown's Overture&lt;br /&gt;Angus Of Aberdeen&lt;br /&gt;Blue Suede Shoes (Carl Perkins cover)&lt;br /&gt;A Not Very August Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Now I Taste The Tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Sq3JxPvYBkI/AAAAAAAABbk/yYeMD4LGBos/s1600-h/back+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Sq3JxPvYBkI/AAAAAAAABbk/yYeMD4LGBos/s400/back+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381178977653622338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side B:&lt;br /&gt;King Of The Jungle&lt;br /&gt;May I Light Your Cigarette&lt;br /&gt;Baby Please Don't Go&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;NØ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150115688344897494-8363810608723194579?l=nathannothinsez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/8363810608723194579/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150115688344897494&amp;postID=8363810608723194579&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/8363810608723194579?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/8363810608723194579?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2009/09/look-into-eyes-of-beacon-street-union.html" title="Look into the Eyes of the Beacon Street Union" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05173344483008130833" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Sq3KVI2eJJI/AAAAAAAABb8/lOamxRMoQOY/s72-c/Time+cover.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQER3YzcCp7ImA9WxNRGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494.post-1174468525780225333</id><published>2009-09-12T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:35:06.888-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-13T00:35:06.888-07:00</app:edited><title>Between the Idea &amp; the Reality...Falls the Shadow</title><content type="html">It's been a great week for me &amp;amp; musick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Tuesday is my two year anniversary at Nothin' Sez Somethin' &amp;amp; I was trying to come up with somethin' good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got a package from a friend of mine who lives in Massachusetts. He is a vinyl collector. He pillages the eastern seaboard for collectible vinyl. He occasionally sells off doubles he's accumulated or stuff he no longer listens to or wants. I never pay more than $5 per platter. I always have a standing order for certain types &amp;amp; genres of musick, plus certain specific request, so although I never know exactly what I'll be getting in my Care packages, Steiner never fails to come through &amp;amp; enthrall. In Friday's treasure trove were many wonders of vinyl heaven that I'll be getting to as time permits...but there were two ethereal gems with which to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off was an album from 1968 by a Boston band that I have been looking for for years, which I see on ebay sometimes being offered in the $40 - $60 range...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Beacon Street Union&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Eyes of...&lt;/span&gt; I had this disc back in the day. I finally wore it out I played it so much. Classic Boss Sound of Bosstown with just that somethin' to make it special. When I listened to it yesterday, I remembered the songs as if it was, well, yesterday that I had last heard it...but not in the way that I usually remember old favorites long unheard. They were fresh as my lover's smile in my mind. I had the strangest feeling that they were, unbeknown to me, the soundtrack of my deepest dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found an unexpected unrequested star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've followed this blog for long, you probably have heard me blather on about &lt;a href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2008/07/f-f-how-about-to-z.html"&gt;The Alleycats &amp;amp; The Zarkons&lt;/a&gt;. Well, for a long time I've been looking for The Zarkons final album from 1988...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Between the Idea &amp;amp; the Reality...Falls the Shadow&lt;/span&gt;. Well, lo &amp;amp; behold, there it was...&amp;amp; here it is. Although this was released as The Zarkons were in terminal meltdown, it is one hella great album in this man's opinion. If you're not sure, try "Shoot the Moon" for a taste. I think you'll be back to the platter for seconds. I'll get to the other things later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SqyeOtlQXXI/AAAAAAAABbc/cVIFzApgGn0/s1600-h/Zarkons+front+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SqyeOtlQXXI/AAAAAAAABbc/cVIFzApgGn0/s400/Zarkons+front+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380849630392114546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Zarkons&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://drop.io/mnubsjx"&gt;Between the Idea &amp;amp; the Reality...Falls the Shadow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Atlantic 81846, 1988.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side A:&lt;br /&gt;Heart Full of Soul&lt;br /&gt;Just Who We Are?&lt;br /&gt;Rodeo Rider&lt;br /&gt;Miasma of Illusion&lt;br /&gt;The Hunchback in the Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SqyeGQGT59I/AAAAAAAABbU/30eS_W9NHlY/s1600-h/Zarkons+back+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SqyeGQGT59I/AAAAAAAABbU/30eS_W9NHlY/s400/Zarkons+back+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380849485038741458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side B:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/28/2204126/ShoottheMoon.mp3"&gt;Shoot the Moon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the Ruins&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Horse&lt;br /&gt;In the Realm of the Zarkons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;NØ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150115688344897494-1174468525780225333?l=nathannothinsez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/1174468525780225333/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150115688344897494&amp;postID=1174468525780225333&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/1174468525780225333?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/1174468525780225333?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2009/09/between-idea-realityfalls-shadow.html" title="Between the Idea &amp; the Reality...Falls the Shadow" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05173344483008130833" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SqyeOtlQXXI/AAAAAAAABbc/cVIFzApgGn0/s72-c/Zarkons+front+cover.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQCRnk_fyp7ImA9WxNREE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494.post-6640092553197665512</id><published>2009-09-03T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:02:47.747-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-03T20:02:47.747-07:00</app:edited><title>My Government is My Soul</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SqCChwgWKMI/AAAAAAAABbM/87WuK_w-Mm0/s1600-h/BQ+band+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 354px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SqCChwgWKMI/AAAAAAAABbM/87WuK_w-Mm0/s400/BQ+band+photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377441471548238018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was posting up the cassette-only release &lt;u&gt;The Last Supper&lt;/u&gt;, I was re-listening to it &amp;amp; was reminded that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bourbonese Qualk&lt;/span&gt; is an extremely excellent band that I haven't revisited nearly enough as of late. I am remedying that situation now, by listening to all of their material that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Julian Gilbert &amp;amp; Steven Tanza left the group (to pursue writing &amp;amp; form the band The State, respectively), Simon Crab, original founding member &amp;amp; musical mastermind of Bo-Qu reformed the group with Miles Miles (guitar &amp;amp; other instruments) &amp;amp; Owen 'If' Rossiter (drums). The re-formed Bourbonese Qualk trio spent the next 3 years (1987-90) in a recording silence constantly touring Europe. Out of these years came the highly acclaimed LP &lt;u&gt;My Government is My Soul&lt;/u&gt; released in 1990 on their own New International label. &lt;u&gt;My Government Is My Soul&lt;/u&gt; is a more polished live-sounding album which occasionally hints at a rockier, slightly more commercial-edged sound than their earlier releases. It's a collection of hauntingly quiet passages, broken by unusually emotive angst, filled with sequenced bass rhythms, endless percussion &amp;amp; wonderfully noise-ridden synthesized voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read about the early years of Bourbonese Qualk &amp;amp; the infamous Ambulance Station over at Simon Crab's great site, &lt;a href="http://crab.wordpress.com/2008/11/28/live-series-2-the-london-ambulance-station/"&gt;The Stalker&lt;/a&gt;. You can also download the entire Bo-Qu back catalogue at their &lt;a href="http://www.bourbonesequalk.net/"&gt; Archives&lt;/a&gt;, which documents their work from the beginnings in 1980 until the end in 2002, when, following the untimely death of guitarist Miles Miles in October of that year, the remaining members decided to disband the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SqCCCYqusOI/AAAAAAAABa8/6okKCPeOwuI/s1600-h/b-qualk+my+gov+is+my+soul.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SqCCCYqusOI/AAAAAAAABa8/6okKCPeOwuI/s400/b-qualk+my+gov+is+my+soul.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377440932573393122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bourbonese Qualk&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?jztykdyhnym"&gt;My Government is My Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New International Recordings/FünfUndVierzig 34, 1990.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featured on this release: Simon Crab - voice &amp;amp; electronics; Miles Miles - guitar &amp;amp; saxophone; Owen If (Rossiter) - drums &amp;amp; percussion; &amp;amp; Kif Cole - live sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side A:&lt;br /&gt;Guilt&lt;br /&gt;Let It Go&lt;br /&gt;Ton Ton Macoute&lt;br /&gt;Know Your Enemy&lt;br /&gt;Eist&lt;br /&gt;Knock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side B:&lt;br /&gt;Murmur&lt;br /&gt;Keep Pushing&lt;br /&gt;Forget The Past&lt;br /&gt;Decide&lt;br /&gt;The Last Thing We Have Is Choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;NØ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150115688344897494-6640092553197665512?l=nathannothinsez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/6640092553197665512/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150115688344897494&amp;postID=6640092553197665512&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/6640092553197665512?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/6640092553197665512?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-government-is-my-soul.html" title="My Government is My Soul" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05173344483008130833" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SqCChwgWKMI/AAAAAAAABbM/87WuK_w-Mm0/s72-c/BQ+band+photo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08NRHoyfip7ImA9WxNSGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494.post-3303758252547101864</id><published>2009-09-02T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:38:15.496-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-02T18:38:15.496-07:00</app:edited><title>Word Falling...Photo Falling...Towers Open Fire</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Sp8baEn334I/AAAAAAAABas/CSRePCVprxI/s1600-h/the_fugs_with_bill_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Sp8baEn334I/AAAAAAAABas/CSRePCVprxI/s400/the_fugs_with_bill_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377046614835191682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Something for the ears...&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/28/2204126/VirginForest.mp3"&gt;The Fugs - Virgin Forest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Sp8cEzvSLNI/AAAAAAAABa0/QjMkYdckR1A/s1600-h/Port+of+Saints+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Sp8cEzvSLNI/AAAAAAAABa0/QjMkYdckR1A/s400/Port+of+Saints+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377047349037247698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something for the eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;u&gt;Port of Saints&lt;/u&gt; 1973 - William S. Burroughs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Drifting sand, fish smells &amp;amp; dead eyes in doorways, shabby quarters of a forgotten city. I was beginning to remember the pawn shops, guns &amp;amp; brass knuckles in a window, chili parlors, cheap rooming houses, a cold wind from the sea. Dead eyes seemed to be looking at some distant beginning to remember the boy, an old skating rink...any minute now...Who said Atlantic City?...wire rusty around jagged holes...Van's Surgery...writing croaker...Globe Hotel...Great Atlantic Accident...name address hotel quite right?...a number...police line ahead frisking seven boys against a wall. Too late to turn back, they'd seen us. &amp;amp; then I saw the photographers, more photographers than a routine frisk would draw. I eased a film grenade into my hand. A cop stepped toward us. I pushed the plunger down &amp;amp; brought my hands up, tossing the grenade into the air. A black explosion blotted out the set &amp;amp; we were running down a dark street toward the barrier. Behind us the city went up in chunks." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;NØ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150115688344897494-3303758252547101864?l=nathannothinsez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/3303758252547101864/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150115688344897494&amp;postID=3303758252547101864&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/3303758252547101864?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/3303758252547101864?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2009/09/word-fallingphoto-fallingtowers-open.html" title="Word Falling...Photo Falling...Towers Open Fire" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05173344483008130833" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Sp8baEn334I/AAAAAAAABas/CSRePCVprxI/s72-c/the_fugs_with_bill_s.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIDQn4-fCp7ImA9WxNSFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494.post-1609600102954665136</id><published>2009-08-29T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:16:13.054-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-30T20:16:13.054-07:00</app:edited><title>The Last Supper</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Spmxv7uJw8I/AAAAAAAABak/H5BbrP-M5wA/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Spmxv7uJw8I/AAAAAAAABak/H5BbrP-M5wA/s400/poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375523067286635458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great cassette-only industrial (&amp;amp; other) release from 1984.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SpmxdDHDsVI/AAAAAAAABaU/c9p6cfqj8UE/s1600-h/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SpmxdDHDsVI/AAAAAAAABaU/c9p6cfqj8UE/s400/cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375522742852628818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Various Artists&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?zmmz21jxj5n"&gt;The Last Supper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Adventures In Reality ARR 007, 1984.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPK&lt;/span&gt; - Ich Klage An (Euthanasia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPK&lt;/span&gt; - Satori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gorilla Aktiv&lt;/span&gt; - Spiegelbild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gorilla Aktiv&lt;/span&gt; - Ottos Pornos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Autentisk Film&lt;/span&gt; - Polaroid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smersh&lt;/span&gt; - X, X, X, Going On L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bourbonese Qualk&lt;/span&gt; - In The Flesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Test Dept.&lt;/span&gt; - Forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Audio Leter&lt;/span&gt; - A 'Lot' Of Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muslimgauze&lt;/span&gt; - Metropolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muslimgauze&lt;/span&gt; - Trans/Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tex Mirror H&lt;/span&gt; - Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attrition&lt;/span&gt; - Mr. Toma (I Looked But It Was Gone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;NØ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150115688344897494-1609600102954665136?l=nathannothinsez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/1609600102954665136/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150115688344897494&amp;postID=1609600102954665136&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/1609600102954665136?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/1609600102954665136?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-supper.html" title="The Last Supper" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05173344483008130833" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/Spmxv7uJw8I/AAAAAAAABak/H5BbrP-M5wA/s72-c/poster.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ICRXc5eyp7ImA9WxNUF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494.post-3768331342181864894</id><published>2009-08-26T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:19:24.923-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-08T17:19:24.923-08:00</app:edited><title>The Madison...dig that crazy dance</title><content type="html">Found this recently on &lt;a href="http://infinitefool.blogspot.com/"&gt;Infinite Foolishness&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQWx6TXWw1Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQWx6TXWw1Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;NØ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150115688344897494-3768331342181864894?l=nathannothinsez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/3768331342181864894/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150115688344897494&amp;postID=3768331342181864894&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/3768331342181864894?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/3768331342181864894?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2009/08/madisondig-that-crazy-dance.html" title="The Madison...dig that crazy dance" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05173344483008130833" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAAQ3szcSp7ImA9WxNSE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494.post-2769516792846028512</id><published>2009-08-26T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:45:42.589-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-26T20:45:42.589-07:00</app:edited><title>Exploits</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SpX6fUMpDtI/AAAAAAAABaM/JsZXvwziIrI/s1600-h/Alfred+Jarry+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SpX6fUMpDtI/AAAAAAAABaM/JsZXvwziIrI/s400/Alfred+Jarry+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374477146241175250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Something to listen to while you read...&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/28/2204126/NeverNever.mp3"&gt;Little Dragon - Never Never&lt;/a&gt; (2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm reading Alfred Jarry. Most noted for the avant-garde black comedy Ubu plays (&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ubu Roi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ubu Enchaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ubu Cocu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;), however, &lt;u&gt;Exploits &amp;amp; Opinions of Dr. Faustroll, Pataphysician&lt;/u&gt; is a much more sublime endeavor. 'Pataphysics revolves about the truth of contradictions &amp;amp; exceptions. When writing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faustroll&lt;/span&gt;, Jarry suggested that he was writing over everyone's head, including his own &amp;amp; would have to experience death in order to catch up with himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Faustroll&lt;/span&gt;, the good Doctor is hounded for back rent of 372,000 francs 27 centimes for the past 11 quarters by Rene-Isidore Panmuphle, bailiff attached to the Civil Court of First Instance of the Department of Seine in session at Paris, who inventories &amp;amp; then seizes Faustroll's library of the twenty-seven most excellent volumes, as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Baudelaire, a volume of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E.A. Poe translations&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bergerac, &lt;u&gt;Works, Volume II&lt;/u&gt;, containing &lt;u&gt;The History of the States &amp;amp; Empires of the Sun&lt;/u&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;u&gt;The           History  of Birds&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;u&gt;The Gospel According to St. Luke&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in Greek&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bloy, &lt;u&gt;The Ungrateful Beggar&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;5. Coleridge, &lt;u&gt;The Rime of the Ancient Mariner&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;6. Darien, &lt;u&gt;The Thief&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;7. Desbordes-Valmore, &lt;u&gt;The Oath of the Little Men&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;8. Elskamp, &lt;u&gt;Illuminated Designs&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;9. An odd volume of &lt;u&gt;The Plays of Florian&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;10. An odd volume of &lt;u&gt;The Thousand &amp;amp; One Nights&lt;/u&gt;, in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Galland translation&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;11. Grabbe, &lt;u&gt;Scherz, Satire, Ironie &amp;amp; tiefere Bedeutung&lt;/u&gt; comedy in three acts;&lt;br /&gt;12. Kahn, &lt;u&gt;The Tale of Gold &amp;amp; of Silence&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;13. Lautreamont, &lt;u&gt;The Lays of Maldoror&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;14. Maeterlinck, &lt;u&gt;Aglavaine &amp;amp; Selysette&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;15. Mallarme, &lt;u&gt;Verse &amp;amp; Prose&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;16. Mendes, &lt;u&gt;Gog&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;17 &lt;u&gt;The Odyssey&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teubner&lt;/span&gt;'s edition;&lt;br /&gt;18. Peladan, &lt;u&gt;Babylon&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;19. Rabelias&lt;br /&gt;20. Jean de Chilra, &lt;u&gt;The Sexual Hour&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;21. Henri de Regnier, &lt;u&gt;The Jasper Cane&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;22. Rimbaud, &lt;u&gt;The Illuminations&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;23. Schwob, &lt;u&gt;The Children's Crusade&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;u&gt;Ubu Roi&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;25. Verlaine, &lt;u&gt;Wisdom&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;26. Verhaeren, &lt;u&gt;The Hallucinated Landscapes&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;27. Verne, &lt;u&gt;Voyage to the Center of the Earth&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faustroll manages to take Panmuphle prisoner &amp;amp; escapes in a skiff that travels on both water &amp;amp; land, with the bailiff tamed by drink &amp;amp; chained to his seat, along with the "twenty-seven equivalent books" &amp;amp; a hydrochephalous baboon, Bosse-de-Nage (bottom-face) who speaks only the two syllables 'Ha ha!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from "Concerning the Forest of Love" (chapter 14):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Like a tree frog out of water, the skiff edged forward, drawn by its suction disks along a smooth descending road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In this district of Paris no omnibus had ever passed, nor railway, nor tramway, nor bicycle, nor probably any openwork boat with a copper skin, moving upon three rollers...Here, instead of street lamps we could see ancient monuments of carved stone, green statues crouching down in robes folded in the shape of hearts; heterosexual ring-dancers blowing into unmentionable flageolets; finally, a seaweed-green calvary in which the eyes of the women were like nuts cloven horizontally by the suture line of their shells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Ha ha!' said Bosse-de-Nage, without further commentary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thus I remained in charge of the skiff with the baboon cabin boy, who passed the time by jumping on my shoulders &amp;amp; pissing down my back; but I beat him back with blows from a bundle of writs &amp;amp; observed with curiosity...the demeanor of the gaily dressed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They were seated beneath a great archway, behind which was a second, &amp;amp; behind these there blazed the greenness &amp;amp; fatness of a historiated field of cabbages. Between the arches were tables &amp;amp; pitchers &amp;amp; benches set out in a barn &amp;amp; on a threshing floor, crowded with people dressed in sapphire-blue velvet, with diamond shaped faces &amp;amp; down-colored hair, the furry surface of the earth &amp;amp; of the people's necks being both like cows' hair. Men were wrestling in a blue &amp;amp; yellow meadow, disturbing sand-gray toads whose frightened croaks reached me in the boat; couples danced gavottes; &amp;amp; the bagpipes, from on top of the freshly drained barrels, droned out the flight of ribbons of white tinsel &amp;amp; violet silk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Each of the two thousand dancers in the barn offered to Faustroll a girdlecake, hard cube-shaped milk, &amp;amp; different liqueurs in glasses as thick as a Bishop's amethyst is wide &amp;amp; holding less than a thimbleful.  The doctor drank from them all. Each person threw a pebble into the sea, stinging the blisters on my hands, novice oarsman that I was, as I held them up to protect myself...stinging the multicolored cheeks of Bosse-de-Nage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Ha ha!' he growled, to express his fury...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The doctor returned to the sound of bells, with two big maps of the country...one representing realistically, worked in tapestry, the forest surrounding the triangular space: the rose-red foliage rising above the blue mass of the grass, &amp;amp; the groups of women, the wave of each group with its crest of white bonnets breaking gently against the ground, in an eccentric circle of dawn shadow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; on it was written: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Forest of Love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the second map were enumerated all the products of this happy land, men at the market with their plump yellow pigs, themselves plump &amp;amp; blue, stuffed into their clothes like sausages. They were all as blown up as the cheeks of a bagpiper, as full of wind as a bagpipe or a stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We rubbed the adipose cheeks of the hydrocephalous baboon against the slide rails of the felt seat; &amp;amp; when I had taken up the oars once more, &amp;amp; Faustroll had taken the tiller's silken guide ropes, I crouched &amp;amp; stretched out once again in the alternating movement of the oarsman, over the conjoined waves of the dry land."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much travel through strange lands like that above, Faustroll starts a holocaust &amp;amp; Bosse-de-Nage dies, giving rise to an in-depth analysis of his cryptic "Ha ha!" After this, Faustroll sets Henri Rousseau in charge of a 'painting machine' to embellish the works of art in the Luxembourg Museum. The painting machine, named Clinamen, spazzes in an orgy of creative violence &amp;amp; produces thirteen paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrift in a sea of this artifice, Faustroll must avoid collision with the creations &amp;amp; maneuvers the skiff into an 'aqueduct six hundred meters wide' &amp;amp; 'along with the canal barges were vomited into the river' where at the age of sixty-three, he makes the 'gesture of dying'. His body unrolls like a tight-wound scroll, revealing the future &amp;amp; a treatise on 'pataphysics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Ha ha!', he says succinctly; &amp;amp; he did not lose himself in further considerations.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150115688344897494-2769516792846028512?l=nathannothinsez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/2769516792846028512/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150115688344897494&amp;postID=2769516792846028512&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/2769516792846028512?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/2769516792846028512?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2009/08/exploits.html" title="Exploits" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05173344483008130833" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SpX6fUMpDtI/AAAAAAAABaM/JsZXvwziIrI/s72-c/Alfred+Jarry+cover.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMMSX05eCp7ImA9WxNREUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494.post-1882325746127457944</id><published>2009-08-20T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:48:08.320-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-05T11:48:08.320-07:00</app:edited><title>I've got Dengue Fever</title><content type="html">...but I'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAY ELEVEN...I'M IN HEAVEN, MR. ORANGE! (rhymes with doorhinge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/So29gqZ6KGI/AAAAAAAABZ8/yGNwNTfWMFs/s1600-h/dengue+fever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/So29gqZ6KGI/AAAAAAAABZ8/yGNwNTfWMFs/s400/dengue+fever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372158299359291490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dengue Fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/So29Vpm6HxI/AAAAAAAABZ0/4vcxp0SGbrU/s1600-h/Dengue+band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/So29Vpm6HxI/AAAAAAAABZ0/4vcxp0SGbrU/s400/Dengue+band.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372158110166818578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;EVERYDAY...A NEW TRACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Dr. Benway prescribes: One new &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Venus on Earth&lt;/span&gt; ™  dose daily for the next 11 days. If we're not completely hooked on the cure by the third day, then we must be dead already, just not willing to admit it. I'm more than glad to oblige the good Docktor. If you've got &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Fever&lt;/span&gt;, you might want to treat your symptoms daily as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Hands&lt;br /&gt;Clipped Wings&lt;br /&gt;Tiger Phone Card&lt;br /&gt;Woman In The Shoes&lt;br /&gt;Sober Driver&lt;br /&gt;Monsoon Of Perfume&lt;br /&gt;Integratron&lt;br /&gt;Ocean Of Venus&lt;br /&gt;Laugh Track&lt;br /&gt;Tooth &amp;amp; Nail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/28/2204126/MrOrange.mp3"&gt;Mr. Orange&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair thee well, me bruthers, fair thee well,&lt;br /&gt;NØ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150115688344897494-1882325746127457944?l=nathannothinsez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/1882325746127457944/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150115688344897494&amp;postID=1882325746127457944&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/1882325746127457944?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/1882325746127457944?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-got-dengue-fever.html" title="I've got Dengue Fever" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05173344483008130833" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/So29gqZ6KGI/AAAAAAAABZ8/yGNwNTfWMFs/s72-c/dengue+fever.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkENSH46eyp7ImA9WxNTE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494.post-5739603135796518995</id><published>2009-08-15T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:18:19.013-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-15T15:18:19.013-07:00</app:edited><title>What's New? - Shits &amp; Giggles</title><content type="html">Just got my copy of Shits &amp;amp; Giggles first release, &lt;u&gt;Trick or Treat&lt;/u&gt;. For those of you who haven't heard, it's Ariel Pink &amp;amp; the cats from Vas Deferens Organization (Eric Lumbleau, Jay Jernigan, Christopher Moock, &amp;amp; Matt Castille). It's on 180 gram vinyl from the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freedopeandfuckinginthestreets.com"&gt;Free Dope &amp;amp; Fucking in the Streets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; label (a VDO,er,well...organization).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SocvVhw-WcI/AAAAAAAABZs/Pix5sHggaeU/s1600-h/Trick+or+Treat+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SocvVhw-WcI/AAAAAAAABZs/Pix5sHggaeU/s400/Trick+or+Treat+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370313127550147010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/11/28/2204126/TrickorTreat.mp3"&gt;title track&lt;/a&gt; for a little taste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;: The bassist left a comment on the previous &lt;a href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2008/04/nasal-sex.html"&gt;Nasal Sex&lt;/a&gt; post that he had come across a handful (7) of the original unopened &lt;u&gt;Golly&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;(Shove a Baloney Sandwich up Your Butt)&lt;/u&gt; lps, if anyone is interested, leave a comment here. I'll facilitate.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150115688344897494-5739603135796518995?l=nathannothinsez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/5739603135796518995/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150115688344897494&amp;postID=5739603135796518995&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/5739603135796518995?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/5739603135796518995?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-new-shits-giggles.html" title="What's New? - Shits &amp; Giggles" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05173344483008130833" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SocvVhw-WcI/AAAAAAAABZs/Pix5sHggaeU/s72-c/Trick+or+Treat+cover.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMMRHkzfCp7ImA9WxJbE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494.post-3788986851229598691</id><published>2009-07-23T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:01:25.784-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-23T15:01:25.784-07:00</app:edited><title>It's Them</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SmjcwnbBh9I/AAAAAAAABZU/4gfsmtQH_M4/s1600-h/thembackcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SmjcwnbBh9I/AAAAAAAABZU/4gfsmtQH_M4/s400/thembackcover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361778084158736338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Van Morrison became a grumpy curmudgeon, there was Belfast's own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their first release was the single "Don't Start Crying Now" b/w "One Two Brown Eyes" which failed to cause a ripple in the music world. Then an appearance on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ready Steady Go&lt;/span&gt; along with The Rolling Stones &amp;amp; the release of their second single "Baby Please Don't Go" b/w "Gloria" started things rolling for Them. "Here Comes the Night" quickly followed &amp;amp; leaped to #2 on the British charts, only failing to reach #1 because of that B (eatles) band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album was released in the UK on Decca as &lt;u&gt;The Angry Young Them&lt;/u&gt; &amp;amp; in the US by Parrot as &lt;u&gt;Them featuring Here Comes the Night&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album line-up consisted of: Van Morrison - lead vocals, song-writer, &amp;amp; tenor saxophone;  Billy Harrison - lead guitar; Alan Henderson - bass; John McAuley - drums, piano, &amp;amp; harmonica; &amp;amp; new member Peter Bardens - organ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SmjcZk-3BLI/AAAAAAAABZM/a8IHpjY55yA/s1600-h/themcoverlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SmjcZk-3BLI/AAAAAAAABZM/a8IHpjY55yA/s400/themcoverlarge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361777688366744754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Them&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://drop.io/adgf0e7"&gt;Them featuring Here Comes the Night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Parrot Records PA61005, 1965.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side 1&lt;br /&gt;Here Comes the Night&lt;br /&gt;Mystic Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't Look Back&lt;br /&gt;Little Girl&lt;br /&gt;One Two Brown Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Gloria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side 2&lt;br /&gt;One More Time&lt;br /&gt;If You &amp;amp; I Could Be as Two&lt;br /&gt;I Like it Like That&lt;br /&gt;I'm Gonna Dress in Black&lt;br /&gt;(Get Your Kicks on) Route 66&lt;br /&gt;Go on Home Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;NØ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150115688344897494-3788986851229598691?l=nathannothinsez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/3788986851229598691/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150115688344897494&amp;postID=3788986851229598691&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/3788986851229598691?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/3788986851229598691?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-them.html" title="It's Them" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05173344483008130833" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SmjcwnbBh9I/AAAAAAAABZU/4gfsmtQH_M4/s72-c/thembackcover.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYMRngzeip7ImA9WxJbEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150115688344897494.post-8095280583042293156</id><published>2009-07-19T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:29:47.682-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-19T16:29:47.682-07:00</app:edited><title>The Nothing Changes</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SmOqYpSNOBI/AAAAAAAABY4/A91CpIwPiRk/s1600-h/Bug+Jack+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SmOqYpSNOBI/AAAAAAAABY4/A91CpIwPiRk/s400/Bug+Jack+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360315321876822034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got finished re-reading Norman Spinrad's epic &lt;u&gt;Bug Jack Barron&lt;/u&gt;. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;godfather&lt;/span&gt; of the cyberpunk movement is my estimation. If you haven't..., you should have. In the immortal (literally) words of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The Black Shade&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(last penultimate paragraph before the epilogue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You, out there, you suckers, you!"&lt;br /&gt;he shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at the thing you made! We all made..., we always make...,because there'll always be men who know the Big Secret: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;we can all be bought&lt;/span&gt;. Who wants to die? Who wants to live in a rat-trap? Who wants to eat garbage? They know it, &amp;amp; they suck on it---politicians! Power-junkies, giving you just enough to keep you bought with Welfare &amp;amp; Medicare &amp;amp; Niggercare &amp;amp; nice-sounding Lies; crumbs from the table, is all! Just enough &amp;amp; not a crumb more. Hold your noses &amp;amp; take a good look around you for a change---we've got a thousand...calling themselves Governors, Congressmen, Senators, Presidents. What are you gonna do about it? Sit on your fat asses like you always have? Or maybe go out &amp;amp; get yours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, suckers, had enough? Or are you gonna let it go on &amp;amp; on &amp;amp; on till you die? Just remember, though, when you die now, you die alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/12/2/1621578/NothingChanges.mp3"&gt;The Kilimanjaro Darkjazz Ensemble - The Nothing Changes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;NØ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150115688344897494-8095280583042293156?l=nathannothinsez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/feeds/8095280583042293156/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150115688344897494&amp;postID=8095280583042293156&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/8095280583042293156?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150115688344897494/posts/default/8095280583042293156?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nathannothinsez.blogspot.com/2009/07/nothing-changes.html" title="The Nothing Changes" /><author><name>NØ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547707021973240126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05173344483008130833" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-aW5X6pXR6Q/SmOqYpSNOBI/AAAAAAAABY4/A91CpIwPiRk/s72-c/Bug+Jack+cover.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry></feed>
