the postscript

In what is fast becoming my tradition, I'm going to waste a few more minutes and beef up my post numbers with a postscript.

I've just come from Beatrice's blog, the one I had tagged for a while, if you ever clicked that link, before I decided that he might trace the tag here to something else and learn all kinds of things about himself that I simply can't say to his face. And then, things would get awkward, like last night, when I think he squeezed a nut off when he thought I was asleep. I'm only going off of the sounds I heard, though, so I could be wrong. If he wasn't doing that, I have absolutely no clue as to what was going on. Unless he swallows a lot of spit.

Anyway, Let's Go, Rancid's second album, has just come around again, we're on tracknumberfour, "Salvation". I like this music better than Karfilov's ska stuff, but it's the little punk in me talking, who thinks thinks brass players are pretty much just a great big waste of stage space. Hard to hop around and throw fits when you're squeezing six other guys up there, give me a drum kit over bones any day. If you blow I'm not harping on you, too much, but I think a fundamental of punk music is the ability to be punk, and I'm sorry but certain instrumentation is just too damned inappropriate. Get me started on the Clash, I dare you.

Ska is clean punk, I guess. Accessible. Punk is not about options.

Anyway, Beatrice posted his "Get Psyched Mix." We're suckers for HIMYM here, and Beatrice spent days perfecting his take on Barney Stinson's royalty-pumped menagerie.

I have no idea what's going on my Get Psyched Mix because I don't have that much free time. Off the top of my head, T. Rex's Twentieth Century Boy and something from the a-side of Jane's Addiction's Nothing Shocking. But, I'm thinking a slot titled, "Any Rancid Song" would fit quite nicely onto this list. Except for Salvation. It's simply too damned slow.