G’Day.

I was giving thanks for Political type things today and remembered one of the first things that started the Dem and Roots revolution.

Steven Colbert facing down the Prez and all of those stunned journalists at the awards dinner was a huge milestone in the shifting of momentum. Didn’t K.O. kick into overdrive right after that too?

Whatever the case, one of the bravest and funniest things I’ve ever witnessed.

US Could Bomb Iran Nuclear Sites in 2007: Analysts

President George W. Bush could choose military action over diplomacy and bomb Iran’s nuclear facilities next year, political analysts in Washington agree.

“I think he is going to do it,” John Pike, director of Globalsecurity.org, a military issues think tank, told AFP.

“They are going to bomb WMD facilities next summer,” he added, referring to nuclear facilities Iran says are for peaceful uses and Washington insists are really intended to make nuclear bombs, or weapons of mass destruction (WMD).

… oh, *that* Dirksen!

For some famous Everett Dirksen quotes:
http://www.brainyquote.com/quo…..rksen.html

Will the new Congress rescind the War Emergency Act or whatever Bushie’s blank check is called?

Party On, Dirk.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/…..45_pf.html

Police Agree to Protester Reforms

Lawsuit Alleging Abuse During 2001 Inauguration Is Settled

The D.C. police department agreed yesterday to pay $685,000 and take steps to protect protesters from police abuse and ensure their rights to settle a lawsuit over the treatment of demonstrators at President Bush’s inauguration in 2001.

Thanks Jane,

This must have been shot shortly after I left San Francisco for New York but it does bring back the feelings. Dirk was quite a prize and I had some nasty exchanges with him over the years. Miss the Mabuhay but not the landlord.

Wow Jane-had no idea you & Howie went way back.
And if you didn’t know that you knew eachother then, well thats doubly cool. I love when life happens that way.

Much gratitude and thankfulness to all-

Al Gore has written a great editorial for The Telegraph (UK) on global warming and our generational mission – and the possibility we could be the next Greatest Generation should we rise to the challenge.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/cor…..amp;page=0

ot: speaking about Alice’s restaraunt- family is looking for upscale not outragous place to stay in Berkshires next June…must be able to accomidate one person who can’t do stairs so one room ground level OR elevator…

thanks

This is much more my speed than Alice’s Restaurant. I’m much more of a dirty punk than a dirty hippie. I hated the Deadheads in HS. ANARCHY IN THE USA!!!!

Sorry Jane,

I hadn’t seen the earlier post. Can’t say why Dirk decided he didn’t like me but still not glad he’s gone as he did very good things. Just was saying I didn’t miss his attitude and thought he was still with us. I’ll never post again without checking all the way through the previous threads.

what a great video. mab was such a dump by the time i got to the bay area in 1983 – all metal shows then; that was the time. the rise of yngwie.

for me, punk shows were at the starwood, masque, wongs and dumps barely with any names, all in la where i was from.

my parents didn’t even know where the fuck i was most of the time.

alison james @
13

Sorry Jane,

I hadn’t seen the earlier post. Can’t say why Dirk decided he didn’t like me but still not glad he’s gone as he did very good things. Just was saying I didn’t miss his attitude and thought he was still with us. I’ll never post again without checking all the way through the previous threads.

Yeah he was not always Susie Sunshine but he did some important stuff. Very tempermentally suited for his job ;)

Yay! I’m a bit late for the last thread, but we played Alice’s Restaurant on the way over to the parents’ for Thanksgiving Dinner today. I was too young to be a hippie in the heyday, but old enough to learn that protests and activism were cool.

I give thanks for all of you and what we’ve achieved together, and the knowledge that this is just the beginning!

Oklahoma kiddo @ 3

President George W. Bush could choose military action over diplomacy and bomb Iran’s nuclear facilities next year, political analysts in Washington agree.blockquote>

He could, but somehow I don’t see him getting a blank check from Congress for this one, nor the new Congress sitting still if he does it. Still, Bush may just be that politically suicidal at this point.

I’m pretty sure it’s out of print, but if you run across a copy of “How to Massage Your Cat” by Alice (that Alice), grab it. It’s hilarious.

“Grasp the ears firmly, and pull back until you hear the click.”

“A well-massaged cat will remain in this position for some time…”

Redshift @ 17

I’m pretty sure it’s out of print, but if you run across a copy of “How to Massage Your Cat” by Alice (that Alice), grab it. It’s hilarious.

“Grasp the ears firmly, and pull back until you hear the click.”

“A well-massaged cat will remain in this position for some time…”

“Did we mention that the cat should be declawed and anesthetized before you attempt this? Sorry about that.”

I went to college in West Texas during the late ’70s and early ’80s. We had to mail order music from Rough Trade in S.F. just to get good music. The rednecks hated us. Kind of like the movie “S.L.C. Punk” except a smaller city and meaner rednecks. It was great.

The Mabuhay was a sort of Punk Shangri La that we had heard about, but never really seen. One guy went to S.F. one summer and his tales of the S.F. music scene would regale us “South Plains Punks” through the winters of our discontent. The best stories were always about The Mabuhay Gardens.

Every generation or subset thereof has their identifier I guess. I suppose this was mine…

When I’m drivin’ in my car
And a man comes on the radio
He’s telling me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to fire my imagination
I can’t get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that’s what I say. I can’t get no satisfaction

http://www.keno.org/stones_lyr…..ction.html

The punk thing passed me by, I liked Joan Jett though ; )

EvilDrPuma @
16

Oklahoma kiddo @ 3

President George W. Bush could choose military action over diplomacy and bomb Iran’s nuclear facilities next year, political analysts in Washington agree.blockquote>

He could, but somehow I don’t see him getting a blank check from Congress for this one, nor the new Congress sitting still if he does it. Still, Bush may just be that politically suicidal at this point.

One can hope bush is de-clawed and anesthetized before to long…That attack,will change the lives of all americans in ways to horrible to dwell on..looking into the abyss too long…

Inventor @
19

I went to college in West Texas during the late ’70s and early ’80s. We had to mail order music from Rough Trade in S.F. just to get good music. The rednecks hated us. Kind of like the movie “S.L.C. Punk” except a smaller city and meaner rednecks. It was great.

The Mabuhay was a sort of Punk Shangri La that we had heard about, but never really seen. One guy went to S.F. one summer and his tales of the S.F. music scene would regale us “South Plains Punks” through the winters of our discontent. The best stories were always about The Mabuhay Gardens.

Ditto in the cornfields of Indiana, except no one from here ever made it to SF or SoCal. We did have some folks regale us with stories of CBGBs from time to time because they could jump trains in downtown Indy that would get them to NYC.

I used to mail order from Rough Trade as well. There was exactly one newspaper stand in town that had Maximum RocknRoll and my buddies and I would panhandle to get the money to buy a copy and share it amongst each other. 80s radio around here was either Def Leppard/Bob Seger, country or sugary Prince and Madonna pop. We didnt get alternative radio until about 9 months after Nirvana hit with Smells Like Teen Spirit. Dark times but fond memories.

spent a lot of nights at cbgb’s … ramones, dictators with handsome dick manitoba, blondie, and more … and my brother’s band The Rousers. Alternate nights at Maxs with Wayne County dj-in’

great time, great music … adventurous bathrooms!

whoa, stumbled on this thread and what memories. prob rubbed shoulders with you a time or 2 at the Mab. what a flashback. thanks!

Siun…

If you’re listening. Van Morrison! This man is so good. Looking at ACL. Thx for the rec.

Siun-
there’s a great book out with photos from 30 years of cbgbs, and the bathrooms are on the inside front and back covers.

it’s a great book with some great photos. it has an intro by hilly kristal and a after word by david byrne.

it’s called Thirty Years from the Home of Underground Rock
CBGB & OMFUG

Millineryman – I’ll have to look for that!

and OK – Van is surely the man!

Folks – don’t miss Howie’s message before he takes off for parts adventurous:

http://downwithtyranny.blogspo…..a-del.html

goodness, we will miss him but triple goodness, we are so blessed to get to work with him!

As we are blessed with the wondrous writers here at FDL who have filled this day with thought and wit and righteous outrage …

Ahhh…the memories.

Hitchin’ to SF by myself in 69, living in an Apt on Haight and Ashbury, selling Berkeley Barbs for food money…ahhh…the memories…or was I imagining all that? *g*

Cozumel @
20

The punk thing passed me by, I liked Joan Jett though ; )

Don’t feel badly. Lately, I’m of the opinion that just about everything passed me by. :)

I hope everyone enjoyed their holiday.

Presented in rememberence.

Red Line Blues

I was fast asleep that morning on the day the buildings fell,
And the platform where I’d sing that afternoon was gone as well,
And I cried for all of those on whom my livelyhood depends,
When I saw the downtown covered in the ashes of my friends.

So I gathered up my old guitar for a gentle Christmas show,
I could hardly bear the sadness, but I knew I had to go,
‘Cause I heard that red line crying, sadly comin’ round the bends,
Kickin’ up amid the subway dust, the ashes of my friends.

I want to thank you for indulging this old subway serenade,
‘Cause it’s never been about how much or little I was paid,
I just stopped by to tell your hearts that true Love never ends,
And to sing this lonesome love song to the ashes of my friends.

I was fast asleep that morning on the day those towers fell,
And the platform where I’d sing that afternoon was gone as well,
And I cried for all of those on whom my livelyhood depends,
When I saw that downtown covered in the ashes of my friends.

David Teller

Cozumel @ 20

Every generation or subset thereof has their identifier I guess.

I feel lucky; Ms. Redshift was a bit younger than me, so she kind of yanked me out of what would have been my “generation” music (late 70s — the Eagles and such are fine, but I’m glad they’re not the soundtrack to my life.) That enabled me to do the same for her, and we’ve been able to pick and choose much of the best as we go along, without ever having to switch to the “classic” station to find all of “our” music.

Subway Serenade @ 30

I hope everyone enjoyed their holiday.

Presented in rememberence.

Red Line Blues

I was fast asleep that morning on the day the buildings fell,
And the platform where I’d sing that afternoon was gone as well,
And I cried for all of those on whom my livelyhood depends,
When I saw the downtown covered in the ashes of my friends.

So I gathered up my old guitar for a gentle Christmas show,
I could hardly bear the sadness, but I knew I had to go,
‘Cause I heard that red line crying, sadly comin’ round the bends,
Kickin’ up amid the subway dust, the ashes of my friends.

I want to thank you for indulging this old subway serenade,
‘Cause it’s never been about how much or little I was paid,
I just stopped by to tell your hearts that true Love never ends,
And to sing this lonesome love song to the ashes of my friends.

I was fast asleep that morning on the day those towers fell,
And the platform where I’d sing that afternoon was gone as well,
And I cried for all of those on whom my livelyhood depends,
When I saw that downtown covered in the ashes of my friends.

David Teller

I’ve never run across this song before. Wow.

Never saw the DK’s in SF, but caught them a couple of times in San Diego (where I grew up). “California Uber Alles,” “Kill the Poor” and some of their other songs are as timely as ever.

Only show I ever saw at the fab mab was Savage Republic in 85.

Been lurking here for awhile; it took the DK’s to bring me out of the closet. Hello firepups.

Happy Turkey day

Hey:: Hope this isn’t too depressing…but if you are going to self publish than So Shall I>>>>

Day of the Dead at the Sea

All new poems are about the dead because
we write of the future, of desperate
blue seas, of Dad, and of Alexandra
and Harry and 3000 soldiers and
a 1/2 million Baghdadites, of death squad
surfers wrapped head to toe in black rubber
drifting between the solar and the
sublunar, as different viruses dance
and vie in seawater or locked in blood.
Brown kelp dries menacingly in salty
sun like memories that won’t disappear.
“I’m still alive, throw me back.” they whisper.
The goddess of death rises from the surf
in a soft-core porn attitude standing
beckoning. Where is Botticelli now?

Adverbs thrum systolic, the meaning
prismed, like the colors that come into view
and go out of existence in a hopeful metronome
of endless syllables.
But when the scheme breaks like a wave
the bottom becomes wet sand and the mooring is lost.
A pelican with a damaged wing rises like a crucifix in the Pacific wind
over a rippled molten Golgotha.
Across the sea Gog and Magog will strike,
and Pope and President will counter-strike,
Zoroaster will shake his bearded head finally before
the Caliph, the leaders and the monstrous, and ask: “What now human? What now? You have destroyed the garden…. Go live on the salt roads bleak and tumbled with rotting body parts. The wet sand will suck it all away burying it deep beneath sleeping layers.”

But I lied because there
are only two colors
earthsea water blue-gray-brown and
blindingwhite the center-of-the-sun.
I hear clearer now in the inescapable future.
I see more voluminously.
On the path the road.
The beach on the hot sand.
Not what I thought,
but flat as the horizon reflecting the sky.
I knew a boy once
who said he was going to walk from Venice to Mexico on the beach, black bangs, tough chancey teen with nervous runaway eyes. In writing about him now he must be dead. I can’t remember his name only his caramel colored dick and his sharp white teeth.
His tan kidneys now float on the high surf off of Portuguese Bend, his testicles split open like clamshells, his body has become seaweed,
just like the Humvees in Ur split open,
with charred rubber tentacles blossoming
from the engine well,
will eventually become seaweed.
Because this sea is all. It consumes all risk
and reminds us how
we really aren’t that tough at all.
Was there a boat ever big enough to rescue humanity?
Here’s the secret: It used to be
the earth.
Now the earth will become the sea.

It’s amazing what only the TALK of draft brings out in our youth. What a classy protest performance..

Where were the massed marchs of our youths in the streets of this country to protest the fiasco in Iraq?