I've grown ill with how many bands and people born of the sub culture menagerie have perverted the MC5. This I find so disreputable because I have had a genuine love for the MC5 and all that sort of stuff since the tender age of about 14 or so, thus it sickens my sad heart to see that some douchebag hoppin' on the Detroit-image-name-dropping-circuit list them under his Lifehouse/Vertical Horizon sounding band's influences on MySpace, just because he's of the Metro Detroit area. This is probably the same jerkoff who you see double-fisting Mike's Hard Cranberry or whateverthefuck at the Magic Stick on a Saturday night, wearing his skin tight clean-as-a-fucking-whistle MC5 tee adorned with skulls and pot leaves while he watches some jerkoffs of an equal caliber desecrate another version of "Kick Out the Jams" so weak it makes John Denver's "Thank God I'm a Country Boy" sound like Eyehategod's "Sister Fucker pt. 1." These jerks don't even have holes in their Converse... Psshhh... fucking lightweights. Have fun never listening to Sun Ra.
Now I'm all upset. I was going to write about how phenomenal Mr. Show is but I think I'll just go watch a few episodes and cheer myself up a bit. Then I'll drink some white grapefruit juice, jerk off angrily and call it a Friday night.
Now I'm all upset. I was going to write about how phenomenal Mr. Show is but I think I'll just go watch a few episodes and cheer myself up a bit. Then I'll drink some white grapefruit juice, jerk off angrily and call it a Friday night.
