MDC Tonight!

I went to bed last night at 7:30. When I woke up around 2 AM I was struck by the thought of how wonderful sleep is. We Homo sapiens are these relatively large animals with big brains who love to sleep. We crawl into a soft warm dark pile of cloth, and we construct a separate existence for ourselves.

That is why it is unlikely I will go to see MDC tonight, even though the show is at bar no more than two blocks from my apartment building. As you can see from the flyer above, which I pried off a utility pole on my way to the train station this morning, the gig starts at 9 PM.

Previously I mentioned that I had been planning on doing a Hippies vs. Punks post devoted to the Rock Against Reagan concert at the 1984 Democratic National Convention in San Francisco. Dead Kennedys were the headliners, but MDC stole the show. After seeing them perform there I went out and purchased their album, the eponymous Millions of Dead Cops (1981). I even used the lyrics to "John Wayne Was a Nazi" in a Rhetoric course for which I was a teaching assistant. The students loved it.

If I had an ounce of vitality left in my bones I would go tonight. But I am abstemious and early to bed these days, a worker in the office mine, a rat running a pitiful race, struggling each day to complete the course.

"Bourgeois Fascist Pig"

Before I forget, I heard "Bourgeois Fascist Pig" (click on the link) again recently and it brought a smile to my face:

You're the man that makes my life a drag 

And you're the one who gives the world its snags

You're the one who gives me the will to live 

You're the one who gives me the will to kill 

You bourgeois Pig 

You fuckin' Pig

Everyday I see you on the job 

And everyday I think you're a fuckin' slob 

I'll get a gun, I got a knife 

You mutherfucker, gonna take your life 

You bourgeois Pig 

You fuckin' Pig

I wanna see you on your knees begging 

I wanna see your little kids beheaded 

You get a gun, I got a knife 

You mutherfucker, I'm gonna take your life 

You bourgeois Pig 

You fuckin' Pig 

You're gonna die 

You're gonna die 

You mutherfucker, no one will cry

"Bourgeois Fascist Pig" is a track off the seminal 1983 SST Records LP Kill from the Heart by The Dicks. I never owned the album, though I was intrigued by it. I saw The Dicks perform at the 1984 Rock Against Reagan concert in front of the Moscone Center during the Democratic National Convention. A real eye-opener for me.

The Dicks seemed out of place on stage. White-trash biker types playing for Punks. Looks can be deceptive.