Showing posts with label Ballot Result. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ballot Result. Show all posts

Sunday, July 5, 2015

The Colt 45 Chronicle #97

This must have been an undated note attached to a cassette tape of the Minutemen's Ballot Result (1987) double album that I made for my friend Shale, a prodigious reader and now a tenured professor and a family man.

Obviously written in a state of advanced drunkenness, the note reveals a penchant for delusional self-celebration and hero worship -- the yang to the all-pervasive yin of self-doubt that characterizes most young adults beginning worklife, and which certainly characterized moi.
Shale, 
Take care. This message attaches itself to democracy-rock. The sweet song of our youth, songs of honor and dignity and valor. Who the else sings songs about such things? When I flipped BALLOT RESULT on the spinner for the first time, on that first side, the first thing that came into my head was the halcyon age of sipping brews and chewing fat, about Hegel, or Hobbes, or the next guy in the intellectual pantheon -- about "No-Dick" [Robert Nozick], "Balls" [John Rawls], Quinn/Cohen, "Tonguer" [Roberto Mangabeira Unger]. If you listen to "Courage" or "Little Man" or "Picnic," you will hear our honest blunt pugnacious Californian young-manhood beaming through: No-holds-barred excess that always seemed tempered with insight or hindsight or intuitive goodness and rationality. Thankfully, we had some Muses available to us.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Buzz or Howl Under the Influence of Heat


George Hurley's liner note that accompanied "Dreams Are Free, Motherfucker! on Ballot Result (1986) -- the song originally appeared on Buzz or Howl Under the Influence of Heat (1983) -- was something to the effect of "Try believing this one."

Meaning of course that dreams are not free. But I appreciate Henry Rollins' insistence that they are. Without dreams we couldn't sleep; we'd be dead. Dreams give us our direction, our hope; that they are bought and sold is a sad truth. But it is imperative that we act as if our dreams are free and our own.

Every song on this eight-track EP is timeless, from the first cut, "Self-Referenced" -- "[H]ow can I believe in books/When my heart lies to me?/I'm full of shit! -- to the last, "Little Man With a Gun in His Hand."

The story is that Buzz or Howl was recorded for $50, which has to be the most meaningful $50 ever spent.

If you want to understand the Minutemen, the uniqueness and power of the band, the majesty of the music, take 16 minutes and listen to the YouTube above.