I've been listening to musicians and bands that I haven't heard in about ten years. I'm 30 years old, just got married and find myself bemoaning my youth and I can't understand why. I threw in Plastic Surgery Disasters from The Dead Kennedy's and so many different strange things arrive; one of the better aspects is how I turly comprehend lyrics, when your 14 years old and jumping off the walls in your bedroom going along with the beat and singing along to every word, but you truly have no God Damn clue what it is your listening too. And of course at 14 you know everything, and you know what the singer felt when he wrote it but YOU DON'T, well you don't if you listened to anything will a litlle substance, not the POP, boring balnd shit they force feed down your throat. For me it was always something before my time, I was an old school kid even back then and Dead Kennedy's wasn't one of my favorites but it had such a distinct effect on me, it brought me into politics, paraody, and PUNK ROCK. When you listen to a song like "Government Flue" ....at 14 years old, you fuckin believe it, you believe the tyranny and demoralizing effect, you swallow and digest the conspiracy and let some ass hole shape your eggshell out-look. I can't remember how I got into that music but I thank God I have an (please forgive me) intellectual taste of music. I'd much rather have my kid listen to a band that teaches him to question than a band that teaches him to BUY BUY BUY. If you lisetn to something over and over and over again you are going to find yourself walking like Frankenstein into your local Best Buy and purchasing yest another peice of shit Justin Timberlake, Black Eyed Peas, or anything Hip Hop (despite Wu Tang) I love them Necca's. Music is dead, if you want truth and genius go back in time, yes there is still some band still carrying the torch, (Pearl jam, Radiohead, My Morning jacket) but music is dead and we killed it, because we tune in to American Idol, because we let our children buy the bullshit, the music moguls just collect there check, yea there the beast but WHO IS BUYING IT? We ARE!!!!, So back to my original point, when I was sitting in my car, listening to Jello tell me not to trust my mechanic or doctor or Magazine add, because they all just "RIP YOU OFF" the only reason I could find for reminiscing after so long is that I have died with the music I loved, if I want gold I gotta pawn a peice of granddaddy's gold tooth (what) but anyway lets protest the mindlessness, because we aint never gonna have a 1960's again and MAN o MAN does this generation need such a big collective spiritual enema, so if your 30 or above or just have a decent taste in music, support me as your president for 2012 because I will sing my ass off like a fuckin canary, like a fuckin black cat on a white picket fence at 3 am, shit.....I lost it, ANDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD trust your mechanic to vend your car Bring it in to his Garage He tightens and loosens a few spare parts One thing is fixed, another falls apart