Little Friday

Selling this Agression banner/poster if anyone is interested...$35 ppd

Got this from Big Bob (RIP), the last remaining original member of the band at the time, shortly before he passed. Money was in short supply for him, so according to what he told me, some buddy of his that had a business, that made these kinds of things, made 25 or so of them for Bob to sell. I don't remember what he was asking but I sent him $50. Now, old Mostaza could use some folding money, to help me get my bug up and running. Poster/Banner measures 4"x2" and is made of thick vinyl with rivet holes for hanging. The skater dude is pixilated like it is on the front cover of the Don't Be Mistaken record, so be sure to enlarge and make sure you're cool with that. Never been hung up. This thing is bad ass and a must for a fan of one of the Nardcore greats. My dog. Mr. Pickles, is not included, but there may be a a hair or two he included for free...

19 minutes of Agression from '84 (Money Machine @ the 02:16 mark was always my favorite song)

Had my "treatment" today, so while on an upside of things, decided to make an animated GIF for the first time, in a while. Dave Havlicek, on uber high energy banjo, from The Monks, in '66, doing "I Can't Get Over You".

Known for their "hit" Da Da Da, Trio, were way punker than I ever was. Fucking love this band and highly recommend folks for the full 1982 Radio Bremen show that on YT.

Pen pal of mine in mid 80s, Jae Monroe (RIP) of the NYC peace punk band A.P.P.LE. I ordered their demo from a Flipside ad and we wrote for a couple of years, off and on. Then I went to college and sadly lost touch with many people I should have stayed in touch with. Got in touch with her during my short Facebook stint and she had no recollection of me...hahah. That might be a good thing, cuz it sucks being remembered as a dickhead (that I have been off and on in life).

One of my faves off this album...no idea after 40 years what "Berkertex" is...

Berkertex bride or Berkertex bribe?

The object unsoiled is packed ready and waiting,

For the moment of truth in this spiritual mating.

The object unsoiled is packed ready and waiting,

To be owned, cherished, to be fucked for the naming.

The public are shocked by the state of society,

But as for you, you're a breath of purity.

Well don't give me your morals, they're filth in my eyes,

You can pack them away with the rest of your lies.

The painted mask of ugly perfection,

The ring on your finger, the sign of protection,

Is the rape on page 3, is the soldiers obsession,

How well you've been caught to support your oppression.

One god. One church. One husband. One wife.

Sordid sequences in brilliant life,

Supports and props and punctuation

To our flowing realities and realizations.

We're talking with words that have been used before

To describe us as goddesses, mothers and whores,

To describe us as women, to describe us as men,

To set out the rules of the ludicrous game,

And it's played very carefully, a delicate balance,

A masculine/feminine perfect alliance.

Does the winner take all? What love in your grasping?

What vision is left and is anyone asking?

What vision is left and is anyone asking?

She's a berkertex bride. Bride. Bribe.

Mr. Pickles sez there's something out there past the mailbox...I'll let y'all know if he finds what it is. Have a good night "my imaginary audience (Sam Atakra)."