A man accused of attempting to plant an explosive device in a Wrigleyville trash can in 2008 pleaded guilty, Monday, to federal charges.
Sami Samir Hassoun, 24, could get as much as 30 years in prison for the attempt.
Hassoun, a medical student, placed a backpack containing what he thought was an explosive device into a Wrigleyville trash can, federal authorities said on Sept. 20, 2008. The device was not a real explosive and had been given to Hassoun by federal investigators.
In the year leading up to the event, Hassoun, who neighbors say moved to Chicago with his family five to six years ago, became increasingly unhappy with how the city was being managed. According to the criminal complaint, Hassoun said on occassion that he wanted to spark a “revolution” in Chicago and “kill the nightlife.”
“He claimed that he was trying to force enough embarrassment on the city of Chicago to cause Mayor Daley to resign,” said the FBI’s Ross Rice after the arrest.
“I will f*** Chicago. I will shake Chicago,” the criminal complaint quotes Hassoun as saying.
Hassoun, who is a permanent resident alien, in June 2008 began expressing to an “associate” the desire to commit acts of violence in the city for financial gain and to cause “political transformation in Chicago.”
Those acts included a biological attack on the city, poisoning Lake Michigan, bombing the Willis Tower, assassinating former Mayor Richard Daley and attacking police officers.
Sorry. I have to go to Chicago, but I wanted to get my feet wet before I left. F*cking Chicago.
“I will fuck Chicago”?
Say that to yourself in a swarthy accent and it’s actually kinda funny.
I will fuck Chicago. I will not text it the next day. I will ignore it when I see it at a party a couple weeks later. I will fuck Chicago and then I will ignore its pitiful friend requests.
Dose summanum bitching farging iceholes!
Chicago says, “Oh, yeah? FIRST you will buy me an expensive dinner and many Pepsis!”
Wear a condom.
poisoning Lake Michigan
Has this guy ever, you know, actually seen the size of Lake Michigan?
Because the last time I drove by it appeared rather large…
I thought F*cking was in Austria.
I’m just glad this prevented his career in gynecology.
I’m guessing his go-to diagnosis would have been “Western whore”.
If it was Hyde Park I’d say give him 30 years (or less). But Wrigleyville merits the death penalty.
…began expressing to an “associate” the desire to commit acts of violence in the city for financial gain and to cause “political transformation in Chicago.”
Note to aspiring revolutionaries: if you want to cause political transformation, bomb City Hall, not a bunch of Dave Matthews stoners.
Sheesh!
I wanted to take offense to that but when I lived in Wrigleyville I listened to Dave Matthews and smoked the herb.
I’m not sure but I think my civil rights might have been violated. Profiling is just wrong, okay?
Weed and Cubs games seems like a horrible way of life. Baseball is for degenerate alcoholics.
Reminds me strangely enough of the Pickup Artist describing Hate F*cks recently, and how that got the cackles of some gender warriors up.
In Soviet Union, Chicago fuck you.
Oh, we were all degenerate alcoholics as well, Abe.
I don’t find any of that particularly embarrassing though. What’s embarrassing is the eventual realization that you were once friends with a shocking number of hipster douchebags.
If you were friends with a bunch of hipster douchebags, does that mean you may have been one yourself?
Just curious.
Heh, the thought has occurred to me, cranky.
I might have had some plain douchy tendencies but I never developed any musical snobbery and my wardrobe has always been either suits for work or classic Wisco hick for pleasure.
Yipes, you wear Wisco hicks? How do you get them to hold still?
Tell them they’ve been hired to teach school.
I don’t think being a music snob makes one a hipster douche so much as actually saying you like shit that you don’t because you think you’re supposed to . Saying happyfeet has the musical taste of a short bus middle school girl = not hipster douche. Saying you like Sonic Youth in spite of thinking they sound like cats fucking in bathtub = hipster douche.
Heck, sdferr, Ed Gein figured that out years ago.
There probably was a certain subset of hipster I overlapped with but I’d contend that we were wearing drinking PBR, wearing work boots and unattractive plaid shirts, and listening to old country music first.
I wasn’t being ironic. I was just enjoying Saturday afternoon.
I grew up surrounded and befriended by hipster douchbags. I only managed to shed them by moving all the way across the country only to have them find me years later on Facebook.
One of my sons is a hipster, but to the best of my knowledge, is not a douchebag.
Shine a bright light at ’em. They freeze right up.
Ha! I’ve loved Sonic Youth since Goo.
Maybe I am a hipster douchebag but I’m just too simple-minded to be ironic.
Incidentally, if any of you are not acquainted with Hipster Animals, you should be. Can’t explain why, but that stuff just makes me happy.
(Especially the Fable of the Wolf and the Dog. If you don’t like that, then maybe you should be hanging out with jurors and/or morons.)
Actually liking something doesn’t make someone a douchebag in my book, bh. It’s the pretending to like Sonic Youth or anything else that indicates a kind of enslavement to a cultural mindset that I find pitiful. A lot of these hipster assholes just like to dry hump the moniker of “indie” as though it’s a qualitative distinction rather than an indicator that a band isn’t successful enough to have money thrown at it.
I’m so hip that I’ll only watch full-length movies that have been shot on iPhones by ironic vampires. Hollywood is so over.
Oh, I hear what you’re saying, Abe. I’m just getting a kick out of thinking of myself as a hipster.
Think about it. I do know my local cheesemongers by their first names and homebrew my own beer. This weekend I’m probably going to ride my bike to pick some hyper-local asparagus.
Hmmm…
All these months, I never realized that Ceiling Cat was meant ironically…
And this from a squid who is reading a book? Or is that balancing a gift?
Well, the funny thing is that I always knew I was a “hipster” when I was younger by virtue of constantly liking or creating things before they became en vogue. But there’s something unseemly about the massification of this shit these days. It’s every bit as disposable as the trashy pop culture it presumes to be an antidote for. There’s nothing particularly hip about it.
Hipsters are too mainstream for me.
It’s hip to be square.
I’m a little scared to consider how I intend Ceiling Cat. Best not to think about it.
“Unironically” it is.
I have been a “stopped clock” hipster a couple times in my life, those periods when jeans, flannel and Chuck Taylors have been cool.
What I am wondering is how much are the Waltons going to have to donate to Obama to get the bribery charges thrown out?
“Baseball is for degenerate alcoholics.”
No, Abe, it’s the road to God….
And this from a squid who is reading a book? Or is that balancing a gift?
It’s a gift. It’s my Christmas avatar. I’ve tried to switch at Gravatar, and it just won’t take.
Hey hey! It worked! Free at last!
Back when I lived in Idaho I tried to drink red beer and failed. I even tried doing it ironically and still hated it. But I figured out that by smuggle a flask of vodka I could make the stuff palatable.
p.s. happyfeet has awesome tastes in musics for example here is the new musics thank you happyfeet!
Happyfeet musics make the Baby Jesus cry.
True fact: Dev once stopped the Baby Jesus from crying with a sweet hook she came up with on the spot.*
*Any applicable disclaimer that might keep me from hell.
Here’s an old song we can all enjoy without a trace of irony.
It’s a gift. It’s my Christmas avatar.
Cool, my readers aren’t in need of an upgrade. I like your “dammit!” avatar the best.
I changed mine to a little boy sticking a knife in a light socket, because I hate the little children.
Don’t try squirting hotglue on your tits there at home! Bad idea. Unless 2nd degree burns on your tits are your object. Then, ok, have at it.
You’ve been poisoned by an Angeleno, bh. This is Los Angeles, the city that even spell check hates. They have no Baby Jesus there.
I once stuck a fork in a toaster because my toasted marshmallows were on fire. I prefer to look at this as the act of a brilliant three year old who awakened earlier than his parents and took some initiative. YMMV.
“Back when I lived in Idaho I tried to drink red beer and failed”
Yeah I ordered a Red Rocket once at the local Biergarten and that was one angry vicious little beer. It wanted to harm me. The bartender described it as “bready”. I don’t ever want to buy bread where the bar tender gets his. I think the Bene Geserit had it easy with that shai-hulud’s water of life shit. If they’d drunk a Red Rocket they’d have had a real bad day.
Red Rocket tastes like old tires wrapped in dirty old scorched hermit hair that wants to cuss you out because it is possessed by unemployed demons. It goes down like lobster snot and diet pine-sol. It hates you.
I drank the whole thing so I wouldn’t look like a pussy. I tried to pretend that it was a Zima. Then I tried to force it down with a brat and a gnutella finger sandwich.
I do like that, Abe.
Speaking of which, here are two songs you’ve successfully planted onto my favorite list: 1 and 2.
You know there ain’t no devil it’s just God when he’s drunk.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C49H3aWdiK8
hippity hoppity boobies! Los Angeles is a very disparate city not unlike other cities except for Minneapolis. And Kansas City. And Cincinnatti. And Boston. And all the other cities where white people think diversity just means black people. I like Los Angeles fine for it is a fine city indeed in some few respects but my feeling is I would like it more if I had more money.
And that is all I have to say about Los Angeles at this time.
also with respect to my credibilitah about music I will have you know that I can name exactly ZERO members of One Direction.
I’m just that cool.
but my feeling is I would like it more if I had more money.
if you had more sacramento would find you
I have solid gold hipster cred with actors. I don’t know who any of them are if they didn’t make a movie in the 90’s.
I like Los Angeles fine for it is a fine city indeed in some few respects but my feeling is I would like it more if I had more money.
More moneys for to live away from disparate brown peoples and shovel more Wolfgang Puck in the gullet? You’ve been dazzled by the Godless facadery, listen to B Moe’s linked Tom Waits music and get yourself more closer to the street.
And all the other cities where white people think diversity just means black people.
“diversity” = proggtard’s
And all the other cities where white people think diversity just means black people.
yea because a city named los angelos is funky hunky
Personally, I love LA.
where white people think
dude racist. insert “green” there for contrast.
I’d link musics more often, bh, but I fear you’d be the only one who’d like any of it. Then again, I’ve discovered a bunch of cool stuff from our forefathers like sdferr and Geoff linking music that I’d never have heard of otherwise, so who knows?
i live right on top of the street for reals it’s right down there I go downstairs and I’m just feet away from a halal grocer and liquor and chinese and sammiches and fish and one vegan place and one super-healthy place what still serves meat and one for reals pizza place and about 4 take-out pizza places and one lebanese and the sould food place and the douchey upscale place and sushi and also two more chinese, one that’s cash-only, and a movie theater and a starbuck’s and a panera and a few bars and a comedy club and I don’t know how many theaters maybe seven and one of those independent video rental places that probably is mostly porn I haven’t been yet plus another movie rental place what mostly has vhs (!) and there’s a whole store about pie it’s the most hipster-douchey place in the whole valley I think and several resale shops and you can get a thai foot massage and your nails fone in like five places plus you can buy moss on a stick that you never have to water for like $150 and there’s a gym for wee small children and the place where you buy the good luck plus lots of stuff I haven’t explored yet
leigh, all this time I thought that was a little boy sticking his finger in the dike. Could have been Los Angeles, I suppose.
*soul* food place I mean
. This is Los Angeles
pasty gilscottheron
oh also I have an adult boutique I can walk to
that is exceedingly street I think you could never walk to those places where I come from in Texas cause of Jesus
Paleo, what you ordered is slightly different from what they do in the northern Rockies. Up there red beer is cheap draft mixed with either tomato juice or (preferably) Clamato.
I’m just feet away from a halal grocer
really do you now how halal folks kill animals? eff “diversity”.
I don;t go there for the meat they have lots of cool frozen foozle from odd places and best of all you can get mango shrikhand plus sometimes they’re handy for a cucumber
Nah, I get what ‘feets is saying there. That’s what made Albany Park mo’ better than the south side.
Here’s a song that Pablo turned me onto but I gotta link an newer, shittier version because that’s what’s there now.
Then Mother’s Finest from B Moe.
If I haven’t linked a song from you yet it’s probably a sign you’re totally anti-social and don’t share enough music.
Red, I misspoke/typed. It’s actually an electrical outlet not a light socket.
A finger in the dyke would indeed be Los Angeles or San Francisco.
That’s some neighborhood, hf. It almost makes LA sound like a real city.
Nintendo has much to answer for.
http://images.whatheck.com/uploaded_images/pikachu-is-a-little-loose-741780-741836.jpg
I don;t go there for the meat
well the halal gang is making sure you don’t have to go there because it is everywhere.
Let me tell you the reason why I had so many hipster friends. They had drugs. Okay, that doesn’t apply to this discussion. The reason I had so many hipster friends is that while they could be a bit judgy with my lame cd collection they did bring the shit when it came to music I should be checking out. It wasn’t just this or that song it was, “You’ve never heard of Nina Simone?” and then, “Here’s a tape of twenty three songs you need to hear.”
Bring the shit. I’m still relying on the radio half the time to bring me something new.
That’s some neighborhood
for the “different = better” crowd. do they ritually burn the us flag there?
it’s not all that awesome yet but it’s up and coming – “they” are commited to making it a super cool place cause they put one of the billion dollar subway stops on the far end of it from me – but mostly where they try to be gritty and urban they just come off as sad – several of these guys could easily win a cheesiest most amateur mural contest and plus they put these multi-colored wild tiger claw-marks in the street to where it looks like an 80’s video plus some brilliant fascist mofo decided to line the whole street *plus* side streets with parking meters instead of actually putting in any parking, which is retarded because this neighborhood is still striggling to establish businesses and you can go just down the street to our side of Burbank and fine something very similar to what they’re trying to create here except they have charming murals and no parking meters and for reals destination shopping and art and cupcakes and diversitah and et cetera and it’s a lot cleaner cause it’s not close to a subway station
*find* something I mean
*struggling*
ok I didn’t proof that at all
“You’ve never heard of Nina Simone?”
oh heard her kinda lame no?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3EePWyS3YQ&feature=related
Children’s Telivision Workshop tells it how it is for once. No more singing about goddamned milk.
subway stations here aren’t discrete like yours Mr. Froman they’re big to-dos what are garish and over-thought and hugely consumptive of space with bus-ports and lots of parking what belch teeming hordes of diversitah onto the street at random intervals
Then Mother’s Finest from B Moe.
Better yet, his own music.
they put one of the billion dollar subway stops on the far end of it from me
well you paid for it while jerrybrown wokked the dog.
I’m very demandy and impolite. Please is a word I should use more often.
To use it in a sentence, everyone should take all the music they’ve heard in their lives and refine that list down to the best songs and then link it for me, please. You know, how the internet is supposed to work.
milk! Here is the bestest song about milk.
while you’re there please to enjoy the bestest song ever about Jim Jones
and here is the bestest song every about all the pretty girls in highschool
oh and also here is a very enlightening song about how you shouldn’t be a hippie – it’s important
Dashboard Saviors – good allan that’s boring! really moltov cocktails. stirred not shaken.
Subways in LA don’t make that much sense. They don’t make that much sense in NY either, if you’re doing a damned fool thing like going from Manhattan to Coney Island. Ten minutes in close contact with dirty people is about alls I can bear.
subways are probably universally disgusting in America but I haven’t seen them all yet … I need to use my one here more cause of it is a portal to many adventures
oh and for reals Mr. Froman please to click the links from my last ones they were a new wavey punk sort of band from my part of texas what should’ve been famous but they weren’t, probably cause of the patriarchy if I had to guess
ok not punk I just said that for to get you to click
They don’t make that much sense in NY
the internet killed the nyc
The subways in Pittsburgh are nice. They go underground and overground both. They even have terminals in handy parts of the city.
Here’s what that song sounds like when you’re not playing it for the eleventy billionth time.
This is the stripped down version of a song that flew up the Billboard chart and Glee covered it. And yet, I really like it. That never happens. I should get an MRI, huh?
i was listening to fun last year really trying to like them when they were offering up this
mostly I decided the whole play-doh huck finn look were going for was a little disturbing, but i never could say exactly why
I think it’s partly cause you can tell that guy isn’t as young as he wants you to think he is
they were a new wavey punk sort of band from my part of texas
the band was the rebellion against The Rebellion™
link
I like that song, Pablo. I do not know why.
Starting a new(?) band with this guy now, Abe.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OO2pv1Kbxuk&feature=related
Talked to Kevin Kinney about doing a show with him in NYC one of these days, doubtful with a bunch of old married guys, but I’ll let you know if we can make it happen.
And come on, newrouter, it was twenty years ago, cut us some slack. lol.
I’m thinking The Judy’s were sorta like an earlier Dead Milkmen.
The pw peoples like the Dashboard Saviors, B Moe. It’s been established already.
I think they were contemporaries Mr. bh
Contemporaries? Really? The Dead Milkmen were way better then.
What probably throws off my relative sense of time, ‘feets, is that in the early ’90s we took a shit-ton of drugs and listened to songs like this over and over and over again.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nO9CJolNGVM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4V5KaicVg34
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCPC_5j1Few&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tctfq4tplQ4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WL1ly1GMwwc&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZlPnrgpRGnU&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jg-oJKYIinQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BXO3PZqda14
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFXTWhsbE6U
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0wQ0j33bTd4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRy1XMdsP9Y
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CKrd6eQifOY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YdpllAHo0ng
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wu4oy1IRTh8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eB5EE42So7I
I remember that song! But I’d done a very good job of forgetting it. Bookmarking.
Bh, I always tell my kids that you can tell a stoner lyric by how many times it’s repeated in the chorus.
“Dude, that sounds fuckin’ AWESOME! Let’s repeat it forty times!”
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Aw hell, too many music links and you get moderated. That aint’ right. I’m not a spam bot. I’m just making a lot of nerdy youtube music links. Also buy my fake shoes. Top prices. Best pickle dehydrator in the world! And it can even shave a moose!
my whole life I never been to Pittsburgh
” my whole life I never been to Pittsburgh”
Keep up the good work. Watch out for places like Plano and Pasadena too.
oops I have passport stamps from both of those
Isn’t Pasadena the place where some of the Greene and Greene houses live?
oh I only know it as the “Gamble House” … I never been yet but it’s been on my list several times when people came from out of town… there’s also a Frank Lloyd Wright there
BMoe once told me he’d send me some CDs of his old band but I never got them. I bet he just doesn’t like how he looks on the cover art.
Your comment is there now, palaeo. Cheers.
There seems to be something on the order of five G&Gs, but they also don’t seem to be generally open to perusal hf.
those are neat houses but I would probably have to get all new furniture to do them justice
my whole life I never been to Pittsburgh
it is not bad : carnegie, heinz, mellon, phipps, et al leave alot of their 1% behind
Chicago Reformist found guilty. Yep.
Chicago Reformist found guilty
same day of the holocaust gig
Obama visits Holocaust Museum, unveils new Syria and Iran sanctions
plus I think that’s where Mr. buttons is
I didn’t send those?
Fuck.
If I can find them I will mail them asap. Email me your address again.
but I get confuzzled about those things
Carnegie Mellon was one of the top comp sci schools in the country when I was looking. They had a “network” and “navigator”.
Okay, I’ve condensed palaeo’s songs into my three favorites. 1, 2, 3.
Spoiler alert. 2 is best.
there’s also a Frank Lloyd Wright there
blockquote>Fallingwater is the name of a very special house that is built over a waterfall. Frank Lloyd Wright, America’s most famous architect, designed the house for his clients, the Kaufmann family. Fallingwater was built between 1936 and 1939. It instantly became famous, and today it is a National Historic Landmark.
link
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I like most of Mr. palacanibuyavowel’s songs so far but I bookmarked the rest for later
I have to start doing playlists more rigorously cause of I have a tablet now
in a just and righteous America frank lloyd would’ve inspired a lot more people than you can tell by looking around
in a just and righteous America frank lloyd would’ve inspired a lot more people than you can tell by looking around
well dealing with baracky 1.0 has its advantages like attacking mellon. groupon has coupons for baracky 2.0 where buffet is curly fine.
Sweet Jesus I have my work cut out for me with all these musics. I’m afraid to add to the cacophony. Here’s a few.
The chick in Portlandia’s band, Wild Flag.
Mainly because I marvel at how awesomely this old cartoon footage lines up with the music.
This has been my all time favorite song ever since the first time I heard it at full club decibels.
Good tune, but I liked this one better.
Despite the extraordinarily gay video, which I don’t think I’d ever seen before, that is.
the Cult people should’ve been more prolific and I don’t care what you say I really don’t (just please don’t say anything mean) this is very listenable just for the love of all that’s holy don’t watch the video
I kind of like the Judy music, hf. I was pretty much the opposite of an alienated, disaffected yoot so middle school was all about the MTV, but I subsequently liked some of that zany punk-like music. They were mean to hippies.
I find I can hardly ever tell which is the band name and which the title of the tune unless I study the right hand sidebar. Which works out ok.
It’s too bad that Frank Lloyd was a righteous prick of a human being in real life. His architecture is cool, but not my style. I lke Craftsman houses and California Mission homes.
The chick in Portlandia’s band, Wild Flag.
where’s the rebellion against The Rebellion™
the Judy’s were brilliant Mr. Froman
just that they were more ephemeral than they were brilliant
here’s what I was looking for when I found that Dead or Alive song…. only to find out I was confuzzled – there’s a band I always associated with The Cult… very goth and…
crap… it wasn;t Thrill Kill Cult
it was… more like a pre-figuring of Marilyn Manson but I can’t remember
It’s too bad that Frank Lloyd was a righteous prick of a human being in real life
van jones 2012
I’m not crazy about Wright either, The Guggenheim is pretty amazing, but apparently what sets his buildings apart is the experience of actually being in them.
Whatever else we may think of his architecture, the guy invented a ton of stuff that’s become commonplace today.
here’s what I was looking for when I found that Dead or Alive song
dear allan who pays these folks to do such things? gets my jihad thing going!!11!!
He was a brilliant man. Aside from the leaky roofs and things of that matter. Design in general was better before people had the crutch of computers, I think. Someone should punch Frank Gehry in the nutsack, for instance.
I settle for everyone refusing to give Gehry even one more commission. Full stop (to Gehry).
Couple thoughts.
It’s hard to put points on the board with The Cure. Not because Smith didn’t get it done it’s just that I touched so many female parts to Boys Don’t Cry as an overly young teen that it even isn’t funny. I probably didn’t introduce this aspect in time but there it is.
Thought the second: yeah, you’re supposed to walk around in a Wright building. You’re supposed to walk around in the basement with all the weird circus shit and lose your mind. This was something he intended many years ago. People will come. They will trip balls.
Here’s some of the stuff I dug back in the day when I went to all night “secret” transient clubs and looked like a cross between John Taylor and the Nick Cage from Valley Girl. In fact, the band I used to run lights for opened for these guys, whom I still love and listen to.
I was also a big fan of these guys (best known for this). And these, too. And I really liked this song.
When I wasn’t playing a “progressive” (the music kind), I was home listening to old Billy Joel, or stuff like this from JD Souther and the Eagles.
Someone should correct me at some point.
Someone should correct me at some point.
OMG UR SO RONG!
Will that do?
Thank you, di.
Yes, it is possible that I was listening to The Cult instead and maybe I wasn’t touching women parts during my early teen years.
I remember when the presidents of the United States of America came out they felt kind of like a reincarnation of the Judys. Y’know…just sing a song with thoughts about peaches. Or tumors. And make is bouncy.
Similarly when the Toadies came out I thought they sounded like they wanted to be the new Pixies.
And meanwhile the Coffee Sergeants (psychedelic warbly-bendy-guitar centric music with a herdy-gerdy thrown in and vocals from a guy who sounds kind of like Andy Partridge) stayed in Austin and went bald, and gained weight and got old.
Then we had the Austin wanna be kinda-grunge but hippier and slightly bluesier with beads and semi-dready wavy perms scene. Mother Tongue disappeared. So did Earthpig. So did Bad Livers.
Flowerhead almost kind of made it. I think. Then poof. And we had stuff like Sincola and Fast Ball that kind of actually made it on MTV for a little while before evaporating.
Austin had an okay music scene but calling themselves the live music capitol of the world was pretty silly. We were no Dallas or Houston or even San Antonio. We sure as hell weren’t close to being a Nashville. But for a lot of people Austin is more about faux poser iconoclasm and putting on dumb airs than just living there.
I was braced for Jeff’s playlist to be all 70’s tunes for some reason. That’s the same stuff we listened to because the only good radio station in New York that wasn’t top 40 or classic rock played it 24/7.
I never owned a Cure album to molest girls to. Or a Smiths album. They were such a soundtrack to my fraternity that paying money for them seemed frivolous. I paid hard earned money for Echo and the Bunnymen though. But the borderline date rape music was mostly U2 or Elvis Costello for me, though there was nothing funnier than walking through the hallway and hearing the douchey playboy stylings of Sade emanating from behind a locked door.
Unfortunately most young ladies in my day preferred to be touched to Harry “fake Frank Sinatra” Conick Jr. music.
I tried to get that changed to Chris Isaak but nothin’ doin’. Chicks got to pick the huggy-feely music back then. It kind of sucked anyway because it was an age of Taco Bell and futons.
presidents were brilliant they wrote a song about a kitty
You can now never run for office. There are so many other albums they should ask about.
Ah yes Billy Joel. He had a greatest hits extract of all of his greatest hits collections. pretty prolific guy. And that We didn’t start the fire Album was a hell of a comeback in the 90’s.
See, old Church was not possible for me because I only heard of them by Spark when they came to Austin and performed with Peter Murphy in…1988? 89? The radio played Milky Way and Reptile like 24/7 about then. I think that was the year of my first pre-arranged non group date. Except it was a bullshit group date anyway because I didn’t drive then and needed wheels. God I was a twerp. Now I’m an old fat twerp. Go me!
Mr. Froman, uhhh, the Sausage King, have you ever touched a girl while listening to Michael Jackson’s Thriller?
Yes or no, Mr. Froman.
See, you’re talking about romance. palaeotoomanyletters. All the sex at my school was engaged in at 3 am while drunk, and the music was primarily to muffle the barnyard animal noises. I’m surprised that girls said no to Chris Isaak, though. Heart Shaped World seems like it can disrobe a woman without a man even being there.
No, senator blowhard.
That band I ran lights for opened for Echo and the Bunnymen as well, but I missed that concert because I was busy living in Ocean City for the summer, getting my stud on. They used to cover this one.
Remember listening to a lot of Psychedelic Furs, Talking Heads, Talk Talk, Dream Academy, and U2 at around that time. This song stands out.
And I loved this song.
The Smiths and Depeche Mode were my later fraternity years. Hated that stuff. I could never tell when one song ended and the next began. And I always felt like taking my own life after killing as many people at the party as I could first.
Here’s another tune I was into during the 80s’ neo-paisley revolution. It’s older, though.
Good times.
The Peanut Vendor.
Sorry, my old CD collection informs me that the Chruch Album was called Starfish. Spark was just one of the featured songs on it. Anyway Starfish was where I started hearing of the Church.
And I left out the lame story about me walking three miles to Sound Warehouse for a Midnight Oil (an attempt to be the Australian U2 methinks)record (WWuuhhh–AAAAaaaaughhhh! is a lyric!). And I’ll spare you my weepy Suzanne Vega (Solitude Standing which was pre-Luka) phase.
And how I had a rip-off Sanyo fake Walkman instead of a real one because it was $25 instead of $50. Yeah it was manual-change and ate batteries like a bastard.
I won’t bring up Peter Schilling or my East German Der Pudhys album sent to me by a real live guy in East Germany shortly after the wall came down in exchange for Christmas boxes of name brand dry goods (which he loved from 86-89 and yet hardly cared about a mere three years later,…don’t fucking tell me how great socialism is! ) .
I’ll not mention my goofy Al Stewart phase either. Nor will I mention how I spent one summer playing Elton John’s “Mad Man Across the Water” over and over again until I actually had dreams about Levon and his desire to get to Venus.
I won’t even mention that time I bought a “Pop Will Eat Itself ” album to learn more about angry proto-DJ techno. Or my local ska0-band demo cassette collection from the Grownups, Gal’s Panic, the G-men, the Spectaters, The Perps, and the Men in Black.
Nor will I mention how Vagina Hog, Crotch, and Skankapotamous all tried to adopt me as a fan because I was getting wasted at the Cave club and Cannibal Club and Mercado Carribe a lot and they thought I was following their act. I mean they were all girl bands that couldn’t even get a gig at Emo’s but they seemed to really appreciate the moral support of a blitzed dude leaning against the wall every other night.
solitude standing was the Luka one before that was the eponymous queen and the soldier one
My intention is War.
Ech. Morrisey…ewwww.
The Smiths always seemed to me like they were always “let’s cut off our dicks and look for a hair mousse that doesn’t smell and whine about our mom’s cruelty while we wear Buddy Holly glasses…” band.
They became a thing in my Junior year in high school. They were popular with the black sweater greasy hair kids though. The fat chicks with chiffon seemed to like them too. The Cure had been a round a long time as had the Ministry. I was more of an Alphaville/Thompson Twins type though. I liked the MTV cheese. Information Society was kind of big then too I think though they were starting to go stale.
I remember writing a parody song for the Smiths something like:
” Oh God, is waking U-u-up.
And he’ll be so very cross
that you were trying to dissect hiiiiiiiiim.
Where’s the love he’ll ask
And then he’ll write down in his book
that you were going to dissect hiiimm…
He’ll take a zephyr for a spin,
He’ll polish up our industry and then…
he’ll probably go right back to sleep again,
with a little scar on his chest from when,
you took your little scalpel and cut into his skin… “
” solitude standing was the Luka one before that was the eponymous queen and the soldier one”
You’re right, that Album was called “Suzanne Vega”, and it had that Undertow song that I liked a lot. But I’m not mentioning that, because I totally said that I wouldn’t.
Cotton Club Stomp.
None of the music I mentioned is what turned me, ultimately, into a horrible music snob though. That would be bands like1, 2, 3, and 4.
None of these types of bands hold any kind of nostalgic appeal for me though. I don’t know if it’s because I kept listening to them for ages or if there’s just nothing emotional to hang them on.
No music from me, you’re welcome.
Or smallish, it’s relative.
h/t sdferr (See I do click most times)
Florida, Martin/Zimmerman case document dump.
Sheeze, I have never met a hipster, I don’t recognize most of the songs link and I have never be to any mid-west or mountain states. Guess I am one sheltered hobbit.
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I’ll just say that to this day, Disintegration evokes a lot of very, very good memories, and leave it at that.
Or two. Hell, maybe three.
Too much risk of breakage, mojo. High school horror stories abounded when I was a lass.
FuckinA, guys, I stopped listening when Morrison died. Whippersnappers.
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