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Season’s Beatings

Posted in Music, Rave on December 21, 2011 by dissectingthefetalpig

I used to make these mixed cassettes titled Season’s Beatings every Christmas and give them out to friends.  I stopped making these for a few years for a million reasons.  However, none of those reasons exist and so I have started up again.  The best part about all of this is not having to dub one copy after another.  I can just upload them to a share site and give you assholes the link.  Consider this my way of giving back to you the reader.  Unlike a fruitcake, you don’t have to wonder what to do with it if you don’t like it.  You can simply delete the files.

http://mediafire.com/file/w471rj0z6cb65rb/Season’s%20Beatings.zip

It’s My Party And I’ll Die If I Want To

Posted in Deep Thoughts, Rants with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 21, 2011 by dissectingthefetalpig

Christmas is the celebration of the Christian savior Jesus Christ’s birthday.  It is supposed to be a time of joy and celebration of the new savior and king of humanity.  To me, Jesus is a spoiled brat or total rich kid.  I mean he’s the son of God.  God being some omnipotent being that supposedly created man.  Now, before you everyone starts getting their panties in a bunch, let me explain.

Jesus was born unto a poor carpenter, Joseph and a very young virgin named Mary in a stable due to there being some occupancy issues at the inn.  Three Kings showed up and gave him presents of gold, frankincense and myrrh.  I don’t know what the stock market rates for these things were back then, but gold is gold and it has always been valuable.  I don’t know anyone who had random strangers give them gold for being born, let alone aromatic resins that are good for lowering glucose, better digestion and healthy skin.  Later in life he worked with his step-dad as a carpenter and, as most scholars will agree, was a Rabbi.  The legend is that he did all this neat shit with bread and wine, became king of the jews, died in a horrific manner for the sake of atonement, rose from the dead and went to heaven.

Now that we have the basics covered, lets get into how he was a spoiled brat:

His dad is technically the head honcho.  I’ve never heard of god having a boss or someone above him.  If this were Middle-Eastern polytheism, I would bring up that there was a god eater (his name was Unas, by the way); but this is not the case.  So, Junior is like the second in command.

The whole world celebrates this guy’s birthday in some way shape or form.  Sure, a lot of it is for the wrong reasons, but whatever.  I cannot say that for anyone, including Elvis or Don Magic Juan.

Jesus likes to play off this shit about him dying for atonement.  He died so that the sins of man could be cleansed and we could all be forgiven.  But he didn’t really die, his ass came back for Easter and he probably mooned the Roman’s on his way to Heaven.  It was all a scam as far as I am concerned.  The only other scam that comes close to this is what the banks and global corporations are doing to the world now, and that is with a huge margin in-between.  Let’s face it, if god were a working class sort of guy, old J.C. would still be rotting in a box. My dad never bailed me out of a jam.  I had to figure it out myself.

This whole turning water into wine sounds a lot like some rich kid buying a round for the entire bar.  Who the fuck do you know that rolls like that?  Then he feeds the five thousand and bangs a whore.  That’s some serious clout going on.  Some would say he was ” straight up ballin’ “

He was also “The King of The Jews”. Need I say anymore?

So why do we celebrate this day?  Who are we really honoring?  Do we even really honor ourselves?  It seems to me like it has always been one big marketing scam either financially or religiously.

Gift giving with sentiment is a dying art form.  Honestly, I’d rather receive a random gift on a Tuesday than on a date mandated by some archaic hotshot in the sky.  The story of Jesus reads like an episode of the Maury Povich Show to me. “You are not the father, Joseph.  Your thirteen year old bride, according to this test, was knocked up by a strange deity in the sky.  This could also be the work of George Lucas and his midichlorians, but again, you are not the father!”

Everyday should be Christmas, for the same reasons I think everyday should be Halloween.  Be yourself, enjoy life and if you are going to show appreciation and affection; do it on your terms as you feel you should.  Putting nativity scenes and running up your electricity bills isn’t going to get you into heaven any faster.  Let’s keep it real in the new year and do things right way, with sincerity.

 

Germ Free Adolescents

Posted in Music, True Stories with tags , , , , , , , , on April 26, 2011 by dissectingthefetalpig

Originally when I first came up with this internet scrap heap that I kindly refer to as “The Pig”, I had wanted to include articles on music.  I never got around to it.  Be it procrastination or life got in the way somehow.  It is never too late to start though.  Sadly, the first entry revolves around the death of Poly Styrene of X-Ray Spex.  She died on the same day as her last record came out oddly enough.

X-Ray Spex may not have been my favorite band in the whole world, but a lot of my favorite memories are attached to them.  When I was a young turk, one of my best friends had drawn their logo on his flight jacket.  We were all young and angry with a massive campaign against the world.  Our jackets were like armor for us.  And there was Vic, with his X-Ray Spex jacket.  That was the flag he was flying some days and it ruled.  Those truly were the salad days.

Another time I was going to pick up an ex-girlfriend from work and had to walk by a parade.  I really could have given a shit what parade it was to be honest.  I did hear a float playing “Oh Bondage, Up Yours!” and got excited and started rocking out a little as I walked towards said parade.  It turns out it was the Gay Pride Parade and it was the Leather Daddy float.  I took a quick inventory of what I must have looked like and noted the smirks and peaked interests of  some of the Leathermen in  attendance.  I felt like a clown at that moment.  However; now when I look back, I think it was a pretty hilarious incident in my life.

Finally, another fond moment involving that record involved several friends and I tripping on mescaline.  We were high as hell and somebody was singing “I’m A Cliche” over and over again.  It may have been playing in the tape deck, I really can’t confirm that.  But I do recall said friend singing the part that goes “yama yama yama……” over and over again.  Since then, I have subsequently fallen prey to that part of the song as well and will have it stuck in my head for days. Regardless, so here you have a car of hoodlums on hallucinogens out for a night of vandalism.  Our car stopping every so often to smash out windows of convenience stores and suburban homes with Poly and The Spex as our siren luring us into further danger.  It was a beautiful night when I think about it.

So here I am some 20 years later sipping coffee and reflecting on how this one woman’s work had affected my life.  Would she have been happy to know of these deeds?  Maybe?  Perhaps not?  I’ll never know.  But I do know this, she would have probably been happy to know that her songs brought up some of the fonder memories of some stranger’s life.  Isn’t that what we all want?  To be a part of something greater; be it good or bad?

Rest In Peace
PhotobucketMarianne Joan Elliott-Said AKA Poly Styrene

July 3rd, 1957 – April 25th, 2011

Spreken Zie Deutsch!?!

Posted in Music, Rave with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on May 11, 2010 by dissectingthefetalpig

Gehoben – Ungepflogen is a blog out of Bavaria/South Germany near the Alps that from what I can tell is all about diversity.  They featured The Pig in an article recently, so in all fairness I am going to do the same. My german not being so great, or even mediocre for that matter, makes it hard to translate.  Even with babblefish, it’s hard; due mostly in part to dialect.

None the less, they have articles on Italian bands that hate Madonna, Yuppicide, TV Smith and Pink Panzer.  So it can’t be all that bad.

Get into it.

Hardcore is not as frightening as it used to be

Posted in Music, Rants with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 4, 2009 by dissectingthefetalpig

Back in the 80′s hardcore punk rock was pretty frightening. You didn’t have guys in suits or trash bags like the first wave of punk. You had these scary looking motherfuckers playing more aggressively and they were a whole lot angrier. Hardcore shows were out right scary to go to. You’d see these big tattooed skinheads who wanted nothing more than to kick the shit out of you and these dirty angry punk rockers that had jackets that looked like Ace Hardware had blown up next to them. The shows looked like bloodbaths and the only thing they were probably missing were machetes and cannibalism. It wouldn’t surprise me to find out that someone did indeed pull a machete at a show. After seeing people dance in the pit with hammers and knives, I can safely assume that it has happened.

Here is a look at some early hardcore shows:

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Clearly this was not for the weak.

And so you don’t think I was sexist or anything, here is proof that girls got down too

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You could safely bet that everyone looked like this the next day after a show.

I can recall the sad look on my parents faces when they would think that I was in gangs or getting jumped after coming home from a show. And how much more sour the look was when I told them it was so much fun. It was a great time in my life. It was better than cutting yourself like a fat chick after eating tasty cakes in the privacy of her room and it made you different. Because that’s what it was, different. It was full of all the rejects and misfits that couldn’t cut it. People had these ideals, no matter how far out or extreme they were and they had belief. They believed they were a part of something that no one else knew about and yet everyone was welcome into their exclusive club.

Then all of a sudden things stopped developing. Things that used to scare the shit out of me were the norm. Next thing you know I am one of those scary tattooed skins. It kind of all plateaued in a weird way. No one really took it to that next level and hardcore isn’t as special to me as it used to be. Yeah I know there are some die hards in the scene. Even I come out for shows here and there. But the special feeling it gave us all, the fear, the sense of community mixed with rivalry and the integrity of it all is just missing to me now.

Then again after the peak in violence at shows from the 80′s to mid 90′s how could it grow. Do you realize the great lengths you’d have to go through to really make an impact.

Imagine if you had some Rev. Kane looking dude singing for the Cro-Mags?

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Or if Slapshot was just the Tall Man from Phantasm and all he did was leer at you like this?
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That’s some scary shit.

Everyone would start moshing it up with live snakes in the pit, speaking in tongues and flailing around

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Now that would be hardcore and it would be taking it to the next level!

More Than Fashion……

Posted in Music with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 26, 2009 by dissectingthefetalpig

Ok, not like I should talk. I like to look nice these days. I was also a skinhead, which makes me predisposed to expensive european designers. But that at least pertains to that subculture and even with that said, I still laugh at people who are total fashion divas. And speaking of divas I bring you:

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Davey Havok

Now for those of you that are blessed enough to not know who he is, he is the singer for a band called A.F.I. At one point they were more of a snotty punk/hardcore act. Now they are the heart throbs of every fat black mascara wearing fishnet sleeved androgynous hot topic loving boy and girl.

Not that I was ever a fan and got all ass sore that they changed sounds, but christ almighty have times changed. You never went out looking like this unless you were either Pete Burns from Dead Or Alive or a Thai ladyboy. I’ll give you some comparison footage.


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If  you can tell me which witch is which you have more time on your hands than I. And a serious problem.

How did music get this bad and why are so many people into it. What’s worse is this look isn’t that shocking to people anymore. It used to be shit like mohawks and mc boots were the thing to piss of your parents, then it was the whole New Kids On The Block phase that had parents worried about what their kids were into followed by the Marylin Manson bisexual suicide cult. MM really pioneered this look. Then the Emo kids took it another level. I am honestly afraid of what is next. Perhaps the uber tough guy look meets Prince’s assless chaps? God help us all.

Another Reason To Hate The Straight Edge Movement

Posted in Music, Rants with tags , , , , , , , on February 18, 2009 by dissectingthefetalpig

I never was straight edge and I am really proud of that fact.  Despite my malt liquor heydays and other periods of substance abuse, I never took it to the level where someone would look at me and say “You sir have a problem!”.  At least not when it came to drugs and alcohol anyways.  Again, I never looked at absolution as an answer but I did clutch onto moderation.  Get it?  Got it?  Good.

I always thought the majority of kids who subscribed to this dogma were sheep. It was a crutch for them. A lot had a sympathy angle working too. You’d hear a lot about SXE kids who used to have problems but now they are “saved”. Praise be to Govinda. So you don’t do drugs? Big deal. I don’t like Swatch watches. Who cares?

That being said I did appreciate a lot of Straight Edge bands.  Minor Threat, 7 Seconds, Chain Of Strength, Bold, 108, Slapshot, SSD, etc.  Some of those guys wrote some good tunes.  And some of those drug free anthems sound even better when I am fucked up.  Oh the irony.

Other than that I didn’t care for a lot of the kids in that scene.  It always seemed like the majority of them preached to the converted.  And that was lame.  I have a few friends that are still clutching the X and I have a lot of respect for them.  They also do things like hang out in bars and not judge me for getting fucking blasted.  It’s their choice and I can totally respect that.  And if anything the few that are like that are very admirable and make me want to be a better person when I am around them.  That is a fucking role model.  Not Ray and Porcell.  Not a bunch of kids who have the same ideas sitting around and saying “Yeah, fuck those dudes” and especially not anyone who rocked Stussy gear and bleached their hair back in the day.  Especially them.

Besides we all know that the majority of kids that are nailed to the X are going to fall off once they turn 21 anyways.  Ask Springa.

But while my subculture clean cut counterparts were saying no to sex, meat, drugs and alcohol, they were saying yes to money.  And here I present you with the latest Sacred Cash Cow: Photobucket

I don’t even know what to say about these.  I hope that somewhere in Bombay there is a Krishna temple that will benefit from the sales of these things.  I guess I am glad that they are Vegan friendly.  I also wonder if I can get a full reimbursement for all the shit I bought from them at the going collectors rate.

Jesus Christ I can’t catch a break.  It’s bad enough that Fred Perry and Ben Sherman are mainstream.  Never mind the fact that the ghetto girls in my neighborhood rock braces (as in suspenders, not dental wear).  I will even turn my head head at those Ed Hardy “Punks Not Dead” hoodies.  But when it starts to invade my record collection it is getting personal.

Revelation Records can eat a fat dick.  What’s next Rock O Rama by Gucci?

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