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Performance of the Day - GREEN DAY!

Today's performance of the day, the biggest punk rock band in the world, GREEN DAY! Performing songs off their stellar 21st Century Breakdown album at a secret show in Berlin. This is, in my oppinion, a high quality live video. Except for how they cut off the end of 'em and some beginnings. Included for your convenience, lyrics to all the songs courtesy of 21stcenturybreakdownlyricsgreenday.blogspot.com. Though not too convenient if you want to read and watch at the same time. This is just to whet yer whistle though, as I am working on an all new confessional religio-document concerning Green Day, the Ramones, and me. It's posts like this that make me glad no one can comment!

"American Eulogy"


Sing us the song of the century
That sings like American eulogy
The dawn of my love and conspiracy
Of forgotten hope and the class of 13
Tell me a story into that goodnight
Sing us a song for me

Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria

Red alert is the color of panic
Elevated to the point of static
Beating into the hearts of the fanatics
And the neighborhood's a loaded gun
Idle thought leads to full-throttle screaming
And the welfare is asphyxiating
Mass confusion is all the new rage
And it's creating a feeding ground
For the bottom feeders of hysteria

Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria

True sounds of maniacal laughter
And the deaf-mute is misleading the choir
The punch line is a natural disaster
And it's sung by the unemployed
Fight fire with a riot
The class war is hanging on a wire
Because the martyr is a compulsive liar
When he said
"It's just a bunch of niggers throwing gas into the hysteria"

Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria

There's a disturbance on the oceanside
They tapped into the reserve
The static response is so unclear now
Mayday this is not a test!
As the neighborhood burns, American is falling
Vigilantes warning you
Calling Christian and Gloria

I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world

I'm the class of 13 In the era of dissent
A hostage of the soul On a strike to pay the rent
The last of the rebels Without a common ground
I'm gonna light a fire Into the underground

I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world

I am a nation without bureaucratic ties
Deny the allegation as it's written

I want to take a ride to the great divide
Beyond the "up to date" And then neo-gentrified
The high definition for the low resident
Where the value of your mind Is not held in contempt

I can hear the sound of A beating heart
That bleeds beyond a system That's falling apart
With money to burn on a minimum wage
'Cause I don't give a shit about the modern age

I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world
I don't want to live in the modern world

"21st Century Breakdown"


Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell.
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled.
The last one born, the first one to run,
My dad/town was blind by refinery sun.

My generation is zero.
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found.
I think I'm losing what's left of my mind.
to the 20th century deadline.

I was made of poison and blood.
Condemnation is what I understood
From Mexico to the Berlin Wall
Homeland security could kill us all.

My generation is zero.
I never made it as a working class hero.
21st century breakdown,
I once was lost but never was found.
I think I'm losing what's left of my mind.
to the 20th century deadline.

We are the cries of the class of 13
born in the era of humility
we are the desperate in the decline
raised by the bastards of 1969!!!

My name is no one, your long lost son
Born on the 4th of July
raising the bygones of heroes and cons
left me for dead or alive

There is the war that's inside my head
that questions the results and lies
While breaking my back til I'm damn near well dead
When enough ain't enough to survive.

I am an agent, a worker, a pawn
my debt to the status quo
the scars on my hands are a means to an end
it's all that I have to show

I'm taking a loan on my sanity
for the redemption of my soul
well I am exempt from this tragedy
and the 21st century fall

Praise, Liberty
the freedom to obey
it's a song that strangles me
well, don't cross the line

Oh, dream American dream
I can't even sleep/see
from brainstorms/rainstorms til dawn
Oh, bleed America bleed
believe what you read
from heroes and cons.

"The Static Age"


Can you hear the sound of the static noise?
Blasting out in stereo
Cater to the class and the paranoid
Music to my nervous system
Advertising love and religion
Murder on the airwaves
Slogans on the brink of corruption
Vision of blasphemy, war and peace
Screaming at you

I can't see a thing in the video
I can't hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age

Billboard on the rise in the dawn's landscape
Working your insanity
Tragic a'la madness and concrete
Coca Cola execution
Conscience on a cross and
You're hearts in a vice
Squeezing out your state of mind
Are what you own that you cannot buy?
What a fucking tragedy, strategy
Screaming at you.

I can't see a thing in the video
I can't hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age

Hey hey it's the static age
This is how the west was won
Hey hey it's the static age millennium

All I want to know
Is a God-damned thing
Not what's in the medicine
All I want to do is
I want to breathe
Batteries are not included
What's the latest way that a man can die
Screaming hallelujah?
Singing out "The dawn's early light"
The silence of the rotten, forgotten
Screaming at you.

I can't see a thing in the video
I can't hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age

"Last of the American Girls"


She puts her makeup on
Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland
She's got her little book of conspiracies
Right in her hand
She is paranoid like
Endangered species headed into extinction
She is one of a kind
She's the last of the American girls

She wears her overcoat
For the coming of the nuclear winter
She is riding her bike
Like a fugitive of critical mass
She's on a hunger strike
For the ones who won't make it for dinner
She makes enough to survive
For a holiday of working class

She's a runaway of the establishment incorporated.
She won't cooperate
She's the last of the American girls

She plays her vinyl records
Singing songs on the eve of destruction
She's a sucker for
All the criminals breaking the laws
She will come in first
For the end of western civilization
She's an endless war
Like a hero for the lost cause
Like a hurricane
In the heart of the devastation
She's a natural disaster
She's the last of the American girls

She puts her makeup on
Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland
She's got her little book of conspiracies
Right in her hand
She will come in first
For the end of western civilization
She's a natural disaster
She's the last of the American girls

Performance of the Day - the Leftovers!

Here's a taste of what we got this weekend, listen, love, buy, rock, Leftovers. "Telephone Operator" from the Ice Cream Social 2/10/09, Great Scott Allston, MA

"Dance With Me" from Insubordination Fest 2008

"Build Me Up Buttercup" by the Foundation, from the Ice Cream Social

"Fun Fun Fun" by the Beach Boys, from the Ice Cream Social

Band of the Day - the MC5!!

If you got lame in yer ears, blast that stuff out with the MC5, arguably the band where which it all started. When you look at pre-Ramones rock and roll music, their is a definite schism between the hardest bands of the sixties like the Who, Jimi Hendrix, the Yardbirds, or even the Sonics, and the dangerous intensity that the MC5 brought to the game. They started as a psychedelic rhythm and blues rock and roll band out of Detroit with all its music history, and they echoed it with hard riffy jams and excellent dance moves. Kinda sorta hand in hand with the Five was New York's the Velvet Underground, who played a nearly diametrically opposed form of anti-pop, and also specialized in dangerous intensity onstage. These got hyper-distilled and filtered through amateur musicians to creep closer towards perfection in the form of Iggy and the Stooges, and then one more step with the New York Dolls. As these bands directly followed the British Invasion/Girl Group era, their sounds may have held rejections of most of the melodic lessons therein, but one of the strands that connects these bands I've mentioned is their natural adeptness at rock and roll, that is they are rock and roll fans with big hearts and sharp minds, who distilled their own selves, embracing every right step with angry sentiment, and vehemently casting aside that which strays from how that rock and roll music is supposed to be, and taking it very seriously and personally.

The MC5 started with a couple of very thrashy rockin' singles that set them apart as the hardest band in the world, and so thoroughly American that no Led Zeppelin nor Black Sabbath could ever hope to match them. And though punk rock may have officially been recorded for the first time on their live LP "Kick Out the Jams" when on the title track Rob Tyner exclaims, "Kick Out the Jams, Motherfuckers!", the rest of the album is good at best, still bogged down by the remnants of psychedelia in the Five's writing. As much of a detriment as that may have been, the MC5's involvement with stereotypical 1960's left wing political organizations is part of what made them so cool. They were members of the White Panther Party, committed to aiding the Black Panthers if need be. They played for eight hours when riots broke out at the 1968 Democratic National Convention because no other bands showed up. They set a precedent that if you're gonna be involved or play this kind of rock and roll music, you'd better be down, or you're probably not really cool. But, they don't fully step into musical modernity until their second LP "Back in the U.S.A." It starts with a Little Richard cover ("Tutti Frutti") and ends with a Chuck Berry cover ("Back in the U.S.A.") and in between are eight two and a half minute teenage epics played catchier and harder than they had been before or since. The gem of the album is "High School" ("They only wanna shake it up baby!") as heard in the Ramones movie "Rock and Roll High School", but each one sounds entirely different from the one before, and help to reshape the youth of the world's idea of rock and roll after Sgt. Pepper bent it all outta shape. "Back in the U.S.A." is by my estimation the first full punk rock records, and an inductee into the Danthology Hall of Fame!

When picking out which videos to feature, there is no doubt that this one is the greatest, due first to our host, Gail, and second because it's the stellar opening track off "Kick Out the Jams", the rave-up cover of Nat "King" Cole's "Ramblin' Rose" with Wayne Kramer's falsetto and crotch grab! Live from Detroit 1970.
"Ramblin' Rose"

From the same show, out comes one of the greatest white front men of all time, Rob Tyner, and...
"Kick Out the Jams"

One of my favorites off "Back in the U.S.A.", it's pretty clear they're lyp syncing, but it's still cool. I want the Headies to cover this one!
"The American Ruse"

One more off "Back in the U.S.A.", it's a little later from 1972, I wish there was a lot more of the Five to see... luckily there's always new Tit Patrol!
"Tonight"

Endless Mike Jambox

Oi! We (that is Tit Patrol and the Headies!) have some new video on the way, thanks to the newly (and thankfully for us) returned Jamesage! So in anticipation, to whet yer whistle, here are some killer live action videos of my directly previous band, the infamous Endless Mike Jambox, featuring Billy Frolic on rhythm guitar and back-up vocals, mc Ben on lead guitar, Paddy Robinson on bass, John Paul Pfizer on drums, and me Danny on singer! F.Y.I. i have a lot of old live footage of everything I ever did from Ninja Attak to Power of IV (when I was drinking!) to the Jambox to today, and I plan on digitizing all the old VHS and making a master Dan-Live Channel on which you can spend your days and brains, never to turn the station, cause you KNOW I do it the best.

"California Sun" at the Baby Grand in Wilmington, March 9, 2007.
"Kim Kelly is My Friend" at the Rock Club of Philly, St. Mary's Church, University City, February 2007.
"Channeling Dead Punks" at the Baby Grand in Wilmington, March 9, 2007. The Jambox preps backstage.

Pat the Bat Tribute

Well, it happened. During the economic crunch and Manny-Mania, the Phils took the step and signed a replacement for my man, Pat Burrell in the Philadelphia left field. It just went down, so I don't know everything, such as why we would sign another left handed hitter to our lefty-heavy squad, or why we were able to give a 36 year old three years and not to the younger Burrell, but we now have the extremely respectable "Too Cool" Raul Ibanez. Great numbers, better OBP+ than the Bat, good man, good cheap alternative guitar, and I'm happy to have him, but I may be the biggest straight, non-female Pat Burrell fan in the tri-state area. I will miss him desperately. See, I am a better fan and more knowledgable than most, and while most money-ballers cream to OBP+ etc..., in my eyes the biggest stat is heart. While so many heckled and booed Burrell, I was always cheering, realistic yet optimistic. During those lean years Pat and J-Roll (with and assist from Bobby Abreu) were the whole team. I really wish we could have had him back for another two/three years, but here we are. I just hope he finds a good home, probably making bank as a DH somewhere, hopefully not New York or Boston, hopefully Baltimore! Pat the Bat and Big Tex? I'll drive down, or catch a ride with mc Ben. Anyway, thanks Pat! Here is an abbreviated highlight reel. We'll see ya around...

Words of the Bat. Pat, Elvis, and fans. Pat and Elvis in the PARADE. One of Pat's many fans. Burrell takes Dice-K deep.A big two-run homer.Burrell's 200th carreer dinger, out in Chavez Ravine. Eagles chant?
The crowd goes crazy for Pat the Bat!
A "Burrell Bomb" - dig the newly retired Jumbo-Tron graphic. Left field hecklers.On Deck with Pat, Chase, and J.C.Just for fun.
Philly #1 Draft Picks.