Well, it appears as if MediaFire is circling the wagons around my steadily dwindling account, giving me “strikes”, despite the fact that I have been deleting all the allegedly “copyrighted” files as they get blocked. Or is “It Came From The Pit” suddenly a hot tamale after being out of print for over 25 years? I’ve watched other bloggers get their accounts shut off and it seems like when MediaFire has a problem with you for whatever reason, they just start coming down on your ass for nothing and pull the plug. Well, just get it over with, cocksuckers—as if I gave a fuck. It also seems as though I pretty much blew the month of January for blog posts. Oh, well. It ain’t about quantity, but quality, right?
So we’ll start the ball rolling with an artist with whom we should all be familiar. Found this at a record show last weekend and, while I knew this wouldn’t exactly be his best material, I threw down $18.00 on the thing, knowing that I would probably never run across it again. My loss is your gain! And is anyone talking about how this year will mark 20 years since this guy kicked the bucket? Yep, time flies, and the ole Punk Rock mobile keeps sputtering along on empty. Back when the man was still around, one of the favorite things Punkers used to like to ninny and fuss about, aside from the critical debate of whether or not it was OK to listen to Skrewdriver records, was whether or not GG was an “act” or, better still, proclaim that he was “unoriginal”, as if either of those lame arguments had anything to do with the fact that the guy was thoroughly entertaining and funny as hell. Having outlived this individual by several years now, I suppose I can make the claim that he is nowhere near as mysterious now as he seemed to me in my teens and twenties. He wasn’t entirely stupid and I think what trumps all arguments put forth by the ninnies and naysayers was that he did, in fact, make a conscious decision to spend what he had for all it was worth and, while the way in which he chose to do it may not have been everyone’s cup of tea, it was a choice to live in the moment, in real time, for himself. Or perhaps he should have just kept his job as a janitor? Nope. GG passed up the carrot and grabbed the stick for all it was worth. It’s always annoying when one of your favorite performers kicks the bucket, but I think many in the ranks of the anti-social related to this man and felt a real kick in the gut when he passed on. I was bummed for months.
Anyway, this is far from his best record, limited to 1,000 copies and appears to have been put out while he was still among the living. Or maybe not? No mention of his death on the thing, although it’s the same year. The “A” side, finds him being his usual, carefree, chipper self, ranting and rattling off some poetry I remember reading in some zines back in the late 80’s or early 90’s. The “B” side has two short interviews, one of which sounds like it is at the wrong pitch, and a good live version of “Dog Shit”, that was nice to hear after all these years although, sadly, he left out the line, “shit right out of a fucking dog’s asshole”, which is the best part of the song. That little extra bit of clarification goes a long way with me!