The other day when I walked into the music room, all the 7" punk records were crying. I told them: "There’s no crying in punk rock." But they said I had simply forgotten them & they had no reason to live. I tried to jive 'em that I just don't have the time for them anymore, that my life is just too cluttered. But the truth is, I've just been being lazy. I mean…shit, it does take a lot of time to rip & tag, to format artwork, to zip & upload. Yet I know they have a point, I’ve been ignoring them & they used to be amongst my favorite children. I told them I’d see if I could ease their sorrow a bit, & being a man of my word (I did slip in one 12" & one flexi-disc, so shoot me) …here are some blasts from the past.
Enjoy,
NØ