Made in Germany: Stinkbombens

I ordered 45 stinkbombs that finally came in yesterday. Today at work Gregg and I let some off. Oh my God...they smell so bad. Haha I'm going to have so much fun with these. I also got a switchblade comb. It rules.

Last night I went to a screening of the new Minutemen documentary: "We Jam Econo." Wow, what a band. So original, especially in the stringent and often times insipid hardcore/punk scene. To put it simply they make me want to start a new band, (an endeavor I'm in the process of dealing with.) Mike Watt narrated a good deal of the film and shed a lot of light on aspects of the band that always remained mysterious to me. There's a chapter about them in the great book, "Our band Could Be Your Life: Scenes from the American Indie Underground," but the film went three steps further. Watt said something interesting about Bob Dylan during an interview that I can't get out of my head. He said something along the lines of, "hearing Bob Dylan is like hearing your pop speak." Wow. I've never heard it better put. Everytime you put on a Dylan record, even though you know the thing by heart, you know when he opens his mouth that it is incredibly important and you damn well better not forget it. Another thing I liked about the documentary was that they didn't focus too much on D. Boon's death as I expected they would. If anything they focused too little on it. There's a tendency in documentaries about bands, in a world where singer's are seen as the most important part of bands, to put too much emphasis on them, leaving the rest of the band behind the scenes and seemingly trivial. I was appreciative that the filmmakers didn't fall into that trap.

Other news...other news...other news...I finished "Still Life with Woodpecker" by Tom Robbins last Night. I liked it a lot more than other stuff I read by him. He's part Chuck Palahniuk, part Vonnegut, part Thompson, and yet unbelievably original. He's just, so...weird. Definately the best book I've read so far this summer. Now I'm onto a biography of Elvis Costello. Fuckin' right.

Playlist:
The Beatles - Revolver, Magical Mystery Tour
Dead Kennedys - Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death
Ramones - s/t
Thom Yorke - The Eraser
National Geographic
IFC