If David Bowie starred in Escape from New York, these “Black Kids” would have been brought in to create the soundtrack. I can see the entire KCD staff in a bus stolen from the set of Mad Max or the wasteland that is America’s future prison island, New York city, listening to Partie Traumatic as Snake Plisskin crashes into a nice up front spot near the new PAY lot at Buzzard beach.
-IKE
It was a wonderful Wednesday after work. The lawn was mowed, nothing was on the books. The plan was to do a little laundry and drink some beers in celebration of the first Darker than most men becoming president.
The laundromat was, as it was every day of the week, boring. Lots of noise, with the distinct smell of softener, and a mysterious odor identified easily only by the sons of RA, and every Frat Brother, cop and highway patrol man around the world. It was, unmistakeably, with little doubt or misgivings of thought, the “devil’s weed” that taunts old-factory senses across the planet, and others if you’ve been to them.
Without going into great detail, it turns out it was Bob Marley’s ghost AGAIN! That SMELL, no one else even noticed. It was acrid and irritated the outer edges of your eyelids. Pungent and choking, it penetrated, and radiated deep inside every cell.
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The smoke and clouds cleared. I was surrounded by thousands of sweaty and patchouli soaked bodies vibrating in dizzying rhythms. The roar grew as the crowds excitement exploded and strongly united drawing everyone together.
Everything is a blank after that.
I was a mess the next day. Time travel with Mr. Marley is a real bitch. But as I learned after the first or third time, always bring a digital recorder. Please enjoy the 16 minutes I witnessed Toots and the Mytals live in Winston North Carolina April 20, 2003.
-IKE
Out-of-sync but oddly uniform in there delivery of melancholy suicide-rock. The bizarre directions from song to song keep interest easily. WARNING, occasional moments of Tom Petty on HAPPY KIND BUD may arise. Other side effects may include: interest in sounds, hate of drone rock, and possible foamy discharge.
TPC’s older stuff has a great PuNk sound. Check out Tokyo Police Club unless you suck and love the brittany.
-IKE
GREAT new band that hardly no one has heard because KC Radio Blows! If your imagination can comprehend the idea of The White Strips, Tom Waits, and a one-man-band from the 1800s getting it on and having super brilliant musically inclined savant man-children. . .
Well, just check em’ out here.
The Rumble Strips
-IKE
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