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OVERPOWERED BY FUNK THE OLD FASHIONED WAY

I think western social excess can best be epitomized by Queen Live at Wembley Stadium. 1986. Their final tour. Peak performance. A crowd of infinity. And Freddy Mercury sporting a Betty Boop shirt.

Individuality stretches across bounds few can pass.

Think about this years 4^th of July. Or as some refer to it...(quote)Independence Day(unquote).

Traffic always fucking sux.

1^st song I hear are Eric Clapton and Neil Young. A goddamn Brit and fuckin' Canadian. Or maybe he's just a draft dodger. I can't remember. Libal. Libal.

Then Aerosmith comes on with Sweet Emotion and we're drifted to Bostonians tellin' us about Anytown, USA. Now that's American.

Think I've seen every Invader Zim episode.

Didn't win 7Up Free Ticket to Space after spending hundreds. I'm pissed.

Thinking 'bout 4-Square, Under the Sea by Sebastion the Lobster, Jack Nicholson's Joker, and Garbage Pail Kids: Series 10.

Watching a doc on Israeli-Palestinian conflict.

Court TV was in Loring Park last week.

Best thing for ostritarians since Turkey Brats: Turkey Ham!

PBR, Barenjager, McClintock, Bushmills and aspirin are the flavor of the week.

Trying to relearn the recorder.

Open Office, The Gimp, and Firefox.

And Eddie, if you're out there, drop me an email.

REVIEW: THE GEMINI COMPILATION VOL. 1

By Jason Galore

Featuring such remarkable talents as Valhalla Drive, Hallabaloo, and Undone, this compilation of Southern Minnesota music is astonishing and timely.

The sound touches on all fronts of modern psychadelia and romance with the down and dirty side of life. Valhalla Drive pounds out three tracks of rockin’ twang reminiscent of Aerosmith on acid. Hallabaloo characterizes the true sound of the bar skewed into the jam with aspects of gospel and road music. James Watton gives a country flair, raising a pint to rural America at its best. Undone represents the hard drinkin’, hard workin’ voice of descent, parading Americana in an age of hyper-tech globalization. The CD is rounded out with the hard playing of Creek Dwellers.

Although the recording levels fluctuate slightly from artist to artist, the ever-present love of music is phenomenal, a real credit to the underground.

For more information contact jdmus@jdmusicpro.com or gooslandgraphics@msn.com.

OUT WITH THE OLD AND IN WITH THE NEW

Since the redistricting of the Minneapolis political system, the Democratic-Farm Labor Party has taken up arms against the Green Party. The latest main event is the mayoral primary to be held on September 13.

While there are 12 candidates on the ballot, I've chosen to throw my meeger weight behind Farheem Hakeem, the Green Party candidate. R.T. “Big Brother” Rybak and Peter “Thug” McLaughton are sellouts, DFL scum from some other frontier, but definitely not from my world. It's time for a strong leader, one with the true vision of Minneapolis in mind.

I have a vision for utopia in my own city. True justice, ecological responsibility, the end of violence, decentralization of wealth and power, local businesses, feminism and equal rights, global responsibility and a thought for the future. Farheem Hakeem has that same vision.

Drawbacks. She's from Chicago.

We must support change in our fair city. Minneapolis has taken a nose dive in the past few years. We need to save our City of Lakes from the police state, environmental terrorism, and apathy of late. Our greatest, best destiny is to march the streets like we have so many times in the past and take back our government.

Stand up against fascism and vote for Farheem Hakeem!

There was just a shooting on my block. Sounds like 9 bullets. Small gun. I'm standing by the window. Can't see anything. Anything at all. Car just drove by. I stand my ground, eyeing the spear in my corner. I'll take those bastards. Nothing they can do.

WHAT IS THE DEAD SUPERPOWER?

Most people will never understand what it’s like to live in the Dead Superpower. That is, since the majority of people never set foot in the United States. But beyond that there is a certain truth that exists within every American—we are the keepers of something far more industrial than mere machinery, far more decisive than great battles. We have an unerring ability to fight for the preservation of the self. Our fear of communism never stemmed from the politics, but from the loss of self. We Americans are a solitary, introspective lot, analyzing our own existence and weigh it according to our peers. Capitalism is a way to a means. That’s all. We all want our Cheetos and our digital cameras. And until communism can give us that there will be no hope.

In this existence controlled by the all-encompassing star-spangled powerhouse of economic and military might, the “will of the people” has become a self-gloating monstrosity. The United States incorporates the best chunk of land in the world, the most dominant corporations, and the mightiest military the world has ever seen. We have every right to be proud, but also, we have all right to fear our own guns.

What is to become of us? Our twentieth century concepts have no place in globalization. The War on Terror is merely the last ditch effort of a useless military to find one last battle to fight. Our outsourcing of jobs and materials is never going to last. And our youth is growing up ever more naïve and neurotic; it’s no wonder drugging everyone is the only way to get someone’s attention.

Corrupt bourgeois existence is the name of the game. We need our television sets with hi-definition and a thousand channels with nothing on. We need entertainment and workplace antics. We need everything our little hearts desire. We the people will put up with nothing less than perfection and we’re willing to put it on our charge card. Coz what is money, more than a prop in the game of Americana?

ELOQUENTLY/SARCASTICALLY

It’s come a long way since I took Virginia Pulaski to Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Secret of the Ooze. At the time I was worried about how to sit, whether to put my arm around her or not. Do I buy popcorn, soda, and candy? Or do I go Dutch and let us both get our own or—why is this love thing so complicated?

Today, my worries have surpassed whether to put my arm around a girl or not. They’ve moved into the terrain of whether to pop the question or sit on it for awhile. I get unwanted advice from every angle telling me I’m doing this or that wrong. I need to spend more time with her or I’m spending too much time with her. Damn, it’s just so complicated and I know it shouldn’t be. But every time I actually go by my feelings and emotions some careless individual pops their head into my business and completely jacks me around.

The only thing I want is to relax and enjoy the moments.

Virginia Pulaski taught me everything I now know about women:

1) Keep your mouth shut always. Every time you open it you fuck up.

2) She is the boss and always in charge. Period.

I actually miss her quite a lot. Not her, you understand, but the idea. The first girl you go out with, saying you love her even though you don’t have a concept of what love is. But that’s why I miss her. She helped me develop the idea of love and what it could be—how unconditional shit works and the like. And just the purity of it—the innocence. That’s all been swept away by time.

And now I sit in my vague adulthood, drinking coffee to recover from the effects of last night and wondering if I will truly ever recover from what was said. I think it may stick with me forever.

What was said?

That’ll be lost to history.

Decided to toss on some Kinks – dirty rare anthology shit. The Davies Bros are in top form. They talk about their “baby” and their “girl” and I’m not even remotely convinced of the unconditional love they speak of so eloquently/sarcastically.

But what do I know about love, hell, I’m a Pisces who can’t go in the water.

Communist Party Convention Concludes

By Jason Galore

The 28th National Convention of the Communist Party, USA concluded on July 4, 2005 with the election of a new National Committee and the unanimous reelection of National Chairman, Sam Webb, according to a CPUSA Communications Department Press Release.

Fourth of July weekend saw nearly 500 delegates from all fifty states meeting in Chicago to confer about current events and decide on party policies.

International guests from fifteen countries were also in attendance including representatives of the Communist Party of Vietnam, the Communist Party of the Sudan and the Iraqi Communist Party.

The main topic of the Convention was the necessity for a broad coalition endeavor to overcome the policies of President George W. Bush and the GOP, adopting the Supreme Court Nomination as a “key struggle” for the Party.

The Convention unanimously passed a resolution in support of the Communist Party of Iraq, an organization established against the dictatorship of Saddam Hussein and fight still today for democratic and economic rights under the U.S. occupation.