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Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

Iwan Rebroff Na SdarowjeI don’t remember exactly how it happened. I suspect at some point in our early 20’s, Joup’s Sonny Vitkauskas must have found an old copy of Iwan Rebroff’s Na Sdarowje on vinyl in his grandmother’s record collection. Something like that. He borrowed the piece and brought it home, saving it for a time when he could spring this record on his friends in the heat of intoxication. Why? You ask. That’s the cover I’ve embedded here – look at this guy! He is PIED. tell me if you came across that in your house you wouldn’t be intrigued. Liar! Of course you would – we certainly were. So on one stoned night in the early-90s Brown, Sonny, and I huddled around a turntable and laughed our asses off. I mean, this Rebroff guy is DRUNK. Not only is he drunk, he’s celebrating being drunk. He’s getting drunk to celebrate being drunk.

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Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and … Moving?

Billy Joel The Stranger

Yeah, I missed Thursday’s post, which in the continuity of this column should have been ‘Drinking’. And yet, here I am, 1:39 AM and I happen to be doing just that. Drinking. I would have to be. I’ve been up for almost 24 hours, my mind an ever open loop set to finally close tomorrow because, ladies and gentlemen, I am moving! Moving after 11 years and 11 months in the same place. That’s… well, it’s maybe worth missing a post for.

Maybe.

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Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

The Cure - Boys Don't CryAdmittedly, this one may be a little bit on the nose. How could I resist though?

Drinking, Fighting, Fucking and Crying Title

Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

ICE T OGBack in the day – and by that I suppose at this point in modern, self-referential history I should qualify the specific day I am referring to as the 1980s – hip hop was not yet mainstream music. Not only was it not mainstream, but it generally was not referred to as Hip Hop, the accepted term instead being Rap for most anyone outside of the circles where the then-start up music was actually being made, i.e. New York and Los Angeles and their satellite communities. Rap wasn’t on the radio unless some daring local jock played White Lines or Rapper’s Delight, and it wasn’t until Run DMC and Aerosmith collaborated on a remake/update of the already classic-rock-radio-staple Walk this Way that Rap moved out into the Mainstream music culture and began its steady ascent to take hold of every other form of music.

The Joup Friday Album: Dio – Holy Diver

Dio-Holy-Diver1Filling in for Katie J. VanWormer until next Friday, when KJ will return to douse this place with sonic gasoline and write an article about Deicide’s greatest album… no, no, I can’t keep a straight face there. You can tell I’m lying because, well, Deicide doesn’t have a ‘greatest album’, they don’t even have a great or a good one. But then I suppose I should watch whose house I throw stones at today, as I might find myself a guest there later. Like the topic of today’s Fill-In Joup Friday Album.

Drinking, Fighting, Fucking and Crying Title

Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

Blessed Black WingsFighting. I don’t have a lot of fighting stories, because I don’t fight much. The reason I don’t fight much is, well, now it’s because I’m an adult (for the most part) and I just don’t conduct myself that way. However, when I wore a younger man’s shoes I could often walk around in a pretty angry state of mind, and, well, you know, shit happens. Altercations. Bad Blood. For me, my attitude toward fighting was pretty “I will if I have to” with chances of “oh hell yes I’m gonna” until my senior year in high school, when something happened that taught me to avoid physical confrontation whenever possible. I’ll get around to that story next time the slots come up “fighting” on this machine. In the interim, this week I’d like to play you a song about fighting. It’s by High On Fire and it’s pretty awesome. The opening line is, “Drive the fist into your face and blacken your eyes.”

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Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

Full Custom Gospel SoundsStatement: You can drink to most any music, but not all music was crafted to drink to.

Furthermore, there is some music specifically made to accompany the act of drinking and, perhaps more specifically, intoxication.

Elaboration: If I’m having a couple of beers I can toss anything on. When I’m with my friends in Chicago, the ones I grew up with, the ones I socked it out in the Schlitz Family Robinson with, then it’s a different thing, and it’s going to require a different soundtrack.

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