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Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

83208899Never having been that much of a fighter myself, one of the eventual problems with this column is, unless I go out and start picking new fights, I’m going to run out of events to relate here, at least in the “Fighting” column. I still have at least two really good stories from my own life that I want to include here, however one of those is rather involved, and the other requires me to scrape together audio from a cassette tape, convert it to digital, and then upload it to youtube. So, in the interim (and because I’m still working on a writing deadline and carrying the weight of my day job so, you know, time) I thought I’d devote a column to what is, in my opinion, possibly the best fight scene in a movie ever.

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Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

Pit NinjaFile this one under: Ninja Fail.

Way back when Type O Negative’s second album, October Rust came out, they toured through Chicago a lot. And I think I went to see them every time. That’s how much I loved that band – still do. One of the shows I remember best was Type O and Life of Agony at Chicago’s Vic Theatre. It was a great show, Peter Steele in fine form as usual, a constantly likeable front man who both intimidated and amused the crowd. On this tour, the band mostly played tracks from October Rust and Bloody Kisses, tapping into only two songs from their debut album, Slow, Deep and Hard. Great show. But we’re not really here to talk about Type O Negative. We’re here to talk about fighting.

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Gummo RabbitThis will be a quick one. And really, my usual go-to for a quick ‘crying’ song reference would be The Cure, pretty much anything they did in the Disintegration-era. I’m not taking that route today though (but I’m betting I will somewhere not too far off down the line – there’s at least one good ‘crying’ installment of this column that will center around juxtaposing Disintegration with James O’Barr’s The Crow). Instead, I’m taking this one at face value and going Orbison.

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Screen Shot 2018-04-12 at 11.14.07 PMInitially, I think I lumped Len’s “Steal My Sunshine” in with all the sugar ray bullshit from the late-90s era of music, especially all the stuff from “Socal.” However… this isn’t the worst song in the world. In fact, when a certain reverie comes over me, I actually quite like it; as long as I don’t listen too hard to any of the lyrics outside of the chorus. Does the fact that I dig this song even a little bit surprise you? Because at times like this, when I’ve just returned from watching a concert film of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds performing for 2 1/2 hours, it sure as hell surprises me. But Steal My Sunshine is a fairly innocuous pop song, and a lot of those fit into my world view just fine. In fact, this one has a special place in my heart, first making its inroads into my heart about the time I saw the movie Go! in the late 1990s. Why? Well, let me explain how and when I first came to enjoy that slightly bandwagony but still clever, Tarantino-esque film and how it insinuated itself into my life. Then maybe you’ll understand. Or at the very least, maybe I will.

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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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If there was ever a musical group who specialized in laying down sounds smooth and sultry enough to coax people out of their garments and into one another’s arms, it is British band Sade.

Sade is both the name of the band and the stage name of Helen Adu, and it is the combination of both her voice and the smooth – and I mean smooooth – musical accompaniment of her band that, legendarily, can set a mood that inspires coitus like no other act.

And it works.

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Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

acdc-hells_bells_s_1Circa 1998 – This is another Schlitz Family Robinson story. It’s too perfect for the “Fighting” category not to use it.

Sonny, Brown, Grez and I finished practice on a Saturday about 8:00 PM. Three fourths the members of Celestial Crumb had come over earlier that night, to hang out and hear our new material. Mike from their group rolled a massive joint from which everyone partook and the practice veered into rather experimental territory after that. Pretty sure we culled more new material from that session but I can’t say for sure. One thing about smoking when you’re playing music – for me, if I smoke first, then it’ll probably be a shit session. but if I do it after I’m warmed up and in sync with the other musicians, especially ones I am as comfortable with as I was at the time with these guys (and probably still would be if we played), the session usually transforms into something spiritual.

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