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3.2.2k3
Thursday, 13 March, 2003

I had a rant going about why I didn't rant about the fucking war and I started ranting about the fucking war. That's fucked up. Had a chance to pull out so I did. I may post the non-rant fucking war rant later but it pisses me off thinking about it. The fucking war. Pisses me off thinking about the fucking war. So today's Venue Announcement rant won't be about the fucking war. It'll be about Country Music. (I'll call it cunt for short.) I've come to realise that cunt is just like "rock." It's too broad a category. Witness the last ten shitty songs played by a "rock" station here in SF:
Last Ten Songs Played On 96.5 KOIT
Most Recent on Top
1 (You'Re My) Soul And Inspira - Righteous Brothers
2 Will You Still Love Me - Chicago
3 (Everything I Do) I Do It Fo - Bryan Adams
4 Biggest Part Of Me - Ambrosia
5 This Kiss - Faith Hill
6 Somewhere Out There - Linda Ronstadt/James Ingram
7 Too Much Heaven - Bee Gees
8 Nobody Knows - Tony Rich Project
9 Layla (Unplugged) - Eric Clapton
10 The Greatest Love Of All - Whitney Houston
Are you fucking kidding me? Whitney Houston? ROCK? Sure the KOIT qualifies itself as "Lite" rock, but "rock" nontheless. Whitney Houston ain't lite rock. GnR's "Sweet Child of Mine" is lite rock. A lot of the shtuff that Radiohead has put out lately is lite rock. Whitney's entire artistic catalog has nothing to do with rock. It has everything to do with B A D P O P M U S I C. POP stands for POPular. Some rock is popular, but it ain't pop. Some pop, like Whitney's, ain't nothing but pop. But back to cunt. Garrrth Brooks and that jackass who sang "Achey Breaky Ass" or whatever fucked up cunt. That shit's there's the Whitney Houston pop songs. Not cunt. Hank Williams Sr. is the real mccoy. As is Johnny Cash, Big Sandy, The Knitters, Patsy Cline, Jon Wayne, Waylon, Willie and lots of others. It's too bad that these days claiming to be a country music fan automatically labels you as a big dumb jerk. Aaagh. Tonight we're going to a joint that has a great juke. It has lite rock and regular rock. Real (Jesus Lizard) Rock. This place is called: Sadie's Flying Elephant. We ain't been there for a while. The word KOIT, whether it's the radio station or the tower or that creepy pervert lady, makes me think of the word coitus. Thought I'd share that. Potrero and Mariposa. There you'll find tonight's meeting. Bring yr pals. I will. See you the

bye-ee!

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