pampering meself

Tired of the radio selection around here, I splurged (slightly) this AM and bought an XM Satellite receiver for the car.

Installed it, drove out to a local mall on a hill where I’d have “an unobstructed view of the sky” and let it set itself.

Tuned to “Fungus 53” (punk-hardcore-ska) and immediately received the blessing of Black Flag’s “I’m The One.”

At 60 bucks for the receiver and 12.95 a month, it’s really more than I should be paying out while trying to figure out my finances. I considered it an act of hope for the future.

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Thinking about punk the other night, listening to KEXP’s “Sonic Reducer” program — hearing punk music from the last 30 years or so — I began to realize that punk has become its own insular canon that can be heard separately (for the most part) from the broader “rock and roll” canon.

I think it’s almost the same as the way that so many slammers only know the poetry of other slammers.

Not sure what this means…just an observation.