7inchpunk posted some ancient Big Boys material today, both sides of a fanzine-released 7″. go get it here!
Tag: nostalgia
Get back in the wagon, kids, we’re going to Farrell’s
About 30% of my childhood was spent riding around in shitty beat-up station wagons going from one parking lot to another in a yellowish haze of smog. I got to relive a bit of that today because the nearby brushfires have once again turned everything yellow and a bit toxic, and I found a craptastic Chrysler Reliant K “woody” wagon in the Borders parking lot. It’s similar to the one I shot in Santa Ana before. Something about the way that smoky light hit the veneering and the frayed upholstery and the dirty glass caused me to have a Central Orange County Proustian Experience.
The rest of the shots are in this Flickr set.
NO TERRORIST IN CAR

Vintage 1970s terrorist memorability and tchotchkes are available from the Baader-Meinhof store!
Whether you buy it from them or not, I recommend How It All Began, a memoir by one of the Baader-Meinhof people. It’s fascinating and grim and important. But the bumper stickers are kind of cool too, in a post-everything way.
Who’s awesome? mcpino is, that’s who.
Saturday evening I opened my door to see a large, bulbous package on the step. It was addressed to me, but I couldn’t think of anything I’d ordered that would look like a sack of potatoes. I dragged it inside and inspected it. Playa del Rey return address. Who the honk do I know there? Maybe it’s a UNABOMB!
I opened it up and out fell a stack of Spy magazines from 1988 to 1990, with a note from mcpino saying he was just dragging these around from place to place and he hoped I’d enjoy them. GOD DAMN YEAH I WILL.
Ann Hodgman eating dog food! Celebrity garbage! The New York Times fatality column inches calculator! MAKE YOUR OWN TWINKIE! THANK YOU!
So you go and you stand on your own, and you leave on your own.
I know about regretting missed opportunity and lost youth. It’s a weakness of mine. But I have my limits, you know. At a certain point I start to laugh at myself and go for a walk. And I could never have posted this craigslist ad. Even though I was at that concert. Pretty good show, by the way.
