on the record #7

fugazi - 21 songs

not an official release. i took what i thought was the best from the last few records and put them on one disc. as such:

1. untitled
2. cashout
3. full disclosure
4. afterthought
5. epic problem
6. life and limb
7. trios
8. the kill
9. strangelight
10. shaken all over
11. i'm so tired
12. oh
13. ex-spectator
14. nightshop
15. argument
16. link track
17. furniture
18. number 5
19. hello morning
20. closed captioned
21. me and thumbelina

i bought red medicine from them and hadn't gotten anything since. fugazi and i have always had a strange relationship. they seem to bring out the idiot in me. to wit:

when they released their first TAPE...that's right motherfuckers, i said it, their first TAPE...i rushed to get it. i had known minor threat and since ian was in fugazi, it had to kick ass. so i got the first tape, listened to it and was like what's up with this reggae shit? i promptly returned it to the record store after i cut the tape in half and demanded a refund. i used it to go halfs on a dime and a bottle of wine.

needless to say, i bought it again later when it was paired with the margin walker tape for the CD.

then there was this one time fugazi was playing right up the street for five dollars...like they always do...these paragons of virtue, ancient soothsayers of wisdom, purveyors of chaos, prophets of innocent beat yessitude, angry hearts - five fuckin' dollars, terrell owens!

where am i?

oh right...they played right up the street a long time ago and i had a chance to go, but i opted instead to have a hard time on orange and sunshine and sit in the rain. later that night, we were walking down the street, and we see the band eating in Subway...so we got all freaked out and my boy ran back to his apartment to get his cam corder while i stood guard at Subway. he "interviewed" the band...which consisted mostly of him asking the band if they could "hear that noise" and if they saw the latest issue of High Times. they were complete gentlemen, though, and after i called them pussies a few times, they were even hittin' the bottle of wine with us back in the alley.

i caught them live later and recognized, bitch.

the red medicine record i got from them was alright, but i figured i'd heard enough. then on a lark, i get wind of the above tunes and am completely reminded of those idiot days. and i am sure that more are to come.