KING O' THE WEB!

Did I mention?........ KING O' THE WEB!

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Another Punk Post Card by Mark Cheney


This time: Bush Tetras. Punk poet Marty Watt was in the audience, and it was at the Starlite Ballroom in the now sure-to-get-you-murdered section of Kensington in Philadelphia. On the reverse, the photographer who also produced the card has written on 12/16/80 (3 days before my birthday, gift givers!) "I was so f*cked up when I ran into you - I didn't rea;lize I was calling you Pete - Sorry bout dat!!! Go see Bush Tetras again - I'm sure you will enjoy - M"

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Vibrator Joke

What the......

Wow. I found it. I thought it was lost.

I had a friend in back in the day who had some serious problems that were eventually overcome, but at the time was in the midst of it and to them, Bugliosi was a hero. He is to me now. So when I heard him speak, I went backstage for an autograph. Bugliosi was warm and understanding and took the time to write this. The guy who would put Dubya in jail for murder, caught Manson and proved a lone gunman. A living national intellectual treasure. The friend never got it, for separation occurred shortly after, and I never saw them again, but a wish to pray is the same as praying they say. That is, if you pray. You get what I'm tryinta say - don't be so snarky, it was a nice gesture.





Monday, July 25, 2011

Mockery



My daughter riffing on my notes to myself, with highly acerbic crackpot ideas that are supposed to be mine. At first i was all "heyyyy..... this is crazy...." then "wait! this is supposed to be ME!!!!!"

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Cramps Post Card



Postmarked May 19th, 1981. Mark Cheney was a professional punk rock photographer from the Delaware Valley, who produced these original postcards. Also a good guy who kept in touch. The reverse says, "....so the cat says to the sailor 'that's alot to swallow'" -Mark

A splendid photograph of Lux & Ivy

Saturday, July 23, 2011

The Potato Chip Song


I do not know the provenance of this photo. I have never met these people. It was in my old stuff. It may have been the drummer in my band's wife's relatives. Either way whatta head, no? It's like he's in a trance. Here is his song:

It goes on like that until only dogs can hear it.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Mile 200

Atop Eldridge's Hill
"Riding around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way."