tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291232662827929830.post727091236502754626..comments2023-08-12T08:03:41.840-07:00Comments on Poetry Is For Assholes: A journal of the arts: My place in historyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291232662827929830.post-52403509819847309202009-03-04T02:45:00.000-08:002009-03-04T02:45:00.000-08:00i never saw the zero boys so lucky you and that re...i never saw the zero boys so lucky you and that recoredjust wont die because its just that good me thinks...???Devil Dickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15962298209910015403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291232662827929830.post-4069210499321571852009-02-22T07:51:00.000-08:002009-02-22T07:51:00.000-08:00"I liked my punk sloppy, amateurish, self destruct..."I liked my punk sloppy, amateurish, self destructive and nihilistic..."<BR/><BR/>Sounds about right to me too.<BR/><BR/>Oddly, I was reflecting earlier on the death of independent record shops here in this locality. There was about four within spitting distance of each other in the city centre in Glasgow in '77, and they all managed to turn a profit. I fuckin' hated the 80's. With plenty of good reason, it seems, when you turn around and see how well that economic model has served us.ibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08788986697776895039noreply@blogger.com