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This blog is temporarily on hiatus as I'm working on a new project.

Murder on the streets will take over for my other blog as well, Photoproof.

So please gimme some hits.

Thanks. Hope you enjoy.

Seven inches

My new favorite website is 7 Inch Punk. You've probably wandered on it before if you've ever searched the internet for old 45's. I've never found so many awesome records available for download in one fucking place. It unites one of the most impressive collections of seven inches I've ever seen, from old school punk to hardcore to whatever. If it was pressed on a small vinyl disc, and the band members were straight edge or, conversely, sniffed glue, it's probably here. From Charles Bronson (my fucking favorites of all time) to Discharge to The Subhumans, it's all there. He has neat little captions, too, that sum up what the record is all about if you've never heard of the title before. Just leave comments and feedbacks as a form of recognition.




My new favorite website is 7 Inch Punk. You've probably wandered on it before if you've ever searched the internet for old 45's. I've never found so many awesome records available for download in one fucking place. It unites one of the most impressive collections of seven inches I've ever seen, from old school punk to hardcore to whatever. If it was pressed on a small vinyl disc, and the band members were straight edge or, conversely, sniffed glue, it's probably here. From Charles Bronson (my fucking favorites of all time) to Discharge to The Subhumans, it's all there. He has neat little captions, too, that sum up what the record is all about if you've never heard of the title before. Just leave comments and feedbacks as a form of recognition. 

Sleep is for cunts

Another night was spent not sleeping. My roommate is gone and I'm stuck with his cat who's like this schizo speed freak who eats and shits constantly and chews up aluminum foil and plastic bags and who jumps on shit and claws your face with razor-like precision. And, by the way, all he does is make fur. That's his job. He makes hair all day. 

When I don't sleep I pillage YouTube. I get in there, deep. I've seen almost everything. I think there are about six or seven videos that I haven't seen yet, and when I get to the end of the YouTube, I fear that I'll be greeted with a giant abyssal cavity where content just stops and the atmospheric conditions resemble those of Jupiter. It's a place where assholes and racists can't comment anymore on videos so they tumble endlessly in a see of blackness - forever. 

I also broke a guitar string and made some salsa and cheese dip in the microwave, but when I microwaved the salsa I realized that warm salsa tastes like shit and the spiciness level is twofold. Yeah, that shit is doubled. 

I also cleaned my kitchen a bit and made some pancakes. I watched some Fresh Prince (courtesy of Alex ) and smoked a couple of cigarettes. I also did NOT do laundry and realized I'll have to 'recycle' for a third day now. Guys, don't front, you know what I'm talking about. 

Shit. This is bad. I have a test in a few hours and I didn't study. I know some shit, but not enough, you know what I mean? 

I also checked out this new blog that some acquaintances of mine have dedicated to reviewing beers. It's pretty decent and if you like beer as much as you claim then you should help hit these motherfuckers up. 

Send me money, please. 

Thanks,

Alan

Medicine for people who drink lots of alcohol

1 out of 5 people that come and ask me for something at the pharmacy are drunk. They wreak of liquor and are belligerent and have requests that are about as odd as you could imagine. 

One man, who had been drinking for most of the morning, came in around 11:30 AM and asked me which of the sinus medications was non-drowsy. He picked up some Advil Sinus Nighttime formula and asked if it was good. 

I said yes, that I had used it before, and that it helped relieve my sinus congestion. That, of course, was a lie. 

Then, for some inexplicable reason, he switched and pointed at the NyQuil. he asked me if it was a) non-drowsy and b) effective.

Really.

Alcoholics are fine individuals as long as they are drunk enough to function. An excess of alcohol can send them to the 'violent and suicidal' spectrum while a lack of alcohol can cause them to become dysfunctional and broken, like a toy car with no wheels. Happy alcoholics are my favorite kind. They have an unwavering sense of hope and optimism that radiates from their every activity: once drunk, their daily tasks become small yet infinite triumphs that they appropriate in a very proud manner. The shame of it is the tragic undertow of their condition that pulls them slowly into self-destruction. 

Alcoholics shouldn't take flu or sinus medication for quite obvious reasons. Although minimally symptomatic, the interactions between analgesics and alcohol are quite malignant.

Perhaps the oddest request I got was a man who wanted salad for "a healthy snack." He then asked for some supplements, and on his way to the supplement section, he stopped me and asked for syringes. 

"With or without needles?" I asked.

"With. It's to feed my plants." 

Apparently this man's plants don't like water much and they'd prefer a good 8-ball. He was drunk and he was about to shoot heroin. 

Needles are 25¢ a pop but the vague memories of the shit you did while on heroin are priceless and they last a lifetime. 

My YouTube Favs

Here's what I've liked over the years.

Together In Electric Dreams



Classic Mars Blackmon



I'M A MIME!!!!!!



Circuit Bending



Physical Comedy



Early Graphics



Lou Fucking Reed



U sellz me a organ, homeez.

American Football

Recently, I discovered a band that existed almost ten years ago and which experienced a very short-lived exposure. My friend Xavier and I have been gushing about it ever since we discovered a mututal love for this band's music. American Football are classic emo, when emo was more about intelligent music and less about myspace. 

The music is great; gentle, melodic guitar riffs supported by fantastic percussion and adorned with simple horn parts. The singer, Mike Kinsella, is currently releasing solo material under the name Owen. 

They only ever released a self-titled album and a three-song EP.

Get the album here courtesy of Sack My Hardcore on Blogspot.