(false counts on the next man in)

My brain is fifteen down and as many years lost to the throes of rock and roll revelry that once led my mother to stand up and riot with a burnt bra hanging around the neck of a johnson effigy as she screamed for justice and peace even as her best friends were soaking up the sun of fresh napalm in the early morning grass of vietnamese prison camp.

Of course, these songs never marked a revolution with anyone but me and the rabble rousers that laid waste to my insurgent head and the stink of death outside this door.

1. Swing kids - warsaw...a cover track off the beat that once forwarded an ex on her first trip to los angeles with a half-junky bunch of miscreants who called themselves an act. justin still leaves me uneasy when he shouts for three one g.

2. Jawbox - savory...one of the few dischord bands to ever shovel out into the mainstream and leave us still scrambling for pieces of our maws to this day, jawbox hit me with a fractured beauty that will never be replayed.

3. Can - you doo right...there's no goddamn reason i should love a twenty minute fuck-off dirge with as few lyrics as i have left hopes in my head, but i do. perhaps its all on something of the account of it coming out of mr. mooney's nervous breakdown during the hours and hours of recording this.

4. Mclusky - mi o mai...a band to be missed more than anything that's made its way through the music scene in the last ten dead years, mclusky tore shit up with unparalleled scottish glee. and, yes, evidently there is such a thing.

5. The casket lottery - what i built last night...emo isn't as emo was but rites of spring still piss me off which as just as well as boys like this once came along to show the passion of the disenfranchised man and his impoverished search for a god.

6. City of caterpillar - a little change could go a long way...the first band to ever leave me completely unaware of who i was or just what the fuck i was seeing in front of the lurching walls of marshall stacks sucking the last bits of power from the walls of abc. epic hardcore the way sonic youth might of intended if they weren't so busy still sucking off glenn branca.

7. Boredoms - molecicco...jap scatting their noise into my life when i was just thirteen the boredoms (when i take the time to stop screaming and just fucking think) were the band that changed everything for me. this was their pop song. think about it.

8. The weakerthans - reconstruction site...singing to her in a half-drunken stupor before we aimed to end anything (if even for a year) the weakerthans still remind me of what sweetness can find you when you forget how hard you were looking.

9. Rocket from the crypt - cut it loose...steal a penny, raise a brew to the last latent guitar hero we hardly knew.

10. Weezer - surf wax america...in rounder days we used to stand outside the great oak doors of dio singing these harmonies, hocking loogies in the air and waiting on our bacon pizza. at the time it almost beat cigarettes.

11. The blood brothers - rescue...certain assurances will always confirm that there's somebody not so fucking far from wringing your scrawny young neck.

12. Velocity girl - copacetic...we loved sarah shannon then. we (heart) sarah shannon now. with her subdued operatics and the swirling geekdom that was my once and future forgotten favorite.

13. The wipers - youth of america...the melvins play it. so do mission of burma. if you need a better pair of cultural references, you can probably eat a dick.

14. Coalesce - you can't kill us all...heavy, man. fucking heavy. like a train crashing into two collapsing buildings to the tune of nero's electric fiddle. when i'm drinking in the wrong crowd, this song always comes out of my mouth.

15. Archers of loaf - might...no single song has seen me through darker times and wild and adolescent heights as might. i can't say that its perfect but, goddamn, if it hasn't done me right every step of my life.

Rock it.