Everybody Knows

It would be refreshing if one of the scumbag Republican candidates just sang this at the next debate.



Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich

That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died

Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes

Everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

And everybody knows that it's now or never
Everybody knows that it's me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah when you've done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton
For your ribbons and bows

And everybody knows
And everybody knows that the Plague is coming
Everybody knows that it's moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there's gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows
And everybody knows that you're in trouble
Everybody knows what you've been through
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary
To the beach of Malibu
Everybody knows it's coming apart
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Oh everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows

A Heartwarming Story

So it was the summer between high school and college and I was a full on drug and punk freak.

Things were going OK- I had my college plans (far far far away from home) and I had a bit of money through my gas station job. I was going to go to party in the neighborhood and meet my "girlfriend" ("girlfriend" with the quotes because I hadn't fornicated with her. I had met her at a Ramones concert and made out with her- whats better then locking lips during "She's The One"!!!). I still remember the taste of Benzoil Peroxide on her zit covered cheeks and the faint smell of vinegar. To a 17 year old,,, it was a heady bouquet.

So, young Nazz had a pocketful of white cross hits of speed and blotter acid and hurriedly gobbled a bunch en route to the soiree- which was in walking distance of my folks house. I left about 3 pm or so- saying I'd be gone for a couple of hours. The party begins, the drugs kick in and I am hanging out on some swings in a playground with the girlfriend. "Nazz- I wanna break up" she utters. And in THAT MOMENT the drugs kicked in, my brain boiled over and my heart broke. The old triple play.

She left me there on the swings, as I tried to stuff all the sense back into my mind. Didn't work. Nope not at all. So now, with the insult and surprise of getting the "Dear John" oration, I had to figure out what to do for the next 12 hours or so until the dope wore off.
Soooo, I went back to the party. After all... hey had weed and booze.

Now, the attendees of the party and I shared exactly one thing in common- we were human beings. Actually 2, if you count that we all did drugs. But that was about it- they were all college folks, mostly gay and into the theater. I was a dirty high school punk who made fun of their Jackson Browne records and drank all their liquor.

But, having little choice- I stuck around, all the while watching my mind melt from the outside and my soul melt from the inside- of course everyone knew that I was a: just used as an emotional tampon and b: tripping balls and in an extremely sensitive state; so they did what they could.
Like: "Nazz whatever you do, if you go into the bathroom do not look into the mirror."
Which ...    I ...    immediately ...    did ...   of  ...  course!

After about 30 minutes someone noticed I had been gone a long time and pulled me out of the mirror- where I had effectively climbed through my dilated pupils and into the psychedelic tunnel of horrors that my mind had decided to construct for me. By the time they knocked down the door, I was foaming at the mouth and screaming that I was like Mr. Spock and no one would ever love me.

At this point it made the most sense to get me to go for a walk- so a couple of baby sitter types (300 lb asian chicks) allowed me to walk 4 miles barefoot and set up shop in a graveyard, overlooking the Long Island Sound (think Jimmy on the White Cliffs of Dover in Quadrophenia). So adding things up, it made perfect sense to in my twisted mind to try to dive from a 150 foot rocky cliff into the water. Which, I was forcibly stopped from doing, as a pair of 300 lb asian women can output a lot of torque on a 140 lb raving lunatic.

Eventually I settled down around dawn shirtless and shoeless, and the aforementioned Asian lifesavers got me home. Whereas my mom opened the door and threw a right hook to my jaw.

I never got those sneakers back.

"Everyone has a plan, until they get punched in the mouth"

So said Iron Mike Tyson.

Words to live by.

How are YOU taking the hits?

With your hands on head or on the trigger of a gun?

NYG + NN = MLK

As long time readers might know, I have a major love jones for the NEW YORK FOOTBALL GIANTS.
So, yesterdays' ass kicking of the Green Bay Packers was very enjoyable. What really surprised me, however, was that I am on the road (ummm... my name IS Nomad) and spent the game in a Pennsylvania watering hole, surrounded by Eagles fans. And I didn't get into any fights!!!!!!! And I even played peacemaker breaking on up! Say what you will, but $5 Yuengling pitchers must bring out the Martin Luther King in me!

Friggatriskaidekaphobia

I've had a couple of business setbacks today- suck city. Is it because it's Friday The 13th? And, since the world is supposed to end this year- wouldn't it make sense that it would end on a Friday The 13th?

Yeah- sure...

It's the 21st freakin' century and we're still afraid of this nonsense...

From Medical News Today:

The Friggatriskaidekaphobia phenomenon is a phobia for Friday 13th, a superstition that has existed for hundreds of years in virtually every corner of the world. In India's movie industry, they try to avoid releasing new films on Friday 13th because of a fear it will do badly. Even stock markets around the world tend to see less activity on this date. Typically, airlines also report a drop in passengers.

Between 17 and 21 million Americans have a phobia of Friday 13th, according to the Stress Management Center and Phobia Institute in North Carolina.

According to the Dutch Centre for Insurance Statistics, fewer accidents and fires occur on Friday 13th, probably because people are more careful or just stay at home.

Redd Kross Live

And here's some Redd Kross live! 


From 1982 (30 years ago?????!!!!!)



2008 (give or take a year)


Redd Kross (as Red Cross- the original spelling of the band) performing mega old school - the songs from their first album Born Innocent:


and lastly, as the second greatest power pop band ever:

More Redd Kross Rarities

Hey kave kids, here's some more cooler than thou stuff from Redd Kross!

Here's a quick Redd Kross story. Back in the 80's around the "Teen Babes From Monsanto" era- RK played a NYC show with the Circle Jerks, Toxic Reasons and DOA. I still have the poster from the show. So me and Davey snuck backstage (it was at this old theater/club called The Ritz- now known as Webster Hall). We were pretty "enhanced" and struck up a convo with the bros McDonald that focused mainly on mushrooms, stealing liquor from our parents stash and of course "Kiss Meets The Phantom Of The Park". After awhile we noticed that there were girls around so we 2 obvious Noo Yawkers started hitting on the gash, making up stories about how we were surfers from Redondo Beach in Cali. The girls called us on our shit and I had to improvise, saying I used an ironing board as a surfing device because I was just so fucking punk rock.

We did not get laid.

But it was a bitchin' show.

Covering The Carpenters... so sweet!


And ABBA


Redd Kross paying tribute to Shonen Knife


Quid pro quo- Shonen Knife does a tribute to Redd Kross:

Redd Kross rarities

Jangle jangle jangle... it's 2012.

It's time for some Redd Kross--- one of my all time fave bands- early so-cal punk to KISS worshippers to power pop legends.

Here some pretty rare (shit- I hadn't seen this stuff before on-line) of the McDonald Brothers and friends...

starting off with the classic DESPERATE TEENAGE LOVEDOLLS- the story of Bunny, Kitty and Patch.

Desperate Teenage Lovedolls by crazedigitalmovies

The "Third Eye" incarnation got to perform on a couple of NBC late nighters:






and a crucial cover of a great song from Queen:



more to come!

Better Things

All the best to all of you for 2012. And better things.










Here's wishing you the bluest sky,
And hoping something better comes tomorrow.
Hoping all the verses rhyme,
And the very best of choruses to
Follow all the doubt and sadness.
I know that better things are on the way.

Here's hoping all the days ahead
Won't be as bitter as the ones behind you.
Be an optimist instead,
And somehow happiness will find you.
Forget what happened yesterday,
I know that better things are on the way.

It's really good to see you rocking out
And having fun,
Living like you just begun.
Accept your life and what it brings.
I hope tomorrow you'll find better things.
I know tomorrow you'll find better things.

Here's wishing you the bluest sky,
And hoping something better comes tomorrow.
Hoping all the verses rhyme,
And the very best of choruses to
Follow all the drudge and sadness.
I know that better things are on the way.

I know you've got a lot of good things happening up ahead.
The past is gone it's all been said.
So here's to what the future brings,
I know tomorrow you'll find better things.
I know tomorrow you'll find better things.