Alright, #funaday2025 is over, the crowd weeps and gnashes its teeth, cursing a god who could ever allow such festivities to end! But in the shadow of such an epoch, I'd love to reflect on all the shtuff I cooked up before moving on.
The first few days were committed to digital paper beneath the spectre of some horrible bug, but I think I should blame ignorance more than anything. I'm no Star Trek pro and have interacted with very little Trek media, so the Q and Deanna Troi were just off the 1/
50. Screamers - I Wanna Hurt (1978)
(ON) - "I try to sleep, and I try to dream"
What are you haunted by? What keeps you up? Do you remember the first time you felt stupid? Ashamed? Afraid? Ridiculed, talked down to? Tucked tail and ran like a coward?
I do. These are moments I carry with me every day, the sun shines and the breeze feels nice and you think of your partner and you pet a dog and then you remember farting in front of a pretty girl in the schoolyard. There's more too, yeah? The intimate, the banal, the truly revolting, they've got a way of blending and bleeding into your safest and quietest moments. I remember the first time my best friend called me a hairy backed beaner, the time my mother asked if I was happy to see old ladies clutch their purses a little tighter as I walked past. I remember every night she loudly whispered sexual insults and threats of suicide at my stepfather, a few steps outside my door. I remember crying in my car after a family friend's quincenera, disgusted with myself for not shaking her sick father's hand. He died a few months later.
(DOO) - "If you build a wall, you'll be safe at night"
And you feel stupid, alla that jazz, this whole month's been lousy with reiteration and repetition, you get the fucking point, yeah? Big shit, big whoop, build a wall. (In that selfsame spirit (repetition, reiteration, stupidity), the author continues:) This wall, big shit, tall, wide, thick just like this, yeah? It's a problem, the problem, many problems, and you should know, architect, foreman, contractor. Spend a lot of time repeating the mantra: “Do you like me? Do you hate me? Did I hurt you?” And you could build a ladder for much less than it takes to build out and maintain the wall, but you keep asking because deep down there's comfort in knowing that you are truly and fully hated.
If you're wrong, waddaya got? You wanna hurt.
(TWA) - "I wanna hurt"
A few different decisions just a half-life or so ago, we're talking the same mistakes your parents made. Marry the first person you ever fucked raw and never think very long whether the head or heart or other parts match up quite right and you make another one like you and so on and so forth, a line of repetitious begatting. Every day, you're sitting in an office, behind a desk, you build an app that maps out every place an actor has ever pissed or shit and maybe someone could lick the toilet with the premium subscription or, maybe, you spend all day building drone that kills kids in Gaza the same age as your children, and all the money made gets funneled through back channels to help disappear students in Ayotzinapa or purchases guns directly for the RSF. And before or after work, you sit in the garage, not quite ready to look in the mirror again, with the door closed just long enough to take a few seconds off the other end, too chickenshit to really follow through.
(CAT) - "I wanna love"
And yet, another earth, another time, another you: You could really love your spouse (yay!). You met after a bad breakup and a good move to a new city. Clean slate. Fresh start. And you never cheat and neither do they (hooray!), you love your kids (a rare feat, it turns out! Good job slugger!). You walk the dog and clean its shit and you brush the cat and clean its shit and you wash your hands and make dinner, meat, starch, veggies, and the pangs of a life that could have been don't sit too long. The sun shines and it just shines, the breeze hits your face and smells like flowers, freshly bloomed.
(SANQ) - “I wanna hurt”
Ultimately, I want it all.
The absence of struggle is physical death.
The absence of joy is spiritual death.
This is nothing novel.
I wanna hurt. I wanna love.
48. MD - Würde Würde Würde Sein (1983)
49. Void - My Rules (1982)
I'm going to live
would be
raised to questions
dignity maze structures Authority
They're on the streets
Everywhere, can't be without
Life says one thing for sure
up to many to see
fools those to listen I should Why
(A million signals, all the bells and whistles, it's all coming together.)
#FunADay2025 #Day27 #MD #ManischDepressiv #Void #HarDCore #HardcorePunk #Punk #CutUp
46. Die Kreuzen - Fighting (1984)
47. Shitlickers - Sprackta Snutskallar (1982)
"For the small to grow...
cracked cop skulls"
#FunADay2025 #Day26 #DieKreuzen #Shitlickers #Punk #HardcorePunk
41. Scopdom Scop - Shock Treatment's Too Much For Me (some time in the early 80s)
42. Bad Brains - Black Dots (1979)
43. the Raincoats - In Love (1979)
44 & 45. the 4th International - 頭腦劣勸者/Money Shock (1983)
A related transmission, after a one day intermission: all of this is fucking stupid. It's about time you got hip to that.
#FunADay2025 #Day25 #ScopdomScop #BadBrains #TheRaincoats #The4thInternational #HardcorePunk #Punk
40. the Endtables - Process of Elimination (1979)
'79. Kentucky. Gay.
Don't just fucking sit there.
You can do this anywhere.
You should do this everywhere.
#TheEndtables #Punk #HardcorePunk #Kentucky #Gay #FunADay2025
39. Aburadako - 忍耐 (1983)
Should Hardcore Punk be cool, accessible, digestible? Should you make a podcast? Should you invite Stavros or Hasan, should we tell the Red Scare girlies? Should you run an ad before you play a song from a Havoc Records comp circa 2005? Should PBR sponsor your next show? Should you pay Zuck so your flier will shoot to the front of the algorithm? Should every show you play be the same 6 people reconstituted into different lineups playing the same way, disseminating the same "message?" Should you drive 9 hrs to the next big city, or cut the drive in half? Should you crowd fund your next 4 color T? Should bandcamp help you press a record? Can you add time spent booking at the local dive bar to your next resume? Can you get the weekend off from your app developer job to play the fest? Can your grandma's SS check foot the bill the next time you road dog for your friends' band? (Have you loaded in so much as a box of records on any of these tours?) Can you write "don't start a fucking band?" on your tape in sharpie? Should you skip the lyric sheet, lest a challenger approach? Does your mask match your bullet belt (best to leave behind, if not)? Does this striped pocket T make me look too egg? Do you wanna talk about this for another fucking decade?
Or should punk be for psychos by psychos?
#Punk #HardcorePunk #Aburadako #JapanesePunk #JapaneseHardcore #FunADay2025 #Day23
35. Siege - Life of Hate (1984)
36. Electro Hippies - Wings of Death (1989)
37. YDI - Categorized (1983)
38. the Comes - Wa Ka Me (1983)
The theme today, in the midst of much uninteresting and irrelevant discourse, might surprise you: hardcore punk that is very good.
#FunADay2025 #Day22 #HardcorePunk #Punk #Siege #ElectroHippies #Carcass #YDI #theComes
34. Chemotherapy - I Don't Want To Be Watched (1983)
This one seems pretty fucking straightforward, yeah?
#FunADay2025 #Chemotherapy #Punk #HardcorePunk #IndianaPunk #OldSchoolHardcore
The Red Diamond Underground
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Andrea