The Love and Respect World Wide Web Presence

Car, MP3: Opens with Whiting Tennis's humming-bird bassline, followed by my true story lyrics, and then the most beautiful and pulsing exchange of syncopated notes between Steve Turner and Whiting. Goof Mantra.

Chlamydia, MP3: Lyrical brilliance, I was in the zone that day.

Library Girl, MP3: For the Mudhoney completest, Steve Turner sings this true tale. The best part is three quarters of the way through when Steve can't keep a straight face and I smile every time.

Love You, MP3: Steve and Ed Fotheringham's guitars bounce and skip together as Ed applies his sexy and warm-crack-of-ice vocals in order to woo his true love.

Stupid Pretty Girl, MP3: Ed's wailing on this track is better then any of his work with the Thrown-ups on the Amphetamine Reptile label. His lyrics are sardonically wise.

Wanda Fuca, MP3: Backlash magazine didn't like this one.


ORIGINAL POST:



Couldn't Get High, MP3
Fug(g)'s cover, Whiting sings.

Fishy Respect, MP3
Double entendre and fish.

Hey, MP3
The lyrics: "Hey!"



I Hate Recess (When They Play Smear the Queer), MP3

If I Only Had a Brain, MP3

Roseanne, MP3
Mekon's cover

Summer Vacation, MP3







Steve LaRose, free MP3
This is actually a Sad and Lonely(s) song

Curvilinear Notes:
Couldn't Get High
For whatever reasons, "Couldn't Get High" was the first song that made the list. I googled "Couldn't Get High" and first hit upon a version of the lyrics at a location titled Slightly Soopid Lyrics. The next stop was dedicated to a record: "The Figgs Couldn't Get High". I've never heard of them, The Figgs, of course I had never heard of the Fuggs either, but that's beside the point. Here is the Figgs Looking Glass. I tangent. It seems that the "Fug(g)s" are most remembered with one "g". The Goblin Magazine Archives says of the Fugs first ablum:

This album came out of two jam sessions in Ed Sanders' Peace Eye bookstore. It's a raw and energetic folk rock record, but unfortunately the FUGS technical knowledge was limited. As Ed Sanders said, "We had absolutely no sense or belief that there would be any interest in this stuff 30 years later. It didn't occur to us at all, otherwise we might have paid more careful attention to the recording techniques - the placement of microphones, the quality of the tape recorder and so forth - especially with the live material. On one level, we just did all this for a joke. We decided to have some fun, party, and write some songs. We were poets, and we certainly knew how to write words, but none of us went to Juilliard, and when we made the first record we didn't even know how to face the microphones."

The lyrics on this album are first rate poetry (except when they're joking around) but the music is obviously stoned beatniks diddling out catchy folk-rock tunes. However, it is quaint and entertaining -- like a musical home movie.

I Couldn't Get High is the FUGS number one drug anthem: "I went to a party the other night/ I wanted to fill my brain with light/ I grabbed myself a bottle/ I thought in a while I'd be feeling fine but I couldn't get high/ I whipped out my pipe and filled it full of grass/ Gave myself a light/ I huffed, puffed, smoked and toked/ After a while my heart was nearly broke ..."

The point is, if you google couldn't get high fugs, your looking-glass feeds-back.
Whiting Tennis sings our version. Having never heard the original song, I fell in love with White's take on it and I couldn't hear it any other way.

Fishy Respect

Fishy Respect was a song that naturally oozed out of Mung Fest. That's me, on the right (seventeen years ago), struggling, dreaming, praying to connect with the band. Moving left we see Ed Fotheringham hunched over his white plastic retro-electro guitar. The mud-caked naked bass player is Whiting Tennis. Savy-to-it-all drummer Joe Culver twirled the sticks. Steve Turner may have been on tour with Mudhoney, but I imagine he wasn't too keen on the hippy nature of Mung Fest (A pre-rave, inner-city hippy/punk, low-impact camp out). Boy, those were the days.
Hey
Hey was the first track on our single put out on Volker Stewert's label Penultimate Records. Here is Volker at the Comet Tavern, 17 years ago. The man with a vision.As a classic six-degrees of separation example, Volker went to high school with my wife Stacy and Blake of eMpTy Records US in Germany. I didn't know that then, of course. Volker was this kook who was willing to pay for us to visit Jack Endino. I didn't understand it. I guess he just loved beer and punk-rock. Today he owns The Brewer's Art in Baltimore.
I Hate Recess (When They Played Smear the Queer)
The title pretty much says it all. There is a reference to Major Matt Mason in the song. If you were born in 1963, you might get it. I really did hate smear the queer. However, it probably forced me to come to terms with my athletic limitations and accelerated my drawing. That's not true. I really didn't get the Art thing until much later. Here is my first mural in the basement of a house I was sharing with five other guys. One of them was Joe.Joe played drums with Big Tube Squeezer, Love and Respect, The Sad and Lonely(s), and Bardo Pond. We sure messed up that house.
If I Only Had a Brain
This little ditty still makes me smile. The object was to never say the same thing twice. Whenever we preformed the song I tried to make things up spontaneous prose style. I'm very bad at spontaneous prose but very good at drinking beer. Ah. . . warts and all.
Rosanne
Rosanne is a Mekon's cover. It is one of my favorites. From Joe's stumbling drum to Whiting's flap-farting baseline, to Steve and Ed's dueling note dropping.
Summer Vacation
This song came from Steve Turner. I think it was a Mudhoney reject. He even handed me a piece of paper with the words for the chorus. Steve is often advertised as being in the band. He was certainly there for the recordings. But, I don't remember him ever at "practice" or when we played shows. Here are two pictures of shows, and Steve is not there!Steve wasn't there when Ed, Joe and Whiting took me to the "E" level of the University of Washington's parking garage. The "E" level had outlets you see. You could plug your gear in and make noise. That was my first taste of being in a band. Three talented compatriots taking me along for a ride. We played at the Vogue mostly.

Later, I went to grad school. One night, I drank too much Ouzo while reading Foucault's Madness and Civilization. I had written quite a bit of "visionary" text on my studio wall. I transcribed all that I could and sent the letter to either Joe, Ed, or Steve. They might have all been living together. Here is a great shot of Dan Peters and Steve.

Anyway, The Sad and Lonely(s) recorded a song called Steve LaRose. The record was produced by Dan. The song is sung by Joe, reading my Ouzo/Foucault words. Steve and Ed playing instruments.
"I find idleness is the ultimate rebellion!"

Indeed.