Brit Punk Mix

...sat down to make a mix tonight and realized that I've made two Brit Punk mix tapes for two different people and both tapes have been stolen from broken into cars.

I couldn't reconstruct the first one, even with journal notes.

I've still got a copy of the second one. With the exception of X, I've always favored Brit Punk to U.S. Punk. Here's why:







A SIDE
New Rose – The Damned
Shot By Both Sides – Magazine
Hong Kong Garden – Siouxsie & The Banshees
(Get A) Grip (On Yourself) – Stranglers
Lookin’ After No. 1 – The Boomtown Rats
So It Goes – Nick Lowe
No Action – Elvis Costello & The Attractions
The Place I Love – The Jam
Whips & Furs – The Vibrators
One Chord Wonders – Adverts
(I’m) Stranded – The Saints
Feeling Called Love – Wire
Warrior In Woolworths – X-Ray Spex
Bigmouth Strikes Again – The Smiths
Barbed Wire Love – Stiff Little Fingers

B SIDE
The Buzzcocks
Singles Going Steady

Baba Yaga

"Treacherous witch!! You sent this child into the forest to meet her doom but it is you who visited darkness upon this house.

By my eyes I shall see that you have your fire or rather, that the fire shall have youuuuu!!!"

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This month J. D. Daniels explores A Scanner Darkly: Philip K. Dick’s novel, Richard Linklater’s film adaptation, and people who look into Scanner and see themselves.

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Blinded by the Light
by J. D. Daniels

Philip K. Dick, A Scanner Darkly, 1977.
Richard Linklater, A Scanner Darkly, 2006.

I don’t know how much acid you took. I don’t know how much I took, either. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. I loved growing up in Kentucky, but after a certain point there was nothing to do but take drugs.

Two years after an obsidian statuette in my stomach had begun talking to me, in a rare moment of clarity, I wondered if I might not have gone at least partly and temporarily, if not completely and irremediably, insane. I spent some time in a hospital. The sign on the door said Level Four: Risk of AWOL and the door stayed shut. The people who worked at the hospital didn’t want to hear what I had to say about Finnegans Wake. They told me I was going to have to stop taking the mind-altering drugs I enjoyed and learn to prefer the mind-altering drugs they prescribed. All right, I said. Add whiskey and stir.

Back then my friends read William S. Burroughs and Hunter S. Thompson. They read G. I. Gurdjieff and P. D. Ouspensky and H. P. Lovecraft and H. P. Blavatsky, anybody with initials. They read the science-fiction writer Philip K. Dick, and they, too, went cuckoo. Sometimes the cuckoo went back into its clock, and sometimes the cuckoo flew far away, never to return.

It’s easy to see why. Dick’s novel Martian Time-Slip centers on the R. D. Laing-ian conceit that schizophrenia is not a crippling mental illness but a privileged insight into the true nature of reality. Try that one on after you’ve been shrooming for the better part of 1991.

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