Have you ever reached into the pocket of an old coat and found a piece of garbage that has matured into a treasure?
Fear: The Record is one of the greatest punk albums to come out of the first wave of L.A. punk. Those guys were beasts, but they were funny, too. I still throw on “Beef Baloney” and “Fuck Christmas” when I’m in a funk rather than feeling funky.
I don’t remember when I was handed this handbill for a show at the Palladium in Los Angeles, but I’m guessing late eighties. I saw quite a few shows there, so I assume that somebody jammed this in my hand while I was walking down Sunset and I stuck it in my pocket and forgot about it.
All I know is that I didn’t get to the show. I am an idiot.
Categories: From the Stacks, Music
That’s a lot better than finding an actual beef baloney sandwich.
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A twenty-five year old beef baloney sandwich. The bread would be disgusting but I’m guessing the baloney wouldn’t change much.
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Very cool, finding forgotten treasure! Not getting to do that very often is the worst part of being a fierce thrower outer.
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That makes the treasure all the more special when you find it, though.
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