He’s a funny, no bullshit kind of guy who would never let me get away with disingenuous lines, and I appreciate that. And his Twitter feed (@MiloKilledPunk) is the business.
A punk from the old school, Milo would’ve been a best pal to Lee G. and me back in the old days, but we didn’t know that. Just goes to show you that we have best friends all over this huge planet, waiting to be discovered.
Anyway, here’s Milo’s deep cuts:
I have just composed and deleted my own raw Stafford-esque personal tale. Instead, enjoy one of my current mix tapes, which now are made to be hidden rather than shared.
I am a died-in-the-wool-pulled-over-the-eyes punk. A headbanger, converted by an authentic anarchistic skate punk. I was fortunate to have this friend in my life just for one year in high school. He altered my perceptions of art, music and people to this very day… and for the rest of my life.
I recall September 11th vividly, worried myself sick all that day for my punk mentor. I prayed that he would not be killed senselessly in some godforsaken desert. I wondered why my country was waging war across the planet, risking my friends, our sons and daughters.
Of couse I’m referring to the Persian Gulf War, when Bush administered the New World Order.
“We have before us the opportunity to forge for ourselves and for future generations a ‘new world order’. A world where the rule of law, not the law of the jungle, governs the conduct of nations. When we are successful, and we will be, we have a real chance at this ‘new world order’, an order in which a credible United Nations can use it’s peacekeeping role to fulfill the promise and vision of the U.N.s’ founders.” –President George Bush
War for Oil. Imagine that… for I could not. For the first time, I was awakened. As were many brave musicians:
“Sorrow (acoustic version), “Dr.Greg Graffin, Ph.D. “To settle up a bet that could not be won, Between a prideful father and his son.”
“Idiots are Taking Over,” NOFX
“Warhead,” Otep. “And the elephants march to war.”
“Putin Lights Up the Fires,” Pussy Riot. My shout out to badass authentic punks.
A dapper Nobel Prize winner rescued us from the enRaptured nepotistic leaders. But his blood runs as cold as the circuits in his murderous pet robot horde.
Soon, the music you listen to may be included with your recorded email, texts, tweets, FB posts and internet purchases in your not-so-secret government profile. Oh, who am I kidding? Surely it is included.
I shall savor these rapidly depleting milliseconds of anonymity, and be the one to decide which of my stories are told.
Are you interested in writing your own “Deep Cuts” to share with your WIM-minded brothers and sisters? Leave a comment or send me an email at: firstname.lastname@example.org.