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Thoughts on the Dead Kennedys amidst a painting haze...

I'm still listening. I just haven't been able to write it all down lately. The past month or so, I've been a painting and patching fool, readying the nursery for the newborn. Naturally, there's nothing my stereo hasn't been pushing through its speakers over the countless hours I've spent in a fumy haze while thinking a lot about nothing in particular, or thinking very little at all and just letting the sounds carry me through the task at hand. The Dead Kennedys' Plastic Surgery Disasters , one of those relics from a discontented teenagehood, shuffled into place at one point and inspired a fluid stream of nostalgia followed by internal debate. It was on a cold morning while walking across Pickering Field to the bus stop when I first heard DK as they pummeled their way through a somewhat sloppy version of David Allen Coe 's "Take This Job and Shove It." A kid at school had lent me a dubbed cassette. Further adding to the audible drawbacks wi