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Sorry for the excess length of this episode of Electric Degeneration. That time of month, y'know? When we clean out the In box....
So I says to the guy, I says "I wish there was a music fest, with bands I wanted to see, where the beer was free, where it wasn't so crowded, where there were explosives, and barbecue, and where if some punk-ass yuppie fuckhead got in my way I could tromp his stupid head and tell him to hit the road!"
And the guy grins and says to me "Have I got a day for YOU...."
Degenerate Press' annual Summertime Blast is looking better all the time, and not just in comparison to Music Midtown. We're talkin' beer, we're talkin' BBQ, we're talkin' bands, we're talking FREE.
"HOW can you do this?" you ask?
VOLUME! That's right, by doing this in such massive quantities and with such high quality we'll be enriched, in spirit anyway... Stay tuned.
"HEY SKIPPY, YOU STEPPED ON MY CHEZMO
HEY SKIPPY, YOU DON'T OWN THIS HIGHWAY
HEY SKIPPY, GET OUT OF MY WINDSHIELD
HEY SKIPPY, YOU GONNA DIE
WHERE'D YOU GET YOUR DRIVER'S LICENSE
SEARS & FUCKIN' ROBUCK?
WHO THE HELL YOU THINK YOU ARE
BEN FUCKIN' HUR?
WHAT'D YOU CALL ME
THERE AIN'T NO FENCE AROUND MY ASS, COWBOY
IF YOU FEEL FROGGY
WHY DON'T YOU, BY GOD, JUMP
YOU DON'T WANT NONE
OF MY GARDEN FRESH YOUNG ASS
HEY SKIPPY, YOU STEPPED ON MY CHEZMO
HEY SKIPPY, GET OUTA MY WINDSHIELD
HEY SKIPPY, YOU REPROBATE YAHOO
HEY SKIPPY, GO BACK TO NEW JERSEY"
Deacon Lunchbox, "hard rock song about bein' macho in your car".
Just felt the need to throw that in.
Yet another imitator of Degenerate Press has come to be. "The Atlanta Sideshow" is not bad, showcasing a variety of degenerate activities. But beware!! They have succumbed to the evil forces of ADVERTISING. That's right, they're just in it for the money. Capitalist swine. Besides that, their articles in the first issue focus on things Degenerate Press has pointed to YEARS ago. Catfight! - hmmm, sound familiar? Bet they didn't play in Atlanta Sideshow's living room. The film "Dudes"? Hey, we reviewed that in OUR premier broadcast of Degeneration Excerpt two years ago!!
Imitation is the highest form of flattery.
Just to thumb our noses at 'em, we've added them to the Electric Degeneration mailing list! Welcome, guys!
We're still adding to our mailing list ANYone who's sent us junk mail or inquired of our vast knowledge on local stuff. If this pisses you off just drop us email with "I paid to see Beverly Hills Ninja" and we'll immediately remove you from the temple.
Speaking of, long time listeners will recall, with various emotional states, our feminism battle of eons ago. We got this in the mail the other day:
"I forgive the excerpt for it's politically incorrect flame toward
women a few years ago and would like to be on the list again. Please. If you'll let me. I'm feeling pretty out of the loop. I'll understand if you say no."
No need to beg, ever. When it comes to service, Degenerate Press is there with bells on! 'Course, those bells are on the tips of our jesters' hats...
Damn, this serious overhaul of our web pages is taking some time! Sorry for the delays, but we want to do it ALL - new graphics, new features, archived Electric Degeneration available on line, Food Feature of the Month, on and on and on... Anyone wanting to see somethin' we ain't got yet, let us know!
Below the Prophesy section is a list of advertisers who dropped or stuck with Ellen for the big show. Influence society with your dollars today.
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