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This week: Food not Bombs benefit gets crusty, EPMD fans get burned. Plus: More high-school fairy tales! M Just calling in response to Fat Matt from Just Missed. Dude, it's really cool that I see you at every fucking show that comes to town and that you support all these punk bands. However, you gotta learn to relax in what you say to others, man, because the message you left makes all us punks look like immature little RETARDS. Like, I'm sure you're pissed that somebody knocked your band, but who really gives a shit--you'll get better with practice. By dissing his MOM left and right, you only stoop down to his sad level. I do, however, agree with you that there are a lot of great punk bands in this area that should be supported: My Big Wheel, Reset, Xtra-Large, Kung Fu Pimps, Sub, Five Knuckle Surprise--the list goes on and on. [BLEEP!] M This is the fucking epitome of a rant. EP-motherfucking-MD can suck my dick. Five albums, they stay on stage half an hour! If I had five albums I'd wanna do every song I'd ever done. Fuck a sore throat! On the second song of the new album, Erick Sermon starts off by saying, "I make a million bucks every six months." The reason that EPMD have been able to stay in the limelight for so long is because the public shells out $25 to go see them--for half an hour!!! Fuck that shit! Hip hop has taken a turn downwards, especially the major label shit. You gotta seek for the independent shit, the underground, because that is what is keeping hip hop alive. Pissed, pissed, pissed. Jon Doe is PISSED. [BLEEP!] F My friends and I think the SPOONMAN is cool. C'mon, he's out there in front of Ogilvy's, he's playing his spoons, he's working for his money. Kudos to the Spoonman! [BLEEP!] FAXRANT Spencer from Line Three here. On Feb. 21, we played a benefit for Food Not Bombs at Backstreet. Earlier that week I had invited a friend of Asian descent to come see us play. He accepted and showed up on Saturday with an East Asian friend of his. They stayed to see us play but left immediately afterwards, as several members of the all-white predominantly 'CRUSTY' crowd stared them down to the point where they felt intimidated. I can't adequately describe the anger I felt upon hearing this, but the 'Sieg Heils!' from the audience when the racists were challenged to show themselves onstage made it even worse. What I feel now, however, is disappointment. Disappointment in the fact that the crowd that came out to support Food Not Bombs--an organization that believes in tolerance and acceptance--turned out to be a bunch of RACIST PRICKS. Disappointment in the fact that my friends paid five bucks apiece only to be treated with prejudice. And disappointment that Line Three was even associated, however loosely, with such an event. Needless to say, Line Three won't be playing any benefits for Food Not Bombs in the future and we will do our best to steer clear of the 'crusty' scene. Thank you. Peace. P.S. To all the 'crusty' punks who will no doubt get angry at us after reading this, may I offer you a suggestion? Turn your anger towards the racists and bigots who have tarnished your reputation with their ignorance. [BLEEP!] F Hey, this rant is going out to all those MALES who are musicians and/or who work in the music field--example, DJs. Listen, I can honestly tell you that not only is it aggravating but it is actually BORING to have to sit there for hours and listen to you guys RAMBLE on about how great your career is going, how people associate with you only 'coz of who you are, how the moon and stars are connected with your career. Is that all you are? There are more subjects than just you and your music. Am I right or am I right? And one more thing: ENOUGH about Crescent Street. [BLEEP!] M Hi, this is [someone claiming to be] Blacksnake from the Spaceshits and I'd just like to say I'm sick of hearing about all this SKA SHIT in the Mirror. Ska sucks, the Planet Smashers suck, the Gangster Politics suck...and that's it. [BLEEP!] F The lead singer from Dogs Playing Poker is really hot. Please print this. [BLEEP!] FAXRANT Once upon a time in the land of St-George's High School, far away from the lands of Selwyn House and ECS, there were three happy couples: Prince Cram and Princess Lehcar, Prince Noj and Princess Mik and Prince Ekim and Princess Hpar. One fine day, Princess Lehcar "paid" a visit to Prince Noj, but little did she know that, at the same time, the annual rendez-vous between Prince Cram and Lord Nahte was underway. Prince Cram, a very "busy" man, attended the castle's costume ball, where good Sir Nave's mistress, Nehrual, gave Prince Cram a private "fashion show." Meanwhile, Princess Hpar and Prince Ekim had broken up and Sir Fflic was now with Princess Hpar. However, Sir Fflic, who was very "confused," looked to Lord Nahte for "guidance" and Princess Hpar, bored, secretly paid visits to her old love, Prince Ekim. To this day, only Prince Ekim and Princess Hpar have lived happily ever after. [BLEEP!] Next week: Should important high-school gossip be a permanent fixture in the Rant Line™? Yes or No?!
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