Here’s a total surprise.
I’m not sure why, but for one or two shows, Franklin and Fracture thought it would be productive and valuable to furthering our agenda to create, print and distribute propaganda fliers at our shows. Each band created double-sided hand-outs that seemed to introduce folks to our methodology.
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P.S – This might be the only time !Franklin went on record as describing where our band name came from.
P.S.S. – I have a feeling revisiting this Fracture insert will inspire Jeb for some additional commenting.
A true whoops moment. I will take full blame for the retarded Fracture flier. If I remember correctly, Jeb voiced his dissent, and if no one else did, it was only because the others were too kind and did not wish to bruise me delicate ego.
Which isn’t to say that Jeb was unkind; he was just super honest and knew cheese when he saw it.
My god, what other embarrassing gems will surface?
I believe these were only distributed at one show tho Mark, so fear not. I believe it was a Dobbs show that we played together.
Actually, my recollection differs entirely and Mark has good reason to fear cause, correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe this flier was actually distributed on the fucking Internet.
I dont think i ever sang that second verse to fracture. Did you write those for the flyer, m?
I mean the third… And i see an error in the first …
Hmm, this comment is like criticizing a concentration camp for it’s location.
Having never previously contemplated an answer to the rhetorical, ” what’s the difference between me and you?”, I can now state with fair certainty that it definitely does not matter if I’m black or white or Christian or Jew or a jock or a homo or librarian cause you are a cheese dick.
This whole concept has me deeply troubled. I will be forever tormented by this clownish gang of 90’s punk cliches and their smarmy grins.
I know how this is all gonna end… One day my guard will let down and this cruel gang of cartoon punktards will gang tackle me and when their through beating the living shit out of me the pregnant lesbian will motion to the fat Token Entry roadie to turn down the Pennywise and the cartoon of Ray of Today will lean down and whisper in a fucking Long Island accent “Happy. Catchy. Punk. Rock.”
… And when I reach the gates of Heaven and the cartoon priest with a lucky charm around his neck greets me and asks, “Do you know what brings you here son and why you are not down there in Hell?” I’ll say, “No..” and he’ll say, “Because you never tried to make your band’s catchphrase ‘Here Comes The Happy Music.'”
Going on the record as saying that I did not write the !Franklin flyer. I’m pretty sure that was the work of Tom McCarthy. Cool guy. Unexpectedly, he’s now the TV play-by-play man for the Phillies.