(though since Ive been absent, it sounds like the hijinx have kinda dropped off a bit), and because I really cant bring myself to describe to you the blow by blow of my hours on the road bike-
(...There was a corner, and then some birds flew over me. Then I climbed for a while, and then there was another corner, and some cars almost hit me, and then I passed by a mail box, and then several hours later I came home...), Im going to bring some more music out, this time however will just exclusively be of the 7" variety.
Though for those of you who arent really feeling the record geeking, sit tight, because as soon as Im back in the game, well get back on point with the heart rate monitors, and discussing every painful detail of our respective training schedules just like old times.
Sweet.

Meow then, (Super Troopers reference #1) did you know before the 80s ruined artists like ZZ Top, and Bob Seger that they totally kicked ass? Its true. Here is a 7" record that aside from this one specifically, Ive only seen one other time in my life. 2+2=? is a Vietnam war protest song that is as relevant today as it was 40 years ago.
Plus Hurl has tried to steal it from me so you know its good.

"Big Blacks signature buzz saw guitar work head splitting Roland drum machine bla bla bla..."
They cover Cheap Trick and Kraftwerk. What else needs to be said?

Long before Burningman ruined everything, there was San Diegos Crash Worship. If you never had the opportunity to see this band, Youtube them just to get a vague idea, and then imagine the most intense acid trip you could have while falling through pulse altering percussion over a waterfall of fire, sweat, smoke, explosions and Sprite and thats almost.. almost... a glimpse into the idea of one of their shows.

The Dwarves first 7" on Sub Pop contains two songs that all together clock in at about a minute, plus that shaggy blond guy in the front row is an old acquaintance named Curtis, though I havent seen him in many years. Punk rock was on the slab with a toe tag until The Dwarves came along.

A Danzig 7" on Sub Pop? Obviously an anonymous bootlegger has got a sense of humor.

Godheadsilo loved little bikes and big noise, and that was enough for me. Two young men, one on drums and one on (bass) guitar that played such a monster sound that a week after a show your hair would still hurt. They poured the foundation for future two man power houses such as Death from Above 1979 and Big Business, but were doing table tops simultaneously, which makes them just a little bit radder.

Providence Rhode Islands Glazed Baby circa 1993. A power trio with an emphasis on power had the chops to leave you with a limp, though unfortunately had the poor taste to include a painting done by yours truly back when I was still in art school and knew everything about everything.
Except how to paint.

This Infested single on Mans Ruin Records had two songs from their full length that was on the jukebox at the Drift Inn bar. I knew every song on the album, which tells you two things. I played the CD alot, and I spent a retarded amount of time at that bar. Anyway, I never found the full length elsewhere, nor did I ever discover any specifics about the band until many years later when I became friends with Danny B and after a round about series of discussions concerning music, told me that his wife Kyrsten played bass for them. Now not only do I have one copy of the full length, but I have two.

I dont remember what this record by Magic Bone sounds like, but the cover was done by that guy who drew the comic book 'Plastic Forks' and was just too much for me to pass up. It came out on a label from Atlanta called Worry Bird Disk, and everything they released had the coolest covers ever, so I bought them generally just based on the visual aesthetics.

Tom Price from Gas Huffer, Martin Bland from Lubricated Goat, Mark Arm and Steve Turner from Mudhoney and Tim Kerr from Poison 13 round out this rock and roll super group.
This is like The Damn Yankees in terms of pure unadulterated star power, except they didnt suck.

Another Awesome Worry Bird disk cover. The only thing I know about this band is Jim Kimball from Mule played drums and I was never sure of what speed I was supposed to play it on, cause either way, the vocalist sounded as if they had lungs and lungs of helium.

Nirvanas first 7". You know everything there is to know about Nirvana. What you probably dont know is that some day Im going to sell this and then with the dough I make, Im gonna buy a giant bag of cocaine and then get on that space shuttle trip that Lance Bass went on and go fly around in the stars blown out of my skull.

Olivelawn was the band that former pro skateboarder Neil Blender once played bass in. O was also in the band and when they broke up, they ended up becoming Fluf.
By sound and by name.
Olivelawn ruled, and no one will ever know it.

Rocket From The Crypt were seven inch record making machines. 'Boy Chucker' came with RFTC pogs, but since I dont know how to play pogs, Im a total poseur.

My friend Jamie was originally from my home town of Evergreen Colorado, but as a young lad moved to San Diego, and lucky for me he did, because while growing up there he procured the only two RFTC 7" records that I did not have, this being one of them but both of which he traded me for a bicycle.

Rocket also released a 5" record, but I dont know what it sounds like because by the time the needle on my record player travels that far to the center of the turn table, it rejects it and returns to the cradle.
Now thats punk rock.

The Superbees were an amazing rock and roll band, pure and simple, though my very favorite thing about them was the singer looked exactly like Ben Stiller in 'Something about Mary' in the beginning when he zipped up his goods in Cameron Diaz's bathroom.
Franks and beans! Franks and beans!

The Scud Mountain Boys haunting melodies will reduce the most hardened and burly lumberjack to tears.

If I was forced to choose between the entire Urge Overkill discography and this Sub Pop singles club release, Id choose the latter. Thats how much I like it.
Plus it reminds me of how Id like to be able to dress one day.

Chances are pretty good that youll never see this Unsane record in the flesh. New Yorks purveyors of gruesome, bottom heavy and concussive hatred scoop out a heaping helping that can only be described as what it might sound like if a fleet of garbage trucks crashed through the 'Flava of Love' house.
Panties and gold teeth everywhere.

And well round this collection out with a 7" record by a band called Vitapup. This is one of my all time favorite records- 7" or otherwise, but when I finally got the opportunity to see them play live, they were utterly horrible.
At least Ill always have the record though.

Well, once again, Ive let my fingers do the walking, and the collection do the talking but at this late hour, Im bored, and if Im bored, you must be in absolute agony. Like I said, Im knee deep in physical therapy, Ive doubled up on the bar tape on my drop bar bikes and am in the process of swapping out the grips on a couple of my dirt bikes, so Im gonna be like, good as sort of new before we know it and then we can once again discuss the virtues of riding in no direction in particular with a backpack full of beer, some weeping Poison Oak blisters on our legs and get away from all of this extracurricular nonsense.

Rock and roll is dead. Long live rock and roll.