Something I haven’t listened to in years came up during a library shuffle. I believe I saw these guys play just one time around ‘94. I wasn’t super into them, but do remember them belting this one out and being really into it during that moment.
A friend and I are riding from Bellingham to Portland over the next week. Originally, Vancouver, BC was the starting point, but a forgotten passport forced a revision. Ah well. A shorter ride gives us more time to see things.
Track background: I originally obtained this song during the Napster days (circa ‘99) when I didn’t care so much about finding perfectly ripped and tagged music. My goal then was to find ANY live or bootlegged Birthday Party material I didn’t already own on vinyl or CD.
Unfortunately for me, I’ve never heard this track any place else and there’s no metadata attached to it. So, if you know the song name please advise!
Despite the horrible recording and audience chatter, this song is pure f***ing soul. I wish I could have been there to witness it performed.
I believe when they found the body of General George A. Custer
Quilled like a porcupine with indian arrows, he didn’t die with any honor, any dignity, nor any valor.
I wouldn’t doubt when they found George A. Custer an American general patriot and indian fighter, he died with shit in his pants.
I’m on a Minutemen kick today and when this song came up it reminded me of my own thoughts about Custer. He wasn’t an American hero. In fact, when I visited the Little Bighorn Battlefield during a road trip last summer, I deliberately avoided his burial place to prevent chuckling at it.