ADAM N. COPELAND
September 2, 2009 at 7:10 pm
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The best essay in the world about growing up as an awkward and crazed food-obsessed teen aged non-musician, jamming, summoning Zeus for power, and so much more is being written right now by the venerable Carey Mercer on his blog:
http://cloudofevil.blogspot.com/2009/09/selected-memoirs-part-1-origins-kurt.html
My comedy routine at the time was to declare myself Straight-edge, and then as soon as 5:30 hit, I’d start shot-gunning real, hard-core brews. When stunned X-ers complained, I would answer that “Straight-Edge was my job, like a fucking carpenter, and just cuz you’re a carpenter don’t fuckin’ mean you’re hammerin’ nails day and night. And fuckin’ speaking of nails”, and I’d pull out a nail and shotgun a Molson XXX.
Which has spawned perhaps the greatest turn of phrase this side of the century:
awkward as a cop-band playing its one reggae song
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