Politics, Touring, And Self-Loathing
Label: Northeast Records
Released: August 20, 2010
Joey Briggs- vocals, guitar, bass, drums
1. So Let Down
2. 37 Cents
4. Bottom of A Beer
While poking around online to gather more information on this EP, I ended up reading that the song 37 Cents has been floating around for some years. Joey did a video for it back in 2008. It created quite a stir on You Tube during the 2004 election, the video received over a million hits.
The vinyl version of this EP is limited to 500 copies. But you can get the digital version from iTunes.
37 Cents is the standout cut, and would at home on a Briggs album, all four are cool. I usually hate punk solo albums. Especially from groups I dig. They go from screaming about everything from anarchy to the kids having rights, then you buy the solo album, and you get folk tunes about the roses being always brighter over the septic tank (insert sounds of vomiting here).
While there are “folkish” tunes here, they don’t lose the overall Briggs spirit. And one thing that always trips me out about Joey Briggs’ lyrics and/or vocals, he seems to always find a way to work in the word “Fuck” into, even, the slowest songs, and this EP is no different. Which seems to make it that much more shocking.
It’s an enjoyable listen.
If you find this go, and pick it up.
Rating: ** * two out of three stars
On to the story . . .
A little while back I took my boy to Costco with me to develop some pictures I had taken over the last six months. A bunch of punk shows. The Briggs, Mau-Mau’s, and Symbol Six, and so on. I can get darn near one hundred pictures printed for inside of twelve bucks, so you can’t beat the price. So, I upload my pictures into this monitor, and choose size, glossy, or non-glossy, one set or two, etc. Finally, I finish, print the receipt, and go to the counter and pay.
Now, we have an hour to kill. We wander over to the TV’s and watch about twenty minutes of Iron Man 2, my boy explaining to me the fine points of Iron Man’s armor, and why Whiplash never stands a chance. Those of you with kids know this isn’t really a conversation, you sort of zone-out and nod, “uh huh, oh yeah,” and an occasional “really?”
Then we start walking around, check out the books, DVD’s, and assorted bullshit. Finally I remember we need shampoo. Normally, I wouldn’t stand in one of Costco’s monster lines for one item, but I needed to kill time.
My Boy wanted to be in charge of placing the item on the conveyor belt, so he reaches up and he places the shampoo on the edge of the conveyor belt. He looks up, and smiles, as kids do, and I say something like “Thanks, you’re a great helper,” or “Great job!” No sooner do I say that, then this older fat guy behind us lets out a loud sigh, and reaches over my kid, slams down a grocery divider (what are those rubber things called?), I pull my Son away, because now he’s slamming his boxes down. I say to my kid, “watch out, not everyone pays attention to what they’re doing.”
After the fat guy is done pissing, and moaning, and slamming his groceries, he looks at me, and says “Motherfucker, you don’t care about anybody, but yourself.”
For a half a second, my jaw dropped, sometimes I’m ready for the confrontation, but this was a lazy Sunday in Costco with my boy. I wasn’t prepared. So, I turned to the guy and said, calmly, “What was that again?” He turned, and looked the other way, much like a dog that has been caught chewing your shoe.
So I stood there stunned for a minute. Got my bearings, and the “Bad Mike” kicked in. I leaned over, and whispered “If you say shit like this to people, you better make sure you can back it, you fat fuck.”
He gave me this condescending sneer, says “you fat fuck, nice.” Rolls his eyes, and says “or what?”
I smile at him, and say quietly “I’ll be outside, and within a minute you’re going to be face down in the parking lot.” I don’t like people who go into details, like “first, I’m going punch you in the throat, then kick you in the nuts, real talk, homie!’
So, I just say the “face down” bit. He says to the cashier “Excuse me, Michelle, can you please call the police, and your manager, I’ve just been threatened.” The cashier who had been rolling her eyes at this guy’s grocery slamming exploits a moment before looks at me startled. I smile back at her, and nod my head. Letting her know that I did indeed threaten this puffy bag of cottage cheese.
I paid for my stuff waited for whoever was coming for me. Then a manager came by, and asked me what the problem was. I ran down the situation, waiting in line, slamming groceries, got called a motherfucker, cursed the guy back, he sneered, I threatened. The manager looked at me, then my Son started telling her about Iron Man (by the way, I was so quiet, that my boy never knew there was a problem).
Stunning me, the manager said “Sir, I can see how being cursed at in front of your child can make you very angry. And I want to apologize that you had to put up with that here at Costco. We will be talking to him before he leaves.”
I thanked her, and for a second debated hanging out, and waiting for the fat guy, but my Son had more Iron Man stories, and didn’t need to see me whip somebody’s behind.
So, I got my pictures, and we went to lunch.
The reason people like this bother me so much is this: People who have never had their ass kicked don’t know how to act. You know the people I’m talking about, the older, upper middle class couple at the restaurants that shit all over the bus boy, “Why did you refill my water, I hate water, are you stupid?” Or the nouveau riche that berate their housekeepers, “Rosa, are you an idiot? I told you no starch!”
Get your ass beat a few times, and it changes your whole approach to people. You think twice before mouthing off. This guy in Costco had never been beat down. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to help him. Hopefully, he’ll find somebody with more time to help him out in the very near future.
Life Won’t Wait is out now, grab a copy today: http://goo.gl/n9ofGb