Yep; multi-ethnic, multi-gender, aging socialist-punk artists with a stubborn streak and a love of simple music, strong drink, and foul language. I CANNOT figure out why I am drawn to them. It’s a fucking mystery, it is.
The Mekons reformed in the early 80s after an abbreviated stint on Virgin, to play a benefit for a striking miners’ union, recording “Abernant 1984’1985” and launching an obsession with American musical styles. And over the course of thirty plus years of activity, have never broken up, thus never been able to reap the cash rewards of a ‘reunion tour’. And have kept thinking, and progressing, and still doing what they liked rather than what a record label thought they should do. MEKONS
BBBB, they are playing the Bell House this fall, and I expect a report. In fact, if all of you readers send in 10 dollars … well, I will have twenty dollars. But IF I could get to New York in the right time frame…. well, it’s not gonna happen, so why speculate? Snag can tell you what happened when I managed to get to First Avenue to see two of my other favorite bands, Soul Asylum and The Figgs.
Mekons have a new album coming out in the fall, called Ancient And Modern, 1911-2011. Yes, it is a concept album; many of their albums have been such. Famously, Rock n Roll was their major label debut, and a scathing indictment of the music industry. That’s how they are “walking under ladders for a living, we should be running round to pubs and bars.”
I just know it was all-consuming and exciting and amazing and the possibilities seemed limitless to me when Mekons formed. And I was 19 years old. And I still hold some of that kind of idealism.
fuck me so do I. That quote is from an article that kg from Sadly, No clued me into.
And just like the Mekons, that idealism means fuck-all when it comes to making a living. Unlike the Mekons, I don’t have much in the way of alternatives, so I keep plugging along.
That’s what [the Mekons have] turned into: this collective of people who just choose to get together every now and then, and do some things for their own amusement. No pandering.
And I really do appreciate not being pandered to. Yes, I AM looking at you Bono, you flea-flapped yoniteaser.
Anyway, I recognize that my love of the Mekons is even more singular than the Rush thing, and I also know some of you have risked physical harm by investigating further. Like the Free Hot Lunch obsession I have, it is best served by the Live venue.
But you know, this is still my ever-favorite song, and will make me drive too fast and blow things up:
I guarantee you do not have proper speakers on your computer to play this loud enough.
Dammitall, now I am all wound up to see the Mekons, and they don’t have a Milwaukee date yet. Von, if I come down there, can I sleep/pass out in the backseat of my car in your driveway? Or maybe you can ask your besties Jon Langford to make a stop up here?
lt looks like an accident
Caused by the government
Good people with good intent
Paving the highway down
It seeps into the water
Where the bad side is burning
And it’s not where they lead us
It’s in the act of turning
The way things are geared here
The way it’s all framed
The names are named
And now they’re all naming names
They’re putting on human faces
Say “There is no alternative”
v Carved in stone
And I want nothing
lt’s what I’m trained to beleve in
But I can still dream ofthings
That have never been
But someday will be