<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:31:00.528-08:00</updated><category term='the Disc'/><category term='funk metal'/><category term='UConn'/><category term='portishead'/><category term='murphy&apos;s law'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='jamey jasta'/><category term='punk'/><category term='September'/><category term='1999'/><category term='fall'/><category term='Run DMC hip hop suburbs Raising Hell'/><category term='journey'/><category term='8th grade'/><category term='maxaluna&apos;s'/><category term='summer'/><category term='get up kids'/><category term='pop metal'/><category term='girls'/><category term='stev winwood poison def leppard 1988 suspenders'/><category term='1990'/><category term='the cure'/><category term='emo'/><category term='dgeneration punk 1996 no lunch'/><category term='Dinosaur Jr'/><category term='poison 1987 summer hair metal'/><category term='making out'/><category term='boston'/><category term='hatebreed'/><title type='text'>Less Important History: a music blog</title><subtitle type='html'>The majority of this blog will delve into the story behind my iPod. See, I have spent the last 3 years collecting every piece of music that has impacted my life. positive or negative. majorly or insignificantly. There may be long rambling stories about a certain song or something as simple as "I remember hearing that when walking through Zayre with my mom in 1982".

I'm going to use this space for telling stories. About the music that I love. And Some that I loathe.

enjoy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182.post-952055026421969993</id><published>2011-09-07T09:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T09:33:12.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get up kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>"Holiday" by The Get Up Kids</title><content type='html'>In the final days of August, 1999, I moved to Boston. It was the first time I had lived somewhere other than Connecticut. It was exciting and terribly frightening at the same time.  My first few months in Boston were tough. I had a few friends from college here, but I worked for little money, shared a shitty studio apartment, had no car. I spent a lot of my time walking around, getting to know the city. Being so close to Newbury Street, I spent a lot of time at Newbury Comics. It was 1999 and emo was just about to reach it's pinnacle. I saw some amazing bands and bought some timeless albums at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That September, the Get Up Kids released "Something to Write Home About". It was the first album I ever bought by the band and it seemed to sum up all of my emotions of that that time and place. It is a fall album. It is a fall in Boston album to me. And it brings me so much joy to put on headphones, walk in the brisk air, and listen to that pick slide that kicks off the album...the beginning of "Holiday".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;download &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?3gjpr2k0mjaygoh"&gt;Holiday MP3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Imfu48oR20I/S0JTR-IV2sI/AAAAAAAABUI/WqlTdYdQrZk/s320/something_to_write_home_about_b00001svm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Imfu48oR20I/S0JTR-IV2sI/AAAAAAAABUI/WqlTdYdQrZk/s320/something_to_write_home_about_b00001svm3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628859811824342182-952055026421969993?l=lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/952055026421969993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628859811824342182&amp;postID=952055026421969993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/952055026421969993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/952055026421969993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2011/09/holiday-by-get-up-kids.html' title='&quot;Holiday&quot; by The Get Up Kids'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Imfu48oR20I/S0JTR-IV2sI/AAAAAAAABUI/WqlTdYdQrZk/s72-c/something_to_write_home_about_b00001svm3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182.post-5300541901093471841</id><published>2011-03-04T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T09:05:11.895-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop metal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1990'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funk metal'/><title type='text'>"Lips N' Hips" by Electric Boys</title><content type='html'>1990 was a musical transition year. Nirvana hadn't yet descended, but things were definitely in flux. Pop Metal was getting away from it's formula of ballads and anthems and it seemed everything got a lot bluesier. Or funkier. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1990-1992 was the glorious, but short, era that "funk metal" shined. We had great albums by Faith No More, Love/Hate, Extreme, Scatterbrain, Ugly Kid Joe, White Trash, Red Hot Chili Peppers that really let the party of the late 80's continue for just a little longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The song from that era that sticks with me the most is "Lips N' Hips" by Electric Boys. It's funky, sexy, european, psychedelic, and metallic all in one. I remember it always being a staple of Lonn Friend's Pirate Radio Saturday Night show and anytime I hear it, all I think about is good times and summer times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;download &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?gi8z6d47bjar8fj"&gt;Lips N' Hips MP3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b4CbpqCtWDI/TXEbb9zzZJI/AAAAAAAAACA/ujplrUDRUTk/s320/Electric-Boys-Funk-O-Metal-Carp-447327-991.jpeg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 180px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580271580551013522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628859811824342182-5300541901093471841?l=lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/5300541901093471841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628859811824342182&amp;postID=5300541901093471841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/5300541901093471841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/5300541901093471841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2011/03/lips-n-hips-by-electric-boys.html' title='&quot;Lips N&apos; Hips&quot; by Electric Boys'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b4CbpqCtWDI/TXEbb9zzZJI/AAAAAAAAACA/ujplrUDRUTk/s72-c/Electric-Boys-Funk-O-Metal-Carp-447327-991.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182.post-8066285547891161427</id><published>2010-08-27T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T11:01:03.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinosaur Jr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='September'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UConn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Disc'/><title type='text'>"Without a Sound" by Dinosaur Jr</title><content type='html'>In late August 1994, I went to college. I attended the University of Connecticut while most people I knew went to Central Connecticut State University. So thus, the first few days there, I really didn't know anyone. So I wandered a lot by myself in the beginning.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first full day there, I rode my skateboard around campus and discovered a CD store on the far side. It was called "the Disc". We later affectionately referred to it as "the Dick". I spent lots of my hard earned money there in the 4.5 years I was at UConn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first time I walked in I bought 2 CDs: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mudhoney"&gt;Mudhoney&lt;/a&gt;'s "Superfuzz/Bigmuff" and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dinosaur_Jr."&gt;Dinosaur Jr&lt;/a&gt;'s then new album "Without a Sound". The Dinosaur Jr album cemented my love for the band and became an eternal soundtrack to late summer/early fall. It is a "September" album to me. I spent many fall afternoons sitting on Horse Barn Hill listening to this CD over and over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="File:DinosaurJrWithoutASound.jpg" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3b/DinosaurJrWithoutASound.jpg" width="272" height="280" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;download &lt;a href="http://www.rapidshare.com/files/132348664/Dinosaur_jr_-_Without_a_sound-1994.rar"&gt;"Without a Sound"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628859811824342182-8066285547891161427?l=lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/8066285547891161427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628859811824342182&amp;postID=8066285547891161427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/8066285547891161427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/8066285547891161427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2010/08/without-sound-by-dinosaur-jr.html' title='&quot;Without a Sound&quot; by Dinosaur Jr'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182.post-1483144144138762420</id><published>2010-01-05T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:25:40.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Love</title><content type='html'>There are 2 record collection commercials from my 80's youth that I will always, always, remember. The first was "Freedom Rock". No explanation needed. Everyone knows "Freedom Rock". But the second most played? Secret Love. Maybe you remember this gem? Memory a little hazy? Well behold:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4F36GeAIExg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4F36GeAIExg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I thought so. This commercial is eternally burned in my skull. But also, the songs are eternally burned into my soul. This collection represents "lite magic" at it's absolute finest. Or worst. It is the soundtrack to every dentist visit. Every doctor's visit. Every car ride with your mom. Every department store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so download all three discs, and savor the cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ymflqqdffn5"&gt;download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/S0PmeNtBVKI/AAAAAAAAABk/1FjjInRwo1w/s320/41iNmbiTFZL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423431783033164962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628859811824342182-1483144144138762420?l=lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/1483144144138762420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628859811824342182&amp;postID=1483144144138762420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/1483144144138762420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/1483144144138762420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2010/01/secret-love.html' title='Secret Love'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/S0PmeNtBVKI/AAAAAAAAABk/1FjjInRwo1w/s72-c/41iNmbiTFZL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182.post-5658578517033995957</id><published>2009-08-03T10:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:56:20.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Feels so Good" by Chuck Mangione</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I never got into this before now. But yeah, "Feels so Good" is one of those "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soft_rock"&gt;lite&lt;/a&gt;" songs that you heard alllllllllll the time in the late 70's and early 80's. So any time I hear this song, immediately I am transported back to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zayre"&gt;Zayre&lt;/a&gt; and it's floral pattern walls or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caldor"&gt;Caldor&lt;/a&gt; and it's orange and brown color scheme, because department store &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elevator_music"&gt;muzak&lt;/a&gt; is where you would hear this song the most back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download: "&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?xzyymjjxt2z"&gt;Feels so Good&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.jazz.com/assets/2008/1/2/albumcoverChuckMangione-FeelsSoGood.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.jazz.com/music/2007/11/5/chuck-mangione-feels-so-good&amp;amp;usg=__gt2TmvMSoPCtt8NBxABEVnAFM2A=&amp;amp;h=486&amp;amp;w=486&amp;amp;sz=51&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=8&amp;amp;sig2=yf1MXvm2DM5vWOFR9fmFOQ&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=hPhjITVc5k41yM:&amp;amp;tbnh=129&amp;amp;tbnw=129&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dchuck%2Bmangione%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Doff%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DN%26um%3D1&amp;amp;ei=XiR3StOXBdKnlAee3MWBCA"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid ;" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:hPhjITVc5k41yM:http://www.jazz.com/assets/2008/1/2/albumcoverChuckMangione-FeelsSoGood.jpg" width="129" height="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628859811824342182-5658578517033995957?l=lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/5658578517033995957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628859811824342182&amp;postID=5658578517033995957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/5658578517033995957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/5658578517033995957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2009/08/feels-so-good-by-chuck-mangione.html' title='&quot;Feels so Good&quot; by Chuck Mangione'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182.post-4799867203792230779</id><published>2009-08-03T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:31:08.162-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run DMC hip hop suburbs Raising Hell'/><title type='text'>"Peter Piper" by Run DMC</title><content type='html'>During the summer of 1985, the black music of inner city New York had found it's way to the white, middle class suburbs of Connecticut. My best friend Jay had received a cassette of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Run_dmc"&gt;Run-DMC&lt;/a&gt;'s masterpiece "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raising_Hell_%28album%29"&gt;Raising Hell&lt;/a&gt;" for his birthday, and the rest of the neighborhood was in awe. We had already been listening to local pop radio, so we were already up on the dance and R&amp;amp;B hits of that era, but this was something new. It got into us and we couldn't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay had also received a dual cassette boombox and so we all immediately made copies. I would sit in my room wondering what exactly "Adidas'" were, and why it was so "tricky to rock a rhyme on time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Saturday morning for a few months we'd put on the first track "Peter Piper", lay out some cardboard in a driveway of a neighbor down the street, and would attempt to break dance. Badly. I think some windmills were done, but all most of us could really master was "the worm".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was the introduction to hip-hop for Cody Ave, and it's still one of my favorite albums, and songs, to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download: "&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?ynihgfzjzwz"&gt;Peter Piper&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:RaisingHell.jpg" class="image" title="RaisingHell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/54/RaisingHell.jpg" width="200" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628859811824342182-4799867203792230779?l=lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/4799867203792230779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628859811824342182&amp;postID=4799867203792230779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/4799867203792230779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/4799867203792230779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2009/08/peter-piper-by-run-dmc.html' title='&quot;Peter Piper&quot; by Run DMC'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182.post-4936432662174064061</id><published>2009-08-03T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:35:53.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dgeneration punk 1996 no lunch'/><title type='text'>"She Stands There" by DGeneration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/D_Generation"&gt;DGeneration&lt;/a&gt; were a band that tried and tried so hard and you really wanted so bad to succeed, but alas huge alternative rock stardom always alluded them. Which was sad, because they really wrote some of the catchiest songs of the 1990's. It's nice that these days &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesse_Malin"&gt;Jesse Malin&lt;/a&gt; is at least well respected in the punk rock community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While attending UConn in 1996 I received a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/WMRQ-FM"&gt;Radio 104&lt;/a&gt; compilation CD at a concert on the student union mall. I remember knowing DGeneration because 104 had played "No Way Out" from their last album a little bit.  I recall not caring about any other song on the CD, becasue "She Stands There" was surely a standout track. Driving and melodic, the track really holds up 13 years later and is still a staple of long car rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want further evidence of how awesome DGeneration was, listen to "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Party%27s_Over_%28Murphy%27s_Law_album%29"&gt;The Party's Over&lt;/a&gt;" by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murphy%27s_Law_%28band%29"&gt;Murphy's Law&lt;/a&gt; (DGen guitarist Rick Bacchus was the guitarist on this album, and makes it all the sweeter of an album).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download: "&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?imoxeknrwxy"&gt;She Stands There&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:DGenerationNoLunch.jpg" class="image" title="The second D Generation album, titled; No Lunch"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/9/97/DGenerationNoLunch.jpg/175px-DGenerationNoLunch.jpg" class="thumbimage" width="175" height="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628859811824342182-4936432662174064061?l=lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/4936432662174064061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628859811824342182&amp;postID=4936432662174064061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/4936432662174064061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/4936432662174064061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2009/08/she-stands-there-by-dgeneration.html' title='&quot;She Stands There&quot; by DGeneration'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182.post-5617287371714471842</id><published>2009-08-03T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:39:31.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Summer Tunes</title><content type='html'>no real stories here, just a bunch of songs that I like rocking in the summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stateside - Hot Rod Circuit&lt;br /&gt;Over the Hills and Far Away - Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;A Praise Chorus - Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;Stars - Hum&lt;br /&gt;Time of the Season - the Zombies&lt;br /&gt;Smiley Faces - Gnarls Barkley&lt;br /&gt;Blood Red Summer - Coheed and Cambria&lt;br /&gt;Cherry Pie - Warrant&lt;br /&gt;It Was a Good Day - Ice Cube&lt;br /&gt;Think About You - Guns N Roses&lt;br /&gt;Cannibal Girl - Head Automatica&lt;br /&gt;Jamming - Bob Marley&lt;br /&gt;Uptight - Stevie Wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ayyxb4je1d5"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628859811824342182-5617287371714471842?l=lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/5617287371714471842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628859811824342182&amp;postID=5617287371714471842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/5617287371714471842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/5617287371714471842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-tunes.html' title='Summer Tunes'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182.post-417405591033924227</id><published>2009-08-03T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:39:04.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poison 1987 summer hair metal'/><title type='text'>"I Won't Forget You" by Poison</title><content type='html'>1987 was the year I discovered hair metal. And the awesomeness of dial MTV. Every night &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adam_curry"&gt;Adam Curry&lt;/a&gt; we bring us the greatest songs in the nation, voted on by we the public. The countdown at this time was primarily hair bands, with some Def Jam hip-hop mixed in (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Run_dmc"&gt;Run DMC&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beastie_boys"&gt;Beastie Boys&lt;/a&gt;!). Because at the time I only knew of the pop radio stations (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/WTIC-FM"&gt;96TIC&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/WKSS"&gt;Kiss 95.7&lt;/a&gt;), who rarely played any of the great rock starting to come up at the time, I devised a way to listen to this music all the time (without spending my hard earned paper route money on cassettes or records). Every night I'd watch MTV and hold a boombox up to the TV when a song I wanted came on. And pushed record. And for months I'd listen to all these terrible sounding recordings on this 1 90 minute tape I made. And everyday I'd come in to school and listen to "I Won't Forget You" by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poison_band"&gt;Poison&lt;/a&gt; with Nicole Rouleau while we helped watch the kindergarten kids each morning. She preferred "Talk Dirty to Me" but thought "I Won't Forget You" was pretty good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in fact, I still have that tape I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download: "&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?5mjzezzuwn2"&gt;I Won't Forget You&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/SncRWai-VdI/AAAAAAAAABc/g_NGtBYSFvc/s1600-h/Look+What+The+Cat+Dragged+In.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/SncRWai-VdI/AAAAAAAAABc/g_NGtBYSFvc/s200/Look+What+The+Cat+Dragged+In.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365776557816042962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628859811824342182-417405591033924227?l=lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/417405591033924227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628859811824342182&amp;postID=417405591033924227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/417405591033924227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/417405591033924227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wont-forget-you-by-poison.html' title='&quot;I Won&apos;t Forget You&quot; by Poison'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/SncRWai-VdI/AAAAAAAAABc/g_NGtBYSFvc/s72-c/Look+What+The+Cat+Dragged+In.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182.post-3898532256921811384</id><published>2008-08-08T07:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:03:55.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jamey jasta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maxaluna&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hatebreed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='murphy&apos;s law'/><title type='text'>"Crucial B-B-Q" by Murphy's Law (from the Album "Good For Now")</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murphy%27s_Law_%28band%29"&gt;Murphy's Law&lt;/a&gt; is one of my top ten favorite bands ever. They are the number 2 live band I have ever seen, only behind &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deftones"&gt;Deftones&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked a girl in high school (same girl from my &lt;a href="http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2008/04/chocolate-pudding-by-mighty-mighty.html"&gt;BossTones story&lt;/a&gt;) and she was always suggesting new bands to me as I was such a punk rock novice in the fall of 1993. She started with the ska bands, hit me with the transitional &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Ivy_%28band%29"&gt;Operation Ivy&lt;/a&gt; and Big Mistake, and then we started moving into actually pure punk rock. That fall was the first time I heard such bands as Rancid, Green Day, and Murphy's Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl gave me a mission to go get some Murphy's Law, so I went to the Strawberrie's in Bristol near the Bristol Center Mall which, at the time I felt, had the best selection of less mainstream music. So I found their Murphy's Law section and found they had 3 albums in the bin: "Back With a Bong", "The Best of Times", and "Good For Now". I had no idea which to choose. I had never heard this band before, so I had no clue. In the end I went with "Good For Now" becasue it was an EP and cost less than the full lengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The standout track on this CD was "Crucial B-B-Q". Punk rock with horns. Not ska, but actual punk rock with a horn section! It was triumphant. It spoke of beer and orgies, boobs and burgers. Most importanly, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years later I finally got to see Murphy's Law live for the first time, when they played Maxaluna's in my hometown of Plainville. Jamey Jasta from Hatebreed booked the shows there and in addition to allowing my shitty band to share the stage with some modern hardcore legends, he brought in many great bands I would never had expected to play a small suburb in CT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Gestapo became my new hero that night. He talked more in between songs than any singer I'd ever seen. He gave Jamey shit and mocked his missing finger. He swung from the ceiling beams over the crowd (which was a big no-no in the club). And he let the crowd call the songs to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I've seen them many more times. For a while Ken and I were going to see every MA, RI, and CT show they played. And tomorrow night it's down to RI for us to see them with Rancid and Bloodshot Hooligans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;download &lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/5f2154a6"&gt;Crucial B-B-Q&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.librariusmetallicus.com/uploads/images/albums/5/thumbs/goodfornow.jpg" src="http://www.librariusmetallicus.com/uploads/images/albums/5/thumbs/goodfornow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628859811824342182-3898532256921811384?l=lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/3898532256921811384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628859811824342182&amp;postID=3898532256921811384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/3898532256921811384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/3898532256921811384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2008/08/crucial-b-b-q-by-murphys-law-from-album.html' title='&quot;Crucial B-B-Q&quot; by Murphy&apos;s Law (from the Album &quot;Good For Now&quot;)'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182.post-3570940610001333425</id><published>2008-08-08T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T07:38:34.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the cure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portishead'/><title type='text'>songs involving girls</title><content type='html'>a couple quick ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faithfully" by Journey: This song was the theme played at our 8th grade graduation dance. Ended up being the first time I ever kissed a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;download &lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/65ef67bc"&gt;Faithfully&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Roads" by Portishead: In addition to being one of my top ten favorite songs of all time, this was also playing the first time I got into some "heavy petting" with a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;download &lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/94ac21b1"&gt;Roads&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lovesong" by the Cure: This was supposed to be my wedding song, which I always thought was an excellent choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;download &lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/f6b5e437"&gt;Lovesong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628859811824342182-3570940610001333425?l=lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/3570940610001333425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628859811824342182&amp;postID=3570940610001333425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/3570940610001333425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/3570940610001333425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2008/08/songs-involving-girls.html' title='songs involving girls'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182.post-5322035398070975660</id><published>2008-06-26T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:13:27.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Girl" by Spicy Gribblets</title><content type='html'>Spicy Gribblets were never a big band. Most people have never heard their name. But if you talk to any punk or ska kid that went to shows in the 90's in Connecticut, they will talk with absolute love and reverence for them.  The were one of CT's great bands. And not because they were talented. But because the band and music were so goddamned fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw them was at UConn in a room in the student union. We showed up and found maybe 6 people in the room (including me and my friends Matt, Chris Cleary, and Jess Stone that equalled a whopping 10 people). If I recall right, there were to be 3 bands playing, but 1 didn't show up. So that left the Gribblets and some weak hippie band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We endured the hippies and allowed the Gribblets rock out for us for the next hour. For all 10 of us. But it was brilliant. Everyone moving, dancing, jumping, yelling. It was madness. It was love. I left that night with a copy of their album on cassette which proceeded to be the soundtrack to my summer once school let out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song that grabbed me by the nuts was "My Girl". A song I fell so in love with that I covered in my own band almost 10 years later. We played many shows with bands that included Steve Burke, a member of the Gribblets. Steve was blown away by our cover of "My Girl" and even told me that he thought we did a better job than Spicy Gribblets did. A greta compliment, but no one could ever touch the greatness of the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/3998b686"&gt;Download "My Girl"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628859811824342182-5322035398070975660?l=lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/5322035398070975660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628859811824342182&amp;postID=5322035398070975660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/5322035398070975660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/5322035398070975660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-girl-by-spicy-gribblets.html' title='&quot;My Girl&quot; by Spicy Gribblets'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182.post-1177513947567600131</id><published>2008-06-26T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:54:06.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Might Think" by the Cars</title><content type='html'>"&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/You_Might_Think"&gt;You Might Think&lt;/a&gt;" was the first music video I ever saw.  This was the time when MTV was THE hottest thing in the universe and of course my parents forbade me from watching it . Granted I was only 8 years old, but I remember having to endure the recap of the Michael Jackson "Thriller" video by my elementary school chums on a daily basis. In fact, I never saw "Thriller" until probably 1992.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was a hot summer day where I awoke early and retreated to the basement of our house to watch cartoons, and as I was switching channels (on our analog cable channel switcher, connected to the TV by a wire) I came across MTV. The forbidden channel. And quietly I watched this video which enthralled me by it's combination of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) a catchy song&lt;br /&gt;b) computer animation&lt;br /&gt;c) hot girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was mesmerizing. And when it was over, I proceeded onto my beloved cartoons. But, I was hooked. And I knew I would be back again to see more of these so called "music videos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/fd138d9b"&gt;Download "You Might Think"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628859811824342182-1177513947567600131?l=lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/1177513947567600131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628859811824342182&amp;postID=1177513947567600131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/1177513947567600131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/1177513947567600131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-might-think-by-cars.html' title='&quot;You Might Think&quot; by the Cars'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182.post-8968703890883368774</id><published>2008-05-16T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T13:51:00.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Rumble" by Link Wray</title><content type='html'>Most people know this song from it's inclusion on the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pulp_Fiction_%28film%29"&gt;Pulp Fiction&lt;/a&gt; soundtrack. 8-9 years I had a friend, Jim, who bought the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rumble-Best-Link-Wray/dp/B000003308/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1210970811&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;best of Link Wray CD&lt;/a&gt; and we ended up listening to it most times when we got drunk (which included the "ghost pizza" incident, which I may have to document here in the future). I fell in love with this old, dirty, 1950's rock n roll. The man really used guitars with distortion like no one else even imagined doing at the time. The man was a good 15 years ahead of where rock music was at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the summer of 2002, we found out that Link Wray was going to play some street festival (river festival? light festival? something...) in Providence.  We were totally there. We paid our $20 to the festival, and proceeded to get loaded. We finally end up under this large tent and wait for Link to rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Rage he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man's band had to all be in their mid twenties. They came out first. Then came Link. I believe he was in his mid 70's at that point, but he wasn't looking like your grandpa. He came out in a big leather jacket, wraparound shades, and giant mullet/mohawk/pompador thing. He looked fucking badass for such an old dude. And he didn't rock like a dude in his 70's either.  His guitar work was fast and furious. He played harder than guys I've seen in their 20's. And after every song (or sometimes in the middle of them) he would shout what sounded like "Kee-taro!" or "Guitar-o" or something like that, and would point to the sky. And we of course in our drunken stupors would raise our fists and shout "Hey-o!" back at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, in addition to his many other classics, he played Rumble and it was magical seeing it live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link Wray died in 2005, and I was very happy to say that I had a chance to see the man play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download "&lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/3da043a8"&gt;Rumble&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/SC3owrHGekI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tCtdccs6Y90/s1600-h/linkwray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/SC3owrHGekI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tCtdccs6Y90/s200/linkwray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201069067586665026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/kyle.CDW_PRIMARY1/Desktop/linkwray.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628859811824342182-8968703890883368774?l=lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/8968703890883368774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628859811824342182&amp;postID=8968703890883368774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/8968703890883368774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/8968703890883368774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2008/05/rumble-by-link-wray.html' title='&quot;Rumble&quot; by Link Wray'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/SC3owrHGekI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tCtdccs6Y90/s72-c/linkwray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182.post-7168077784256301446</id><published>2008-05-16T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T12:19:41.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jail" by Down</title><content type='html'>This is my "I need to chill the fuck out" song. It's quite a haunting and beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download "&lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/3ad06f29"&gt;Jail&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628859811824342182-7168077784256301446?l=lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/7168077784256301446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628859811824342182&amp;postID=7168077784256301446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/7168077784256301446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/7168077784256301446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2008/05/jail-by-down.html' title='&quot;Jail&quot; by Down'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182.post-1555808487981013763</id><published>2008-04-29T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T14:25:58.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Teas'n Pleas'n" by Dangerous Toys</title><content type='html'>I remember the day I saw &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/dangeroustoys3000"&gt;Dangerous Toys&lt;/a&gt; for the first time. It was the summer of 1990. I had put on "Hard 60", MTV's 60 minutes of hard rock and metal every afternoon, to watch some of my favorite fist pounding videos. The "Teas'n Pleas'n" video came on and I was instantly hooked. The band looked like a fucked up version of &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/gunsnroses"&gt;Guns N' Roses&lt;/a&gt;. The band sounded like a fucked up version of Guns N' Roses. Hell the video even reminded me of a lesser version of the "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paradise_City#Music_video"&gt;Paradise City&lt;/a&gt;" video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sleazy breakdown. The gun cocking. Jason McMaster saying "man....I think I got the wroooooooong house!". Sleaze metal at it's finest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday soon approached and I asked my mother for their album. She took one look at the demonic jack in the box on the cover and promptly told me no, I would not be allowed to have such filth. But, sometime after my birthday, I was in a record store in Maine. I was eying the soundtrack to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teenage_Mutant_Ninja_Turtles_%28film%29"&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie&lt;/a&gt; when my mother turned away. I quickly grabbed the Dangerous Toys album, slid it under the soundtrack, promptly gave both to the cashier, handed him my money, he bagged it up, and I was on my way. When my mother asked me what I bought, I showed her the turtles tape and left Dangerous Toys in the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I was sneaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download "&lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/cb871eda"&gt;Teas'n Pleas'n&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Dangerous-Toys/dp/B0000026RH/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1209504325&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 179px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/0a/Dangerous_Toys_self-titled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628859811824342182-1555808487981013763?l=lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/1555808487981013763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628859811824342182&amp;postID=1555808487981013763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/1555808487981013763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/1555808487981013763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2008/04/teasn-pleasn-by-dangerous-toys.html' title='&quot;Teas&apos;n Pleas&apos;n&quot; by Dangerous Toys'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182.post-6126685866080105699</id><published>2008-04-24T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T10:01:04.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*bonus post* "Supernaut" by 1000 Homo DJs</title><content type='html'>Brad commenting made me think that I needed some college tales to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this one is quick and short. "Supernaut" is a cover of a &lt;a href="http://www.black-sabbath.com/"&gt;Black Sabbath&lt;/a&gt; song that was one the "Nativity in Black" tribute album. It is by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1000_Homo_DJs"&gt;1000 Homo DJs&lt;/a&gt; which was a &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ministrymusic"&gt;Ministry&lt;/a&gt; side project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Brad and I arguing whether it was Al Jourgensen on vocals or if it was an uncredited &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/nin"&gt;Trent Reznor&lt;/a&gt;. We never came to a consensus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, this song was available on many albums, EPs, and bootlegs, and even Trent and Al cannot agree on who sang on what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;download "&lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/6f5bde14"&gt;Supernaut&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628859811824342182-6126685866080105699?l=lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/6126685866080105699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628859811824342182&amp;postID=6126685866080105699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/6126685866080105699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/6126685866080105699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2008/04/bonus-post-supernaut-by-1000-homo-djs.html' title='*bonus post* &quot;Supernaut&quot; by 1000 Homo DJs'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182.post-8177720741477268099</id><published>2008-04-24T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T08:11:25.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stev winwood poison def leppard 1988 suspenders'/><title type='text'>"Roll With It" by Steve Winwood</title><content type='html'>What can I say about this song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the bane of my existence in 1988. That summer "Nothing But a Good Time" by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/poison"&gt;Poison&lt;/a&gt; and "Pour Some Sugar on Me" by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/defleppard"&gt;Def Leppard&lt;/a&gt; were ruling my universe. But one goddamn song was keeping my beloved pop metal from topping the charts. "Roll With It".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get it.  Here was this old guy, who apparently had records since the 60's (trust me these days I know much more about &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/165744497"&gt;Steve Winwood&lt;/a&gt; and have much more respect for the man) making this terrible, terrible adult contemporary music, and he was thwarting my favorite bands attempts at commanding the realm of Top 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All summer long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just wasn't fair. I mean, for fuck's sake, I believe his video was sepia toned and he was wearing fucking suspenders! FUCKING SUSPENDERS! (I haven't watched the video in about 20 years, so I could be completely wrong, but that's what I remember).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;download "&lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/122d8859"&gt;Roll With It&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628859811824342182-8177720741477268099?l=lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/8177720741477268099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628859811824342182&amp;postID=8177720741477268099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/8177720741477268099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/8177720741477268099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2008/04/roll-with-it-by-steve-winwood.html' title='&quot;Roll With It&quot; by Steve Winwood'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182.post-5762719476522691972</id><published>2008-04-24T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T07:40:30.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Beautiful Day" by U2 and "As Long As You're Loving Me" by Vitamin C</title><content type='html'>In 2001 I was dating this girl in Somerville. Somerville was close to where I worked in Cambridge, so I ended up just heading to her house after work most evenings during the week. She had a roommate, so in order to disguise the sounds of our sexual encounters from the roommate, my girlfriend would turn on the clock radio. She had no CD player in her room, and this was pre-iPod era, so every night I was over she would turn on the damn clock radio which was always on some local Top 40 station. And like clockwork, every single time we had sex, "Beautiful Day" by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/u2"&gt;U2&lt;/a&gt; and "As Long as You're Loving Me" by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/vitamincfans"&gt;Vitamin C&lt;/a&gt; came on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every. Single. Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it drove me crazy. But she refused to put on any other station. So I dealt with it, because it was really good sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;download "&lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/5f1c1d00"&gt;Beautiful Day&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;download "&lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/0d56e765"&gt;As Long As You're Loving Me&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628859811824342182-5762719476522691972?l=lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/5762719476522691972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628859811824342182&amp;postID=5762719476522691972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/5762719476522691972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/5762719476522691972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2008/04/beautiful-day-by-u2-and-as-long-as.html' title='&quot;Beautiful Day&quot; by U2 and &quot;As Long As You&apos;re Loving Me&quot; by Vitamin C'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182.post-2283759437084018619</id><published>2008-04-16T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T07:09:58.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Drive" - by Deftones (bonus track from "Saturday Night Wrist")</title><content type='html'>So I was checking up on the &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/deftones"&gt;Deftones&lt;/a&gt; new album yesterday on Wikipedia and happened to look through their discography. There I noticed in the "covers" section that they had covered "Drive" by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.myspace.com/thecarsunlocked"&gt;the Cars&lt;/a&gt;. Apparently it was a bonus track if you bought all of "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Saturday-Night-Wrist-Deftones/dp/B000ION6F4/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1208353661&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Saturday Night Wrist&lt;/a&gt;" from iTunes. Unable to purchase just the track alone from iTunes, I searched the music black market and behold, I found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like all of their other covers...shit is goooooood. Deftones do the best covers, because they make them their own. Even if they are performed rather faithfully to the original, the energy they bring to the songs is always magical. This song gives me the same chills that "No Ordinary Love" did the first time I heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, no real story here. Just a rare track that I thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;download "&lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/b2118c42"&gt;Drive&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628859811824342182-2283759437084018619?l=lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/2283759437084018619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628859811824342182&amp;postID=2283759437084018619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/2283759437084018619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/2283759437084018619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2008/04/drive-by-deftones-bonus-track-from.html' title='&quot;Drive&quot; - by Deftones (bonus track from &quot;Saturday Night Wrist&quot;)'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182.post-7231266419404020552</id><published>2008-04-15T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:14:31.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Chocolate Pudding" by the Mighty Mighty BossTones (from the album "Medium Rare")</title><content type='html'>I fell in love with &lt;a href="http://www.bosstonesmusic.com/"&gt;the BossTones&lt;/a&gt; in 1993. My friend Darrin's pal John told me all about this wild band from Boston who did these insanely awesome shows. I was super curious. On a trip to Boston in the summer of 1993 with my Dad and brother, we stopped by a record store in Kenmore Square and I was excited to see the BossTones new EP, "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ska-Core-Devil-More-Mighty-Bosstones/dp/B000001DY8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1208272064&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Ska-core, the Devil, and More&lt;/a&gt;", prominently displayed. I took my last $7 and bought the CD, having never heard the band at all. I immediately fell in love with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to the fall of 2003. I fell hard for a girl in my High School who was into punk and ska. She told me about this band from Monroe, CT, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/shjusa"&gt;Spring Heeled Jack&lt;/a&gt;, who she knew I would love since I liked the BossTones. And she was quite right. I went on to see that particular band more times than any other in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very happy to find out that December that &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/shjusa"&gt;Spring Heeled Jack&lt;/a&gt; and the BossTones were playing a show at The Sting in New Britain.  I procured tickets for me, my brother, and his pal Andy, and we went on a cold snowy weekday night to see them.  The show was awesome in every way and that was the night that I first heard the BossTones play "Chocolate Pudding".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, I had all of the BossTones albums, so I was confused when I heard the crowd chanting for this song that I was sure was not on any of the albums. The band obliged the crowd, and the sax player, Johnny Vegas, came to the front of the stage to sing. Immediately it became a classic in my mind, and I saw why the crowd had been yearning for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this day it is one of my favorite BossTones songs, and one of my favorite spring/summer jams to rock on a sunny day. The last time I saw the Bosstones, at the Hometown Throwdown in 2002, they played Chocolate Pudding and it was the first time I had heard them do it live since the mid nineties. It was certainly as magical as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years I had the song on a cassingle (I believe it was finally released as the B-Side to "Kinder Words" in 1994) and when the Napster age came around I acquired an MP3 of it, but it was nice to see it finally come to CD late last year when the reunited BossTones released their "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Medium-Rare-Mighty-Bosstones/dp/B00117AZS8/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1208271977&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Medium Rare&lt;/a&gt;" b-sides album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;download "&lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/2183d564"&gt;Chocolate Pudding&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51N975dqiYL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51N975dqiYL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628859811824342182-7231266419404020552?l=lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/7231266419404020552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628859811824342182&amp;postID=7231266419404020552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/7231266419404020552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/7231266419404020552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2008/04/chocolate-pudding-by-mighty-mighty.html' title='&quot;Chocolate Pudding&quot; by the Mighty Mighty BossTones (from the album &quot;Medium Rare&quot;)'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182.post-8690785838737588460</id><published>2008-04-07T17:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T18:06:54.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"No Soul" and "Shiksa (Girlfriend)" by Say Anything (from the album "In Defense of the Genre")</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sayanything"&gt;Say Anything&lt;/a&gt; is one of those bands that each album has 2 or 3 good songs on each album, and the rest is ok. Not bad, but just ok. But, goddamn, those 2 or 3 songs are always fucking hot tits!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there isn't any real story with these songs. I've read all of the articles on this band and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Max_Bemis"&gt;Max Bemis&lt;/a&gt;, and although his bipolar disorder is interesting to read about, I guess I don't really care about how it relates to his band. Well, sure, it has to make a big impact on his songwriting, but part of me just doesn't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The album these songs are off of, "In Defense of the Genre", is a double album and really deserves my internal comparison to "Use Your Illusion I &amp;amp; 2". There's a whole lot of filler, and it could have been weaned down to make one awesome album, but instead is 2 discs of "meh".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, let's get back to the fucking hot tits. "No Soul" and "Shiksa" are both awesome songs. Full of sunshiny spring and summer goodness.  They have both been in the "current hot mix" playlist on my iPod since I downloaded them last summer. So sit back and savor the goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;download "&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=QW8P5VP2"&gt;No Soul&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;download "&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=628Y9COH"&gt;Shiksa (Girlfriend)&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/f/f2/In_Defense_of_the_Genre.jpg/200px-In_Defense_of_the_Genre.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628859811824342182-8690785838737588460?l=lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/8690785838737588460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628859811824342182&amp;postID=8690785838737588460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/8690785838737588460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/8690785838737588460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-soul-and-shiksa-girlfriend-by-say.html' title='&quot;No Soul&quot; and &quot;Shiksa (Girlfriend)&quot; by Say Anything (from the album &quot;In Defense of the Genre&quot;)'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182.post-4137949988565112877</id><published>2008-04-07T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:51:30.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Godzilla" - by Blue Oyster Cult</title><content type='html'>Junior high is when my fever for music knowledge began. Those years I built upon the limited base of my elementary school years and seeked out whatever new sounds I could. In 1990, I was fully engulfed in rock and roll and all it's many faces. And, more specifically, at that time I had fallen deeply in love with heavy metal. But, mind you, I was still learning about about all of the bands, the history, and the subtleties of the genre.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere around this time, I was listening to WCCC around midnight to John  "Ozone" Osterlind, as I normally did when I could.  All of sudden came this song that floored me with it's heaviness. It was "Godzilla" by &lt;a href="http://www.blueoystercult.com/"&gt;Blue Oyster Cult&lt;/a&gt;. Now, mind you, I knew who this band was. I mean, who hasn;t heard "Don't Fear the Reaper" 1000 times by the time they are 12? And WCCC also played their secondary hit "Burnin' For You" all the time. But to me, these were all recent songs. Now I know they weren't new, but I don't think I realized that Reaper was from the 70's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I hear "Godzilla" for the first time, and I thought it was a brand new song. I got really excited. I couldn't wait for my friends to get acquainted with it in the coming week so that we could talk about it. Hopefully they would be impressed that I heard it before them since I stayed up so late listening to "the Ozone". But, no. No one mentioned it. And it wasn't all over the radio.  Because, "Godzilla" was a song that had been released (as I later found out) in 1977. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a little behind on that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But regardless, it was (and is) an awesome classic metal song. I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mean, c'mon, what a fucking monster riff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;download "&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=EWCHWPWF"&gt;Godzilla&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61gE8RglJML._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628859811824342182-4137949988565112877?l=lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/4137949988565112877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628859811824342182&amp;postID=4137949988565112877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/4137949988565112877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/4137949988565112877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2008/04/godzilla-by-blue-oyster-cult.html' title='&quot;Godzilla&quot; - by Blue Oyster Cult'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182.post-6313055445789037907</id><published>2008-04-04T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T07:01:57.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke of Fire - Little Bohemia (from the Album "This Sinking Ship")</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/smokeorfire"&gt;Smoke or Fire&lt;/a&gt; started off as a Boston band named Jericho. In the spring of 2000, I was briefly dating this straight-edge girl and she took me to a Piebald show at Bill's Bar. I wasn't into Piebald, but Jericho and &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/hotrodcircuit"&gt;Hot Rod Circuit&lt;/a&gt; were 2 of the other bands on the bill and it was the first time I saw or heard either band. Fell in love with both. Jericho was (and I guess still is, since they moved back...) my favorite band in Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 2003, my band (&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sometimessheburns"&gt;Sometimes She Burns&lt;/a&gt;) had played a few shows with Jericho. I booked them to play this club in Somerville, the Pond I believe it was called. We added their friends in Boxingwater, and Salacious Crumb who we had done many shows with. The promoter added some shitty cow-punk band as well.  I made them play first and they were not happy with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, only about 40 people showed up to the show. The promoter was not happy. We didn't care. We ended up getting shitfaced with the Jericho and Boxingwater guys...mostly AFTER we played...by the time they both went on, they were hammered. Jericho were the last band to play and were so sloppy, but so awesome. I yelled in my drunken stupor "PLAY LITTLE BOHEMIA" at them.  Joe, the singer, looked at me slightly confused, and eventually the band played it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we had some more drinks with Joe and he asked me "Where did you ever hear Little Bohemia?".  It wasn't on their album, and I had never heard them play this song live. I told him "there's a live MP3 of it on your website". He looked at me confused and said "Really?". And we laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really fell in love with that song though. Just a sweet song about drinking with your friends and listening to rock tunes. It's simply perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very, very happy when they finally included a studio version of the song on last year's Fat Wreck Chords release "This Sinking Ship".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;download "&lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/9401bde9"&gt;Little Bohemia&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/This-Sinking-Ship-Smoke-Fire/dp/B000MGBRDG/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1207317566&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 106px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51uDQYoH3vL._SL160_AA115_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628859811824342182-6313055445789037907?l=lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/6313055445789037907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628859811824342182&amp;postID=6313055445789037907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/6313055445789037907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/6313055445789037907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2008/04/smoke-of-fire-little-bohemia-from-album.html' title='Smoke of Fire - Little Bohemia (from the Album &quot;This Sinking Ship&quot;)'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628859811824342182.post-8275019069178742340</id><published>2008-04-03T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T07:45:21.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>So, as of tonight, I'm throwing my hat into the ring. I have begun a music blog. I spent tonight going through a bunch of music blogs, noting how self important most of them are. How most push shitty and/or over-hyped bands (hello, Pissed Jeans. hello, Tapes N' Tapes. etc. etc. etc.). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My blog will serve the following purposes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) To talk about new music that catches my fancy. Note that I'm a cranky 31 year old, and I'm losing patience with new bands, so there won't be very many listed here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) The majority of this blog will delve into the story behind my iPod. See, I have spent the last 3 years collecting every piece of music that has impacted my life. positive or negative. majorly or insignificantly.  There may be long rambling stories about a certain song or something as simple as "I remember hearing that when walking through Zayre with my mom in 1982". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it. So, I'm going to use this space for telling stories. About the music that I love. And Some that I loathe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Kyle Frenette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628859811824342182-8275019069178742340?l=lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/feeds/8275019069178742340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628859811824342182&amp;postID=8275019069178742340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/8275019069178742340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628859811824342182/posts/default/8275019069178742340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessimportanthistory.blogspot.com/2008/04/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10305857791126971034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KoUG_qM4kV8/R_Y1IIl-oqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GhJaBwlVUXU/S220/aug3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
