so I started
thinking and there wasn’t really much ... back then
I understood instead of remembered ... always better when that
happens ... except to make a short story long, I’d like to stay
on
the side of the half which I did myself, which has always faithfully
flowed through the halls of bad taste. So skipper, where do we
start? could be:
1. The years from 1979 (including everything
that Gramm put out) up to the point where Bad Taste got its
national registry number.
2. The [Sugarcubes’] Einn moli á mann single and
the song Ammæli (Birthday), just the right thing at the
time, made the summer nights more beautiful in an odd way and
they were pretty decent to begin with.
3. The opening of “Hláturinn og tárid”
(The laugh and the tear) - a pub and live music venue that never
existed - where the Irish band Virgin Prunes perfomed with Bruni
BB and [poet] Dagur Sigurdar, who came home to accept his national
artist’s salary till he got sick of it (that never happened).
And the band Slagverkur who were so “right” that
night, and the singer with the special sense... (never happened).
4. The postcards. Sad to admit it, but the guys’ hips
haven’t got any trimmer.
5. Bogga and Gummi Ingólfs and the tom cats ... a completely
“in your face” arrangement and a fine moment. I
made many attempts to switch lives with some flies so I could
be on the wall in the recording studio, but youknowhowitispal,
flies never understand.
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6. No question, everything
that I can’t
remember - and that’s not a little!!!!!!!!
7. The Strokið og slegið record (how
cum?) (which do you want?)
8. Thank you Bessie Smith - Didda.
Because there’s a spirit that wakes the
lovely beast that wallows in the dreck of
humanity; Bad Taste, letsdoit, let’s do it
now, or never.
9. When Bad Taste made Millie Jackson
the first female American president (it’s
happening!) wait for the news ... |
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