Previously, Alice Bag was only familiar to me as the banshee-like front woman behind L.A.'s legendary punk band the Bags, and for her role in obscure L.A. supergroup Castration Squad:
However, only recently have I been aware of her rather engaging presence on the web via her comprehensive Women In L.A. Punk interview page. After catching up with her life via her website, blog, and twitter I'm convinced her insights deserve a place amongst any of the more well known punk luminaries who have kept their minds sharp throughout the years(MacKaye or Rollins, for example). With that said, I'm absolutely giddy with excitement for the release of her autobiography:
Excerpts and other insights surrounding the book reside at yet another blog she maintains: Chica Violenta
Now onto the real reason for this post, which is this song, which was recently posted on her Soundcloud page:
Soledad by alicebag Soledad, by Luna Nova. Vocals by Alicia Velasquez (Alice Bag) and Teresa Covarrubias. Guitar by Gabriel. We recorded this song in Gabriel's apartment right after we wrote it, mostly so that we wouldn't forget our parts. The recording was never meant for public consumption but if you listen beyond the hiss there's a lovely song there.
Are Jack In The Box's infamously delicious tacos vegetarian?
As high school students venturing into our first year of vegetarianism, we were accustomed to the cheap and greasy thrills that could be found in this deal of the century: two tacos for 99 cents! The experience was highly accommodating to our limited net worth. Naturally, the vegetarian lifestyle brought us to question not only our reliance on an altogether harmful factory farming industry, but also our alliance to the harmfully satisfying nourishment provided by these motherfucking tacos! We were prepared to test the will of our palettes by making a few necessary sacrifices for our lifestyle, but god damn, couldn't we just keep our fucking tacos on board with us!?
The substance that constituted for meat these in these affordable, yet tasty delicacies was tan, gooey, and resembled the post-treatment waste residue you might find curing in a sewage treatment plant. Aesthetics phased us not; the cornucopia of flavors emanating from these artery-clogging treats negated this one unfortunate visual gaffe. Irony had its way and soon this visual gaffe was now the key to bringing our most beloved tacos back from exile. This bilious goo bore no resemblance to any sort of meat with origins in a land-based life form! Its origins must surely lie in that wretched, soy-based faux-meat processing plant in Hades. Seriously though, if all the best bands are affiliated with Satan, why couldn't one of the best meals be affiliated with Seitan!?
Well, we were gonna clear this up once and for all! Sure enough, we were going to consult an expert on this one! Our next visit to a nearby Jack In The Box drive-thru prompted us to voice our obviously well-reasoned inquiry at one of the staff's resident nutritionists, otherwise known as the cashier. With no pause for thought, an answer shot back informing us of their bean-based origins. Okay! Sounds good, point taken, and thanks for the extra hot sauce packets!
Wait a minute! That motherfucking nutritionist was a nothing but a god damned Jack In The Box employee! What the fuck do they know? Well, shit. Surely there must be some literature available that could inform us otherwise?
Aha! Why hadn't we thought to look at the damn nutritional brochure made available per request!?
Well, there it was, finally in plain view of our faces. Simple documentation had finally sealed the deal: We could no longer continue to swallow the processed assholes of our unfortunate factory farming casualties, for it did not serve the greater good, and consequently negated the principles behind our vegetarian ideals.
As I was consuming some delicious 99 cent (sans ham, double egg) Breakfast Jacks this morning this coupon presented itself:
(For those curious, this will be going to my father, who happens to be a guru of bargain consciousness.)
Coincidentally, I happened to have just read an appalling account of the various legislative measures being put forth by the so-called "Birther" movement. It can be found here: Birther debate alive across U.S.
I started to think. What does this all mean? Why has this coupon presented itself after reading an account of one of the most repulsive, and backwards non-issues facing the minds of the public today? Why have I conjured up this specific memory in relation to these two otherwise unrelated things?
Can a motherfucker ever stop thinking about how good those god damned tacos are!?
I never dug too deep into U.K. DIY beyond some of the more well known bands, so it's always a treat to discover yet another one-off single that happens to randomly fall into my lap via the internet. The a-side of this single was already up on youtube. It's a more scathing, robotic sounding affair which honestly doesn't do much for me. The b-side- a more wistful, minimalist affair- is MY JAM. As such, I've uploaded it for others to enjoy.