More music notes: Something I Learned has posted a 7" by an early-80s Albany band called the A.D.'s. Well before my time, though I have logged many hours at Last Vestige Records, the lead singer's store. Without Last Vestige, my record collection would have a big empty spot where the Japanese import Muscle Shoals compilations should be.

Teenage Gluesniffer has a scan of Big Yeah, a zine from 1987 with a vintage Clowes cover and an interview with the incomparable, inscrutable Big Black.

Steve: We played at Hammersmith Palais opening for Killing Joke. It was terrible.
BY: How were Killing Joke? Were they wankers, as they say?
Steve: I think anyone would say that, yeah. They were dick-sucking, pud-pulling fags. I mean, what were they?
Dave: Ball-sucking…
Steve: Yeah! Dick flappin’, ball suckin’. They were fuckin’ awful. It was like watching Simple Minds.
BY: Did they condescend to meet you guys?
Steve: Fuck no. We didn’t want to talk to them. I interviewed those guys three years ago, and I thought they were like spoiled children on acid.

Have I ever talked about how much I love Steve Albini? No? I suppose it should be obvious. I love Steve Albini for myriad reasons, but this morning, the one that springs to mind is that if, for example, Steve Albini went to your reading at the KGB Bar, he would laugh every last one of you whiny, poetry-chapbook-publishing, Propagandhi-quoting, navelgazing, world-owes-me-a-living-because-I'm-vegan douchebags off the fucking stage.

Kids these days.