dear blog reader,
I’m really looking forward to some upcoming gigs in the near future!
to bad I can’t tell you more about it, cos one is yet to be comfirmed. latest news on that at the official Genuine Fakes site!

spent the weekend with a dear friend listening to some old vinyls and drinking “Eau De Vie” (I’d call it swedish blue collar brandy).
we enjoyed the re-discovery of all sorts of music ranging from Leonard Cohen to David Johansen. even got a bit of Roxette and Billy Idol in there… on Saturday we also managed to pay a visit to the fabulous Monk’s Café for a bit of kriek, ale and stout. Thanx for visiting, Hank!

also, reading the most recent post from Tommy Fake, I recognized the old Spinal Tap trio from yet another great mockumentary,
A Mighty Wind from 2003.

finally, here’s “Cypress Hill Lyric of the week”:
(WHEN THE SHIT GOES DOWN)

shit, I still stand tall
with tha hill clan, ya’ll
better stand back - niggaz ’bout ta fall
I’m comin’ out blastin’ like Yosemite Sam
get tha cheese n’ tha bread for tha ham…

in my last post I dropped a couple of songs worth checking out.
three of four are represented and available for download at:

THE MODPUNKPOP ARCHIVES
STOAT - “Office Girl”,
AGENTS - “Modern Girls”
STARJETS - “Any Danger Love”.

also, stay tuned for “Cypress Hill Lyric of the Week”.. coming soon!

time to get this blog going!
last weekend I nailed the remaining bass tracks for TGF songs “Star”, “Blind Commitment”, “Whatever Comes Your Way” and “You Always Come Back Home”. the session was acutally set in the rehersal studio for practical reasons. It all went really well!

I’ll be staying in this weekend. resting, reading and most apparently blogging. as Joey went south (Småland) on friday we’ll pick up the studio work again on tuesday.

(current playmate)

i’d like to end this post with a very special feature of mine:

“Cypress Hill Lyric of the week”.

(LIL’ PUTOS)

So I gotta maintain my direction
What I mighta gained without my protection
Not a damn thing, so when I come just bring that new style, break ya off like a chicken wing

Buckooock!!

So you can just suck my c**k
Like a fat blunt, stoned is the way of the walk
When I’m peepin, checkin out the punk-ass creepin
I let the dogs loose then I let the dogs sick em
Graaah! nigga dont make me catch ya, punk
cause I still will be comin’ at ya