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    . JANUARY 27,1989 — THE DECREE — PAGE 3
Dead Milkmen strange but interesting
By MARK BRETT
I was walking through the record
store with a friend of mine a few
weeks ago, when I looked down and
exclaimed, “Hey! The Dead Milk
men have a new album out!”
My friend, not being too musi
cally hip (or strange, take your pick,)
stared at me and said, “Who?”
The Dead Milkmen are a very
strange group of young men from
Detroit who record some of the best
post-punk/comedy/ scruff rock mu
sic I’ve ever heard (also some of the
only post-punk/comedy/scruff rock
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music I’ve ever heard, but what of
it?)
Previous albums have yielded
such classics as “Bitchin’ Camaro,”
“Serrated Edge” (a song about wor
shipping Charles Nelson Reilly),
‘Takin’ Retards to the Tjoo” (sick!),
“Beach Party Vietnam,” “The Thing
That Only Eats Hippies,’’ “You’ll
Dance to Anything,” “Nitro Burning
Funny Cars,” and (my favorite)
“Blood Orgy of the Atomic Fern.”
Not for the squeamish, the Milk
men take a hard and very outrageous
line on life in modem America
(Reagan’s America, if you prefer).
Their sound is very rough and offen
sive (in the best punk tradition, if
there can be such a thing), but this
only reinforces their IjTics, which are
also rough and offensive.
More often than not, however,
those lyrics make a worthwhile state
ment. Their song “Big Lizard in my
Backyard,” for example, tells the
PBS films, panel discussion
help honor King *s birthday
By DON RHODES
Monday afternoon at 1 p.m. as a
part of its recognition of Dr. Martin
Luther King, Jr., N.C. Wesleyan Col
lege presented two parts of the Public
Broadcasting series Eyes on the Prize
and a panel discussion with the Rev.
Albert Shuler, a member of the
Board of Trustees, and Dr. Richard
Watson, professor of history at the
college.
The first film, entitled. No Easy
Walk, followed the Civil Rights
movement during 1962-63, and the
second film. The Bridge to Freedom,
covered the movement in 1965. The
most enlightening portion of the
well-attended session, however,
were the panel discussions following
each of the films.
After the first film. Rev. Shuler
spoke about the years 1962-63, when
he was in the fifth grade. Shuler re
lated a story of a trip which he took
with his teacher, who drank at a
“white” drinking fountain in a de
partment store. When the manager
confronted his teacher, she replied
that she didn’t drink colored water.
Shuler added that the first film made
him “realize how far we have come.”
Dr. Watson also related a story
from his school days, and it was also
a story about segregation. Watson
stated that he remembered “thinking
segregation was natural.” He contin
ued, however, by stating that his
ideas changed when the first black
students attended the Durham city
schools. Watson added that “it must
have taken extraordinary courage to
attend the school.”
After the second film, both Shuler
and Watson stated that the Civil
Rights movement is not dead. Shuler
stated that “education is crucial,” and
that “we need to identify people who
can serve as leaders.” The problem
with the movement in Shuler’s eyes
is that the p>eople are content with the
gains that blacks have made.
Watson stated that today there is
“difficulty defining the problem.
Back them, the enemy was obvious,”
with Jim Clark and “Bull” Conner as
the symbols. He added that today we
“are uncertain of the terrain on which
we are fighting.” Identification is
much harder because there is very
little overt racism.
Because the events were sched
uled to remember Dr. Martin Luther
King, Jr., Watson and Shuler did at
tempt to define King’s role in the
Civil Rights movement. Watson
stated that the films misled the
viewer to a certain extent by only
covering the movement in the
1960’s. The Civil Rights movement
had spanned many decades before
King even entered the picture.
“There have been other leaders and
other orators. King was the man for
the movement.” Watson added that
the “Civil Rights movement was not
a single, monofilament movement.”
Shuler stated that “he (King) had
to deal with the moderates as well as
the militants, and he didn’t have an
easy time doing it.”
story of this huge, Godzilla-like rep
tile kept as a pet. The army comes in
and kills it, explaining that, “We
gotta blow up these things we don’t
understand.” The Milkmen, through
this absurd little fantasy, have made a
serious statement about the military
mentality (and yanked a few cheap
laughs out of it, too).
The Dead Milkmen’s newest al
bum, “Beelzebubba,” continues in
this fine tradition. Early on, we are
treated to “RC’s Mom,” a song about
James Brown’s recent legal prob
lems. Lead singer Rodney Anony
mous belts out a pretty fair imitation
of the hardest-working man in show
business on this one, grunting out
lines like, “Gon’ beat my wife!
Huh!” with great humor.
Next up is “Stuart,” a song that
rips apart the “good ole’ boy” image
and exposes the sometimes-ugly
feelings beneath it. The song is nar
rated by the voice of every loud,
obnoxious human being ever bom
(sort of a Morton Downey, Jr. with
no brain at all).
Stopping to rave about burrow
owls (whatever those are) and the de
capitation of his son on a carnival
ride, the narrator gives his neighbor
the low-down on “what the queers
are doing to the soil!” Their secret
plan? “They’re building landing
strips for gay Martians!”
The album moves on to such
songs as “Punk Rock Girl” (a song
about true love and alienation and all
sorts of anti-social behavior, which
mentions Mojo Nixon, who deserves
a review all his own), “Beach Boys”
(a song that presents teen suicide as a
mindless reaction to a mindless
world. It ends with a continuous
chant of, “I’m so bored I’m drinkin’
bleach"), “The Guitar Song” (a song
against bad, homogenized, compu
terized music), “My Many Smells”
(just for fun), and “Bom to Love Vol
canos,” a song that makes an impor
tant point about PBS pledge drives:
“Maybe they need my money more
than a man without a home/They
want to make a document’ry ‘bout
footwear in ancient Rome.”
“Beelzebubba” also includes “I
Against Osbourne,” a conspiracy
song with the line, “Mr. Rogers
works hand-in-hand with the KGB.”
The album ends with a song that
sums up the overall punk rock atti
tude: “Life is Shit.”
“Beelzebubba,” like the rest of
the output from the Dead Milkmen,
is a great deal of serious fun, always
in the poorest taste (these, after all,
are the men that recorded “Watching
Scotty Die”). The raunch is mainly to
attract your attention, however, so
that you’ll perhaps pay attention to
the message behind it.
This approach probably misses
more than it hits for most people, but
for those who accept it, new horizons
are opened. Give it a shot. It’s better
than suicide (now, there’s an incen
tive...).
Aspects seeks
contributions
Anyone from the faculty, staff, or
student body who is interested in
contributing to and creating a spring
issue of Aspects, NCWC’s literary
journal, should give such contribu
tions to Steve Ferebee soon. We pub
lish poems, short stories, essays,
jokes, and graphics. Anyone who
would like to help with the editing
and so forth should also see Dr.
Steve. See your own words in print!
Be on the cutting edge of the eastem
North Carolina literary world!
Condom ban stirs criticism
N^w Orleans remembered
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10 be, and has faded into a dreary
deadly drone.
Then I was off to have a late lunch
ith a grad school friend whom I
iven’t seen in years but who kindly
minded me several times of how I
ide a fool of myself; we laughed in
ostemation at our growing re-
ictabihty. Then another Virginia
)olf session and more old friends
grey suits.
The Virginia Woolf Society
n’t stay at the tacky Hilton — no,
joodBloomsburian style we foimd
>maU French Quarter hotel buUt
jimd patios and fountains. Here we
had our annual party. I remember-
arguing vociferously with some
woman about WoolFs capacity to
drink red wine. Then our own Vivi
enne Anderson swept in, looking as if
she had stepped from the pages of a
glamour magazine. Then she swept
out with some British guy and his
Oriental girlfriend.
At this point time sped up and I
was back on the street looking for the
Stanford metaphysical woman. I
never did find her, so if you’re ever
on Bourbon Street and meet a Cali
fornian who wants to talk about sev
enteenth-century poetry, teU her I
was lost in the Twilight Zone looking
for her.
(Continued from Page 2)
dealt with most severely for their
obvious lack of moral fiber and ap
parent presence of unscrupulous ten
dencies. Condoms have no place on
this campus for a number of reasons.
First of aU, Dean Marron knows,
as well as everyone else should, that
the students at this Methodist institu
tion Do Not Have Sex, p>eriod! Sure,
the students may drink a little beer,
get a bit rowdy at times, and might
even retire to their respective rooms
with a person or persons of the oppo
site sex and turn the radio up but they
Do Not Have Sex. We all know bet
ter. So why have condoms available
when they may only serve to instigate
what this institution is devoid of in
the first place?
What good would dispensing con
doms be on a celibate campus? Well,
they could of course be a source of
practical jokes. How about the one
when your roommate slides the
sheepskin on the mouth of your saxo
phone? It’s always fim to see the
maestro’s face when you whip it out
in class. Oh yeah, there is always the
one when you put the condom on a
friend’s doorknob and cover it with
slime when he or she is gone. That
one is always good for a quick
chuckle, but this is still not a valid
reason for dispensing condoms on
this campus.
Now this is the clincher for all of
you nonbelievers. Simply analyze
Dean Marron’s reasoning and you
will see why condoms should not be
dispensed. Dean Marron knows that
by distributing condoms to people
about to engage in sexual intercourse
the chances of people contracting
AIDS, V.D., or getting pregnant will
increase. In other words, if the col
lege did not distribute condoms there
would be no piroblem in this area. Just
think about that.
Okay, for the sake of argument
let’s say that one or two of the stu
dents at this institution has acciden
tally had or will have sex. Maybe
something slipped or something. I
don’t know. No one would know
how to use this complicated appara
tus anyway. Who knows, someone
might roll this condom over their
tongue or big toe and thus not use the
devise to its full potential. To rectify
this situation, the college would then
have to spend millions of dollars on
an educational course for those who
have not taken Carsten’s Human
Sexuality course. Or for those which
exceptional problems, there cold be a
step by step home video course com
plete with a home quiz.
Wake up kids and face the facts.
You know as well as I that condoms
have no place here. K anyone has any
questions please contact me at the
Washington Bureau of the Commit
tee Against Safe Sex.
Jeff Jackson
    

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