You Bet I’ve Got Something Personal Against You! By Black Flag. Hilarious title. In 1981, I could not stop playing this song. I want to get the ringtone, but I don’t know how to put a ringtone on my phone. Someone?
Here.
Starts out with some wimpy guy simpering, “You don’t have anything personal against me, do you?” LOL. Then it segues into the song.
You don’t have anything against me, do you?
You bet I’ve got something personal against you
We know
You stole our song
You’ll regret ever touching them
You’ll regret fucking with our band
You’ll regret everything you’ve done
Now you bet that I’ve got
something personal against you!
You deny
All the sleaze and graffiti
You’ll regret
Stealing from our past
It’s minus and your fuss won’t last
We know
What you’ve done behind our back
Now you bet that I’ve got
something personal against you
You deny
Sitting in the corner
You’ve done
Nothing of your own
You’ve got
Nowhere to go but down
Check out those lyrics. Hilarious!
I saw them in 1980 at the Cookoo’s Nest in Costa Mesa. 4 or 5 punker idiots backed my friend up against the wall sneering, “Masters and slaves!” I intervened on behalf of my friend and they jumped me. I got thrown in the air. I came down with a Heineken bottle in my hand, heading for the ground. There was punker below me on his back. I was going to hit him in the head with the beer bottle! Oh fuck yeah!
He put his knees up, and kicked me with both feet as I was coming down. I went flying in the air and landed on both feet like a cat. It was kind of fun in a homicidal kind of way!
Later both of my terminally passive pussy friends accused me of being the aggressor! “Bob, you were the aggressor,” they insisted. Fuck that. I intervened to help my friend. Those Nazi punk bastards were terrorizing him, and they had pushed him all the way to the wall in the back of the club. Lot of thanks I got for rescuing that pussy.
Later, in 1985, I was with this woman that I was dating in Hermosa Beach. We went to the laundromat to pick up some of her clothes. Chuck Dukowski was there, sitting outside the laundromat, reading a book. I started talking to him, but never mentioned he was in Black Flag. He pointed out he was reading the Marquis de Sade, and he seemed to think I might appreciate it. I nodded approvingly.
Favorite #2. Husker Du, I’m Not Interested. Another hilarious song. I played this one a lot in the early 80′s. I love the chorus.
I’m not listening
TO WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY
I’m not listening
ALL LIES ANYWAY
LOL, hilarious or what?
Two songs, one asshole.
Story of my life.
Sigh.
Ah, I have a dark nasty soft spot for angry music.
Beasts of Bourbon in general is good in that vein–here’s one:
They’ve done lots of great angry songs, hard to pick just one.
Though my favorite song of theirs is still “Ten Wheels for Jesus,” not an angry one, just funny and twisted–I listen to it and laugh and laugh and laugh….
Thanks for “10 wheels for Jesus”…hilarious. I’m picturing some wigged-out skinny meth-head driving a Peterbilt and squeezing Visine.
Black Flag and Henry Rollins will without doubt be the greatest hardcore LA band to come down the pike. 1980′s Black Flag punk in LA was so above and beyond all the whining simpering queer shit that simmered in that era.”Do you have something against me?You bet we got something against you!”
“You don’t have anything personal against me, do you?”
“You bet we got something personal against you!”
LOL!
Yeah, when I saw the ‘Angry’ I instantly thought of Black Flag.
Henry Rollins is cathartic.