only a diseased mind would want to read this book

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Good News: Black Flag gets to play

Bad News: They have to do a disco set so the police can dance

We would go out on our flyer-pasting missions in Robo’s little white Ford Cortina. We’d have the bucket with the paste, we’d have a few hundred flyers, and after all the flyers were posted, like three of four hours, we’d go home to sleep ... To me my work was the equivalent of a band like Black Flag or any other band who was righteously self protective of recordings. I would give them original art and it would come back to me scrawled upon and taped over or whited out, and I’d always ask nicely, ‘Could you please make a copy of this first and then do that?’ Their master tapes were deemed sacrosanct, while my work was seen as completely disposable.