Liner Notes

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Fugazi // End Hits


Notes:
Recorded at Inner Ear Studios in March and September of 1997.
Marbled Grey Wax
First Pressing
Favorite track in 1999 "Five Corporations"
Favorite track in 2016 "Break"



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What's the best six dollars you've ever spent? Was it a helluva hamburger, or a novel that changed your life? I spent mine on February 23, 1999. I bought a ticket to see Fugazi at Del Mar Station in Reno, Nevada. I was fifteen and was making less than $6 an hour. I couldn't drive and didn't have many friends. But I saw motherfucking Fugazi and the show still affects me.

There was this girl I liked. She was a little older and much cooler than me, but I liked her anyway. I was learning to play guitar which is to say I could jangle my way through the main riffs of some Metallica songs. And in the era of the Teen Line, I spent an awful lot of time talking on the phone. I distinctly remember trying to impress her one night by playing a cover of Marilyn Manson's cover of "Sweet Dreams" over the phone. The only logical response to this Shakespearean display of affection and male virility would be to swoon and offer her hand in holding during lunch. 


B
She answered quite dryly and without malice, as if stating a mundane fact, "My brother is a much better guitar player than you." First of all, fuck that guy. And second, how am I supposed to compete with an older brother, someone with a 1000 day head start of guitar playing? Needless to say, I hated him (He really is a phenomenal guitar player, though. Just stupidly good.).

Fast forward about a year to PE at Hug High. My largely apathetic instructor blithely rambled through the roll. Then I heard a familiar last name, the one belonging to my goth crush. As I turned to spy her in exercise shorts, I instead saw a scraggly, skinny dude. It was him. My nemesis. The brother. He was not the swaggering casanova of the guitar I had imagined. He looked like an alley cat. 

She must have said something to him because a few days in, he came up to me and said, "So... you're trying to bang my sister." What do you say to that? Still, miraculously, Jawsh and I became friends. He made me a series of mix-tapes which served as the foundation of the next decade of my musical love. The first one was entitled "You Will Hate This Tape" and had a hand drawn sketch of a male inspecting his testicles. The Misfits, Bikini Kill, DI, and Fugazi were on that first tape. I think I own a record from every band on that tape. 

Fast forward a year. Jawsh and I were going to Fugazi together. We wriggled our way to the front row. The sound was deafening. I had never heard drums so loud, but inexplicably clear and powerful. It was incredible. No less incredible were their politics. Their DIY ethos helped shape every project I've since been a part of. If you want your record to come out, you put it out. No one will help you. When I pay $60 to see a band now I think, I saw Fugazi for $6. Is this band ten times better than Fugazi? The answer is always no.

End Hits came out that year and they opened with "Break." Our tiny rib cages were being assaulted by the intersection between the sweaty mass behind us and the unyielding barricade in front of us. I had just purchased End Hits and was praying for "Five Corporations" as I was only interested in bangers at that point in my life. I wanted "Merchandise" and "Sieve Fisted Find." 

It was just after they ripped through "Merchandise," I looked down at my watch in horror. It was 10PM. A thousand feet from Fugazi was my Dad sitting in his Toyota 4-Runner waiting for me. I was devastated as I shuffled through the crowd who couldn't fathom why I was leaving. I lingered in the door for a moment to see if they were going to play "Five Corporations," before departing. The best $6 I ever spent was on half a Fugazi set. I would never know if they played my song. 

Jawsh, the next day at school, "Hahahah, you pussy. They totally played 'Five Corporations' right after you left." 

I love that man. 

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