i may be a bird in a cage but at least it's your cage

DEAR INTERNETS:

if you want to save me from the awful fate of filling my harddrive up with mekons bootlegs from 1984*, you should upload full albums for me. i am particularly interested in the mekons rock'n'roll and i ♥ mekons. because, well, i do heart the mekons. also because those are the two albums i keep seeing cited as the best of their studio stuff. but i will take anything you've got.

i have no upload location preference, and i promise to send quarterstick records money as soon as i have some. or upload shit for you. or both! i'm having this thing about jon langford recently, if you couldn't tell. enable me, please! there will be sex involving bob bryar at the end of your indulgence in this stage of mine, if that matters at all. or if you'd rather not know that i'm planning to slash jon langford or bob bryar with anyone, i can also pretend that's totally true.

love and kisses and gratitude in advance,
min

p.s. seriously, you guys, i have to go sit through a two hour meeting with a company that we've already decided we're not contracting to in an hour; i could use some good old fashioned rock and roll when i get back. that, and a nap. but rock and roll first.

p.p.s. last night i thought i had the flu, because my face was all red and hot, but then it turned out that i was just drunk.

p.p.p.s. me to shep. last night: "see, you win, because i can't play the guitar at all. i can, however, come up with cream cds on demand, which is something."

* not a particularly awful fate in the grand scheme of things, of course, but i'd rather have studio albums than bootlegs, and right now all i can find are boots. SO.