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@CDmR8X:mD4PAd-I7%{|ID4PArsgxxxXxH[CxWhen I was born, 
the goats ran from their pens.  I think back to
the moment of My conception and hear the tired, choked tadpole
cries of the millions who just didn't make it, shot like sputniks
into the Meage only to twitch and congeal in the heat of
opportunity.  In this life, I know, there is no room for runners
up.  There is only first place and I am it.
Coming over the brow, swooping down onto the city.  The traffic is
well spaced and moving at a smooth pace.  The city is spread before
Me, white and pink in the winter sun.  I shall enter this beautiful
city and grasp it's center like My lover's corded veins and
tendons.  Later, at night, the city lies glittering.  Thrown over
the river valley, breathless, as I bear down on it.  This is My
city and I pass into it with the rush of wind and the sound of
quiet thunder. A bar, a cube of light, throbs gently as I park My
car and, triggering the electronic locks and alarm, I move across
the shining tarmac to the noise and warmth.  My breath is pluming
in the bitter cold, then the heat of the bar enfolds Me ardently
as I push through the throng to My table.  I am there and I know
it will be good tonight...
Here's a CD of my brand new Mekons songs!  The first since 1994's
Retreat From Memphis, it finds my legendary punk fundamentalists
up to their necks in sex, spite and uneasy listening.  Singing in
the tongues of advertising and pornography, the language that makes
up the unique special fractured and fragmented Me, My influences
are X, Y, Z etc.  How can I say I made this...or that...since "I"
made "Me".  By using only the finest musician's available and the
most sophisticated modern recording techniques, I have taken the
Mekons capacity for personal expression to dazzling new heights. 
There's Steve playing my drums and Sarah on my bass, Susie playing
my fiddle and Lu on my Saz.  Sally, Rico, Jon, Rebecca and Tom sing
my lyrics and there's Terrie from The EX playing my guitar. 
There's Barry reading my shit and Mitch shaking my stuff!  When you
listen to ME, you'll feel like you know ME.  Through my music and
words, you can step into a life like mine.  Expect my tour in
June!!  Get to know ME in person...
The Mekons have recorded countless albums and singles over the
course of their 21 year, um, career.  ME is unleashed on the
unsuspecting postmodern world May 19, 1998.  It was recorded
mostly at Kingsize Sound labs in the summer/fall of 1997.  
!please contact us:
Scott Giampino / ext 201 / scott@tgrec.com
Rob Sieracki / ext 204 / robs@tgrec.com
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