The Bad Brains weren’t one of the crop of punk bands that ignited my suburban teenage years, I only found them in my late 20s. But once found they kicked my butt to Mars!
So I’m sad to hear their guitarist Dr Know is in critical condition a hospital, so I’m cranking up the PMA Vibe machine and sending him some energy.
Talking of which here’s probably my favorite rebellion/self-realisation song of theirs 🙂
Don’t need no ivory liquid. Don’t want no afro sheen.
Don’t need the latest fashions. Don’t want my hair to smell clean.I’ve got my automotion,
I’ve got that superpotion.
And if you think I’m going crazy,
Then pretty baby it might be true babe.We don’t need no first class. Don’t need no second class.
All of the best-of, all that can kiss my ass.I’ve got my claim to fame,
I’ve got that positive flame.
And if you think I’m going crazy,
Then pretty baby it might be you babe.