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It Was Bound to Happen - The Ride

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I bought my first road bike last October, just as the cycling bug was taking hold of me and, while it is an only entry-level model, I have been extremely protective of it. Naturally, I use it, but I have a tendency to take my trusty decades-old Trek hybrid out whenever I am a bit wary of the road conditions. If there's the slightest hint of rain in the air, for instance, I leave the road bike at home. If I suspect I may encounter gravel, I leave the road bike at home. If it has been windy and I suspect the rail trails will be littered with tree branches and other debris, I leave the road bike at home.

In other words, I treat my road bike like an overprotective parent would treat his or her child.

Since a good deal of this week's riding has consisted of gravel grinding on my slow, steel-framed hybrid on the rural roads linking my small Iowan town to even smaller, more Iowan communities, I'd begun craving the faster ride of my road bike. Although I hemmed and hawed a bit, I decided to forego the comparatively short group ride organized by my local cycling club so that I could take a longer solo ride and explore some county roads I'd not yet ridden. Being the careful fellow that I am, I fired up my computer and scoured the satellite images of the roads I'd be riding on Google Maps to ensure that I'd be riding a well-paved route with sparse automobile traffic. I double-checked everything, reassured myself that it would be a good ride, and set out for a nice forty mile tour of the county that would take me through a few small towns, including one I hadn't yet visited. I was excited.

While I didn't exactly zip along, I enjoyed the smooth, speedy feel of the road bike and the miles passed quickly. I inhaled the cool early evening air, thanked the Fates for keeping the winds from whipping across the plains, and tried to notice the subtle changes in the landscape. I churned up a few hills, coasted down a few more, and marveled at how green everything was getting. It was a lovely evening and I knew that the ride would be satisfying once I got home, where I intended to revel in the post-ride calm and treat myself to a nice dinner.

I was getting a little hungry, though, so my thoughts turned to picking up a bite to eat at the Kwik Star convenience store in Readlyn, which I reasoned would be a good place to stop since it is located at the other end of the the rail trail I would be taking back to Waverly. The sun was setting as I pulled off Route 3 into Readlyn, the sky streaked with oranges and purples. Initially, I'd planned on turning onto Reed Avenue, a road on which I'd ridden previously. Instead, I turned one road before Reed, onto Quarter Avenue. 

Quarter Avenue, it turns out, is an aptly-named road. There are so many potholes and fissures splitting the pavement that it seems to be just that: a quarter of a road. Actually, scratch that. Quarter Avenue is less a road than the absence of a road. Seriously: the surface of the moon has fewer craters. This, for example, is probably the most smoothly-paved section of the road:

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So, just as I turned onto Quarter Avenue, a little over one mile from the familiar territory of the Kwik Star, I found myself heading straight for what can only be described as the Grand Canyon of Iowa or perhaps the Marianas Trench of the Heartland. This gaping crevasse--several inches deep, four or five feet long, and more than a foot across--was, for me, much like the Sirenum Scopuli of mythic antiquity. Like the mariners lulled to sleep by the unearthly singing of those birdlike Sirens, I was too becalmed by the beauty of the moment to recognize my peril before it was two late. In a futile effort to avoid my fate, I pulled on the handlebars, launching the front wheel of my bike into the air, but my rear wheel crashed, like a shipwreck, into the rock wall and, with the telltale hiss of a wounded inner tube, my tire went flat. 

This was it: my first flat tire. Somehow, it's not nearly as exciting as it might sound. 

I hadn't brought a patch kit with me, so I called a friend to ask for a ride and walked the mile to the Kwik Star, carrying my once-proud, now-maimed steed. I passed several people who, with typical Midwestern politeness, greeted me and, with that same typical Midwestern politeness, pretended not to notice the fact that I was carrying a bike on my back as I lurched towards the gas station in the gathering dusk.

It all turned out okay, of course. Although it was a bit chilly as I waited for my ride, I was metaphorically warmed by my beloved Canadiens' Game 7 win over the Bruins, the ESPN mobile gamecast of which helped pass the time. My friend got me home and I changed my first-ever flat. Removing the tire wasn't as difficult as I'd feared, but it was more difficult than I'd hoped. As I'd predicted, I got myself a pretty nice pinch flat. I decided to replace the inner tube with a new one and I am keeping the as-yet-unpatched damaged tube as a spare. Getting the tire back on after I'd replaced the tube was a royal pain in the ass, but I did it. As I pumped up the tire, however, it seemed I couldn't quite reach the PSI I'd expected and I was a bit concerned. I heard a couple of strange pops and, at one point, thought I'd caused a small explosion.

But nothing happened. 

The tire seems all right, for the most part, though my rear wheel appears to be a bit out of true and there seems to be something off in the shifting. What had once been an occasional slipping or skipping as I pedaled in a lower gear seemed to be more of an issue during my brief test ride. Still, I was able to ride around the block a few times and I seem to have succeeded in my attempt at completing a very basic, yet crucial task for any cyclist.

I'll take that as a positive. I mean, anytime you learn something, that's a good thing, right? I now know I can change a bike tube, that carrying a patch kit is essential, and that Bremer County, Iowa really, really, really needs to fix Quarter Avenue unless they plan on using it to test the durability of the Mars Rover. If that's the case, though, I feel really bad for that poor robot.

Gravel Grinding One's Way To A Gran Fondo - The Ride

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10250329_10152358789652940_3609290449214694787_n.jpgI've been kicking around the idea of starting a bicycle blog for quite a while now but, while I have had several ideas I thought worthy of posts, I couldn't figure out where to begin. And so I put off starting the blog. Today, however, having just returned from the longest ride I have ever taken in my life, I think I finally have a subject interesting enough to justify a first post. Furthermore, it allows me to touch upon several of the subjects (my recent conversion to gravel grinding, Strava's influence on my training, etc.) about which I would like to write at greater length without having to go into too much detail for an introductory post while also allowing me to avoid beginning the blog with the possibly clichéd "how I came to cycling" story through which I initially thought I might introduce myself.

Day One: Waverly-Independence
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I'd decided over the previous weekend to take a longer-than-usual ride on Tuesday because the weather was forecast to be  in the Goldilocks Zone (neither too cold nor too warm, but just right), sunny, and comparatively windless (Iowa, for those readers unfamiliar with the state, might be unaware of Euroclydon's long residency here). My decision to ride a little over 80 miles was motivated, in part, by a Strava challenge to pedal the length of a 130 kilometer gran fondo in a single ride. Once I'd decided how far I wanted to go, I had to figure out whether I preferred a single out-and-back ride (which might be boring on the return) or a loop. Opting for the latter and curious about the Cedar Valley Nature Trail for which I'd seen many signs between Waterloo and Cedar Rapids, I decided to pack an overnight bag and head south, towards Cedar Falls.

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The route I took down to Cedar Falls is one of my favorite local routes: it consists primarily of undulating, hard-packed gravel roads cutting through some of the scant forest remaining in the region and past a number of small farmsteads. This first segment of the ride, beginning at the point at which I turned off the Waverly Rail Trail onto Grand Avenue, really set the mood for the entire day. From the point I left the pavement in Waverly until I hit the outskirts of Cedar Falls, I was lulled into a sense of wellbeing by the white noise of the gravel passing beneath my tires, the sights of spring's vanguard buds awakening on the trees, and the not unpleasantly pungent odor of the new-turned earth in my nostrils. After a long, brutal winter punctuated by a seemingly endless series of polar vortices, it was nothing short of blissful to feel the earth coming alive all around me.

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My return to the paved world in Cedar Falls, while jarring, provided me with a nice opportunity to rest and stop at Bike Tech and Cup of Joe for a spare tube and espresso before heading on my way.

The Cedar Falls-Waterloo area has one of the more extensive multi-use trail systems in the state so, with only a few small interruptions, the next segment of my ride--from Cedar Falls, through Waterloo, and into Evansdale--was almost entirely traffic-free. The trails are well-maintained and frequent signs and maps let riders know exactly where they are and how to get from place-to-place. There are a few confusing sections and one or two rather abrupt breaks in the trail, but nothing a pocket map or cell phone app wouldn't clear up. Once in Evansdale, I followed the signs first to the town's local trail, then to the Cedar Valley Nature Trail.

At this point in my ride, I wasn't certain exactly how far I'd take the trail, as it runs more than fifty miles to the town of Hiawatha, just outside Cedar Rapids. I calculated how far I'd have had to go to reach the magic 80 mile mark and decided to play it by ear, stopping at one of the towns on the way if need be (I'd already checked to see where hotels might be located). Since the first dozen or so miles of the trail are paved, I made really good time and began thinking hey, maybe I can make it to Cedar Rapids before dark! Then, about half the distance between Gilbretville and Brandon, after crossing a bridge a couple miles south of La Porte City, the pavement ended and I was on gravel again. While the paved section of trail had a fair amount of bicycle traffic, the unpaved section, predictably, was almost empty. I passed one fellow cyclist in the 25 or so miles I rode on the gravel and only saw a few pedestrians walking with their dogs near the trailheads I passed.

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So, I had much of the trail to myself as I contemplated what to do next. Although most of the trail passed through farmland and small agriculturally-oriented villages, there were a few really beautiful marshy areas and some clusters of trees to enjoy. As I approached Urbana, I noticed that my cell phone battery was running low, so I rode up to the Casey's and plugged in while deciding if I wanted to continue riding on the trail, stop at Urbana (even though it was "only" 65 miles or so from home) for the night, or start heading back the way I came. Then, I saw a sign on Iowa 150 reading "Independence 15 [Miles]." I did the math, realized that it was the perfect stopping point because I would not only reach Independence just as darkness swallowed up the landscape but would do so just as I hit the 130 km mark. It didn't hurt, either, that the next day's ride back to Waverly would be shortened substantially by my heading north for those final 15 miles.

Day Two: Independence-Waverly
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I was more than a little worried about the return ride. For one, I had never ridden more than 60 or so miles in a day previously and did not know how my body would respond to the back-to-back days on the road I would be demanding of it. Furthermore, the weather forecast wasn't nearly as optimistic as it was for the day before: rain showers and temperatures south of 50 all day. 

Fortunately, though I was sore, I wasn't anywhere near as stiff or uncomfortable as I had feared might be the case. After breakfast at the motel, I packed up some leftover pizza from the night before, filled up my water bottles, and consulted Google Maps to see what my options would be for the ride home. I knew I could continue up to Oelwein on IA-150, then head west on Route 3, which would take me back to Waverly. Now, while I am not especially fond of riding on roads with 55 miles per hour speed limits, I seriously contemplated taking the route because A) it was pretty straightforward and B) I figured that I would strongly prefer not to ride on gravel in the rain. Ultimately, though, I opted for the shortest route, which would take me through farm country on gravel roads all the way to Dunkerton. I gambled on the rain and, despite a few errant drops here and there, I lucked out and had a dry ride the entire way. It wasn't until I hit East Dunkerton Road (North Nesbit Road was closed for construction north of that road) that I'd be on a paved surface again. Both Dunkerton Road and North Canfield/IA-281 were comparatively free of traffic, which made for a quick and stress-free ride up to the gravel roads that would take me to Readlyn and, ultimately, the Waverly Rail Trail, which would take me home. And, just as I approached Waverly, the rain started, making those first few moments in the warmth of my house after riding 128 miles that much sweeter. 

More Recent Comments - Decrepitude of the Southern Tier

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I have a interest in taking pictures of old homes and buildings. I have saved and fixed up 4 older places with character. I know of several places in the Southern tier, in bad shape with people living in them. Thanks for the pictures. Jim G on DotST is moving...slightly

The "Golden" house in Greene was one I visited many times as a child and teenager. One of my best friends lived in the east wing of the house. We were both budding musicians and we did some of our first recordings in that house, including in an unheated room in the dead of winter. I remember exactly what it looked like. So weird to see it on a webpage like this. It might be significant to note that we are both professional musicians still, 30 years later. on Lansing, Part III

A few weeks ago, I had the opportunity to attend a good friend's dissertation defense. Despite the tremendous anxiety with which he faced his committee and the barrage of pointed questions directed at him, his defense was successful and was declared a Doctor of Philosophy by his advisor. Following a spirited round of applause and after the attendees stopped inundating my friend with celebratory handshakes and pats on the back, the newly-minted Ph.D. expressed a tremendous sense of relief and the sort of joy one would expect following the culmination of so much hard work and dedication.


A week or so later, during one of our telephone conversations, my friend marveled at how his mood, which had so recently been practically ecstatic, had morphed into something far less pleasant. He was, he admitted, depressed. In fact, he likened his sudden, unexpected emotional turn to the post-partum depression some women experience after giving birth. Although he could not see me do so, I nodded. And, boy, did I nod.


I nodded because my friend's comments reminded me of two unrelated conversations I had had over the past few years. The first conversation I recalled was between a friend of mine and myself, a year or so before I completed my own doctoral dissertation. She was employed by Cornell University and worked in one of the school's most well-funded programs. Not surprisingly, she had, in her decade or so of working at one of the top universities in the world, gotten to know a good many brilliant doctoral students who'd written some truly spectacular dissertations. When I expressed the very typical doctoral student desire to just be done with the damn thing already, she drew upon her years of experience among those bright young men and women and told me, in no uncertain terms, to be careful what I wished for.


The second conversation that immediately popped into my mind while chatting with my melancholic friend took place a couple of years after I had completed my dissertation, as I sat around a dinner table with a few fellow professors and reminisced about graduate school. For whatever reason, the conversation turned to research and, in the course of things, we began discussing our respective experiences writing dissertations. I mentioned my old friend's ominous "be careful what you wish for" comment and admitted to having felt depressed after completing what was, essentially, a very successful part of my academic career. Before I could even finish what I started to say, two of my colleagues, suddenly animated by what can only be described as a mingled sense of relief and recognition, offered that they, too, had experienced exactly the same thing. There were tears where they'd expected smiles, oppressive heavy-heartedness where they'd made room for jubilation. In short, there was the same nasty post-doctoral post-partum depression my friend had described to me over the telephone a couple of weeks ago.


So, why do so many academics experience painful depression and sadness when they should, by almost any reasonable person's estimation, feel happiness and relief? Here are a few factors that may explain the phenomenon:


1. The Post-Partum Analogy Might Not Be That Far Off

In "The Author to Her Book," the American poet Anne Bradstreet famously likens a collection of her verse an "ill-form'd" child and faults her own "feeble brain" for causing what she sees as the book's deformities. Many authors, like Bradstreet, have found the work-as-child metaphor to be a satisfying way to describe the relationship between the writer and his or her writing. Indeed, it is not difficult to see why the connection is so appealing. A book, like a child, undeniably begins deep within an individual as an unformed, nebulous thing and grows, over a period of time, into a fuller and fuller being until it is released into the world as an entity separate from the one that nurtured it. The transition from a life organized around the care and cultivation of something to a life in which the individual can no longer provide that entity with the same sort of intimate care to which he or she has grown accustomed can be jarring. It's not a perfect analogy, to be sure, but it does capture the sense of shock an individual must negotiate upon transitioning from one role to another.


2. Identity Crisis

Most Ph.D.s spend a minimum of six years in graduate school, four years as an undergraduate, and thirteen years in K-12. That's twenty-three years in school. Since many (if not most) Ph.D.s take longer than four years to complete their doctorates, you're looking at spending around a quarter of a century in school, at a minimum. Even taking into account the people who take years off between degrees and obtain their doctorates in their forties or fifties, twenty-five years is still a huge chunk of one's life. For someone who completes their dissertation at fifty, one-half of their life has been spent as a student; for someone who completes their doctorate at, say, thirty, 83% of their life has been spent as a student. Think about that for a second. After spending the majority (if not the overwhelming majority) of one's life as a student, that identity can become a pretty major part of a person's self-image. Then, one day, they're no longer a student. Sure, they're still academics and they still do academic stuff, but they're not what they've always been. They're something else: they've gone from being the apprentice to the master.  As I wrote above, transitions can be jarring and the resultant trauma can produce depression.


3. No Excuses

Being a graduate student is often shorthand for living below the poverty line, putting off starting a family, and not having a "real job." Similarly, writing a dissertation can often explain spending a lot of time by oneself, being fascinated with an obscure topic of little interest to others, living a sedentary life, and keeping odd hours. That's all fine and good until you actually finish writing your dissertation and complete your graduate studies. Then you no longer have excuses for being an overweight, poor, lonely, childless person who has never held a real job and eats ramen noodles for dinner at 2:45 in the morning. This is, of course, a caricature, but my point is that many people attribute the aspects of their lives with which they are dissatisfied to their status as underpaid graduate students writing dissertations. The unpleasant realities you could hitherto blame on graduate school emerge as plain old problems you need to address the moment you submit the final draft of your dissertation.


4. The Purposeful Life

Writing a dissertation can give one's life a sense of purpose. You have something you have to do. You have a responsibility, a mission. Then, suddenly, you don't. The sucking void left by your dissertation? Yeah, that's where depression goes until you fill it with something else.

Playlist Theme: 1981: The Year in Swedish Punk*

*I slipped in a track from 1978, too, just for fun. See if you can find it!

The Playlist:

1. Usch, "Röda Rummet" (3:13). Hatlåten
2. The Impressions, "I Want You" (1:47). Drag Utan Drogar II
3. Minx, "Racing" (2:54). Minx
4. Tripple Cripple, "Funbo City Rockers" (2:14). Rensar Stan
5. Badboll, "Badboll Lever" (2:46). Badboll Lever!
6. Attentat, Non Smoking Generation" (2:26). Tatuerade Tårar
7. Tant Brun, "Swärje" (2:45). "Lördkväll" b/w "Swärje"
8. Kåmejnis Kallsonger, "Kriget" (3:00). Extasrock
9. Desperate Livin', "Skär i Mig" (2:50). Stilla Natt
10. Ebba Grön, "Staten & Kapitalet" (5:17). Kärlek Och Uppror
11. Dom Fåglarna, "Pappa Mamma Bilen Och Jag" (3:05). "Pappa Mamma Bilen Och Jag" b/w "Huset där Jag Bor"
12. TBC, "Lill-Babs (Värdens Tråkigaste Kvinna)" (3:14). Musik i Plast
13. Dom Vässade, "Batte" (1:19). Batte
14. Homy Hogs, "Jag Bränner Ut Mig Själv" (1:28). Nöje För Nekrofiler
15. Snagg, "Hjälter" (1:48). Snagg
16. Huvudtvätt, "Ren Lögn" (1:02). Split EP w/ Picnic Boys
17. KSMB, "Sex Noll Två" (6:49). Rika Barn Leka Bäst
18. Trick, "Mörkräd" (2:52). Aktiv PR
19. Lars Langs, "Fritt Land" (2:57). Greatest Hit
20. Missbrukarna, "Du är Inte Du" (1:06). Split w/ Panik
21. Ex Pop, "Galen Militär" (3:39). En Helt Vanlig Man - Bästa Sånger 1981-2005
22. Pink Champagne, "Alternitiva" (3:11). 2
23. Trasta & Superstararna, "All Tänkte Så" (2:19). Du Din Jävla Sopa
24. Slobobans Undergång, "Lammkött" (4:14). "I Nöd & Lust" b/w "Lammkött"
25. Rita Rem, "Nattlig Terror" (2:12). Ut Ur Mörkret
26. ABKK, "Ronny" (2:16). "Ronny" b/w "Mörker"
27. Ebba Grön, "Scheisse" (3:11). 1978-1982
28. Nasty Boys, "Eagle" (3:19). Eagle
29. Sune Studs Och Grönlandsrockarna, "Du är Bevaked" (1:44). Du är Bevaked
30. Kontaktlim, "Lördagsalkoholisten" (2:24). Aktiv PR
31. Svettens Söner, "Fahlmans Fik" (2:54). Fahlmans Fik
32. T.S.T., "Innocent" (2:06). Väktarnasvärld
33. Massmedia, "Ingenting Blir Som Förut" (3:21). Andra Bränder
34. Trogsta Träsk, "Sommarbarn" (1:58). "Pelle i Skogen" b/w "Sommarbarn"
35. Vacum, "Vi Talar Inte Samma Språk" (2:40). Andra Bränder
36. Urban Släke, "Så Jävla Svensk" (3:02). "Så Jävla Svensk" b/w "Magnatens Död"
37. Ebba Grön, "800 ºC" (3:27). Kärlek Och Uppror
38. Usch, "Hatlåten" (2:46). Hatlåten
39. Anti-Cimex, "Svaveldioxid" (0:55). Anarkist Attack
Note: This show was recorded in order to coincide with the 37th anniversary of the Ramones' debut album and was intended to air on 4/25/13. Unfortunately, due to technical difficulties at KPVL, the show did not air as scheduled. It aired one week later.

Playlist Theme: Celebrating the Anniversary of Ramones

The Playlist:

1. Ramones, "Blitzkrieg Bop" (2:13). Ramones
2. Major Accident, "Blitzkrieg Bop" (1:48). The Clockwork Demos
3. Bambis, "Blitzkrieg Bop" (2:59). Play Ramones
4. Die Toten Hosen, "Blitzkrieg Bop" (1:50). Learning English - Lesson One
5. Osaka Popstar, "Blitzkrieg Bop" (2:07). Rock 'Em O-Sock 'Em Live!
6. Huntingtons, "Blitzkrieg Bop" (1:42). 1-2-3-4!: The Complete Early Years Remastered
7. Screeching Weasel, "Blitzkrieg Bop" (1:56). Beat on the Brat
8. Newtown Neurotics, "Blitzkrieg Bop" (2:09). Beggars Can Be Choosers
9. The Casualties, "Blitzkrieg Bop" (1:51). Made in NYC
8. Ramones, "Beat on the Brat" (2:32). Ramones
9. The Vibrators, "Beat on the Brat" (2:24). Punk - The Early Years
10. NoMeansNo, "Beat on the Brat" (4:01). One
11. Screeching Weasel, "Beat on the Brat" (2:10). Beat on the Brat
12. Huntingtons, "Beat on the Brat" (2:10). 1-2-3-4!: The Complete Early Years Remastered
13. Ramones, "Judy is a Punk" (1:32). Ramones
14. The Vandals, "Judy is a Punk" (1:27). BBC Sessions & Other Polished Turds
15. Screeching Weasel, "Judy is a Punk" (1:22). Kill the Musicians
16. Parasites, "Judy is a Punk" (1:18). It's Alive
17. Ramones, "I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend" (2:17). Ramones
18. Screeching Weasel, "I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend" (2:22). Beat on the Brat
19. The Candy Snatchers, "I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend" (2:45). Pissed Off, Ripped Off, Screwed: The First Two Years
20. Ramones, "Chain Saw" (1:56). Ramones
21. Screeching Weasel, "Chainsaw" (1:57). Kill the Musicians
22. Ramones, "Now I Wanna Sniff Some Glue" (1:36). Ramones
23. Screeching Weasel, "Now I Wanna Sniff Some Glue" (1:25). Beat on the Brat
24. The Mormones, "Now I Wanna Sniff Some Glue" (1:30). Leaving Home - A Norwegian Tribute to the Ramones
25. Alternative TV, "Now I Wanna Sniff Some Glue" (1:42). In Control
26. Ramones, "I Don't Wanna Go Down to the Basement" (2:37). Ramones
27. The Humps, "I Don't Wanna Go Down to the Basement" (2:36). Leaving Home - A Norwegian Tribute to the Ramones
28. Flesheaters, "I Don't Wanna Go Down to the Basement" (4:41). Gabba Gabba Hey
29. Ramones, "Loudmouth" (2:15). Ramones
30. The Gimmies, "Loudmouth" (1:57). Do You Remember Rock 'N' Roll High School? ~ Adios Joey Ramone!!~
31. Screeching Weasel, "Loudmouth" (1:53). Beat on the Brat
32. Sonic Youth, "Loudmouth" (Live) (2:02). Hold That Tiger (Live)
33. Ramones, "Havana Affair" (1:57). Ramones
34. Bullet Treatment, "Havana Affair" (1:30). What Else Could You Want
35. The Manges, "Havana Affair" (1:55). Rocket to You: The Best and More 93-03
36. Screeching Weasel, "Havana Affair" (1:39). Kill the Musicians
37. Ramones, "Listen to My Heart" (1:58). Ramones
38. Parasites, "Listen to My Heart" (1:33). It's Alive
39. Screeching Weasel, "Listen to My Heart" (1:41). Beat on the Brat
40. Ramones, "53rd & 3rd" (2:21). Ramones
41. River City Rebels, "53rd & 3rd" (1:46). Playin' to Live, Livin' to Play
42. Screeching Weasel, "53rd & 3rd" (2:13). Beat on the Brat
43. Creamers, "53rd & 3rd" (1:46). Gabba Gabba Hey
44. Jet Boys, "53rd & 3rd" (1:52). Do You Remember Rock 'N' Roll High School? ~ Adios Joey Ramone!!~
45. Ramones, "Let's Dance" (1:52). Ramones
46. Screeching Weasel, "Let's Dance" (1:40). Beat on the Brat
47. Ramones, "I Don't Wanna Walk Around With You" (1:43). Ramones
48. Screeching Weasel, "I Don't Wanna Walk Around With You" (1:29). Beat on the Brat
49. Parasites, "I Don't Wanna Walk Around With You" (1:22). It's Alive
50. Huntingtons, "I Don't Wanna Walk Around With You" (1:39). File Under Ramones
51. Ramones, "Today Your Love, Tomorrow The World" (2:10). Ramones
52. Screeching Weasel, "Today Your Love, Tomorrow The World" (1:54). Beat on the Brat
53. Huntingtons, "Today Your Love, Tomorrow The World" (2:01). File Under Ramones
Playlist Theme: Wisconsin Punk of the 1990s

The Playlist:

1. Bound to One, "Established (Everything Sucks Today)" (2:19). Established 1993 - The Complete Discography
2. The Shrubbers, "Nine Years" (2:33). Bomb Threat
3. Quencher, "Radio Carbon Dated" (3:59). Soda Pop Drunk
4. Spank, "How Long Can I Go" (3:00). 4 Song EP
5. Slurr, "I Remember You" (4:42). So Easily Fooled
6. The Spektators, "Life Story" (2:32). This Might Be Satire
7. Secret 7, "Space Chicken" (1:53). I Guess This is Goodbye
8. Mas Fina, "El Haj" (2:49). New Electric Living
9. Alligator Gun, "Curfew" (2:37). Superhero
10. Deliriants, "Fish Box" (2:21). Fish Box
11. Seven Days of Samsara, "Bury Your Head" (3:27). ...A Reason To Sing...
12. URBN DK, "Wax" (0:58). Will E. Survive...? Yes E. Will!
13. Straight Forward, "Time Aside" (2:36). Educationfromtheunderground
14. Eracism, "Militia Madness" (1:56). What a Shame
15. Bitchslap, "Inkorekt Spelling" (2:28). Illegal Use of Your Future
16. The Invaders, "Parking Violation" (2:47). Brewtown Ska: We've Come For Your Beer
17. Little Elvis, "A Place Where a Man can Be Free" (3:47). Rock 'n' Roll Riot
18. 10-96, "Too Much Confusion" (2:08). No Retreat
19. Tralfez, "Judging is Not The Answer" (2:45). Discography
20. Prisoners of..., "Scene 34" (3:40). 7 inch (+3)
21. Soulstorm, "Discouraging Words" (2:01). Balance of Life
22. Smitty, "Kept Inside" (4:20). Smitty
23. Animal Farm, "Ween" (3:36). You Cannot Call This Peace
24. The Service, "Young And Strong" (2:42). Young and Strong
25. Quazi Stellar, "Feelings and Stupid People" (2:54). Turn Off The Radio
26. Dick Tater, "Run After the Weirdos" (2:47). Dick Tater
27. LSD, "Cant Speak for Me" (1:42). Lack of Social Decency
28. Dukes of Had It, "Six Packs of Panic" (1:17). Demo
29. The Pacers, "Pacin' Around the Clock" (3:04). Strictly for Lovers
30. Die Kreizen, "Big Bad Days" (3:59). Cement
31. One Day Away, "New World" (1:50). Hope For Us
32. Kubiak, "Anal Beard" (1:56). 1997 Demo
33. Boris the Sprinkler, "Kill the Ramones" (2:21). Mega Anal!
34. Einheriar, "Choose Your Side" (2:02). Demo
35. Evel, "Interceptor" (2:39). Lucky Man
36. Aphrodisiac, "Get Drunk With Me" (1:41). S & M Love Songs
37. Trolley, "All I Wanna Do (Is Put a Gun to You)." (2:47). Put a Gun to You 7"
38. Yesmen, "Looking Back" (2:27). Superball: A Compilation
39. Brutal Youth, "John" (1:30). No End
40. Demise, "Great Expectations" (2:32). All of This for Nothing
41. Subside, "Daddy's Little Girl" (1:58). Red Demo
42. Benjamins, "Clover" (2:43). Bordering On Boredom
Note: After April 1, 2013, The Cellar became a two-hour program, moving from Tuesday afternoons at 4:00 to Thursday evenings at 10:00. The following playlist was recorded for the 4/4/13 show, but due to technical difficulties at KPVL, the show did not air until the following week, on 4/11/13.

Playlist Theme: None

The Playlist:

1. The Dead Milkmen, "Beach Party Vietnam" (1:47). Death Rides a Pale Cow: The Ultimate Collection
2. Against Me!, "From Her Lips to God's Ears (The Energizer)" (2:35). Searching For a Former Clarity
3. Weston, "Just Like Kurt" (2:39). A Real-Life Story of Teenage Rebellion
4. Adhesive, "Scottie" (2:19). Sideburner
5. The Distillers, "Dismantle Me" (2:27). Coral Fang
6. The Kids, "This Is Rock 'N Roll" (2:36). The Kids
7. U. K. Subs, "Party in Paris" (2:540. Party in Paris 7"
8. The Melvins & Jello Biafra, "Kali-fornia Über Alles 21st Century" (3:19). Seig Howdy!
9. The Damned, "Thanks for the Night" (3:58). The Best of the Damned
10. Black Flag, "Loose Nut" (4:36). Loose Nut
11. The Cramps, "I Ain't Nuthin' But a Gorehound" (3:02). I Ain't Nothin' But a Gorehound
12. The Misfits, "Hybrid Moments" (1:42). Static Age
13. Flipper, "Life" (4:43). Generic Flipper
14. D.O.A., "I Played the Fool" (2:15). 13 Flavours of Doom
15. Silla Eléctrica, "Cloaca" (1:15). Cloaca
16. Charta 77, "Mitt Kors" (3;17). Definitivt 50 Spänn 6
17. Lemuria, "Yesterday's Lunch" (3:20). Get Better
18. Dead Kennedys, "Holiday in Cambodia" (4:33). Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables
19. Butt Trumpet, "I'm Ugly and I Don't Know Why" (3;13). Primative Enema
20. The Mansfields, "This City Kills" (2:17). Barfights & Brokenhearts
21. Adicts, "Straight Jacket" (2:12). Made in England
22. Descendents, "'Merican" (1:51). Cool to Be You
23. Bad Brains, "Pay to Cum" (1:32). Pay to Cum! 7"
24. The Jam, "Away From the Numbers" (4:03). In the City
25. Tin Pot Operation, "Tell the Kids" (3:25). Human Resources
26. Bad Religion, "Flat Earth Society" (2:24). Against the Grain
27. T.S.O.L., "Code Blue" (2:09). Dance With Me
28. The Keep Aways, "File It Away" (2:30). The Keep Aways
29. The Strike, "Kicking Ass" (2:59). A Conscience Left to Struggle with Pockets Full of Rust
30. Dead Boys, "All This And More" (2:51). Young Loud And Snotty
31. Screeching Weasel, "Message in a Beer Bottle" (1:31). Teen Punks in Heat
32. Riot Squad (South Africa), "Capital Investment" (2:13). Total Onslaught
33. Third World Chaos, "We Are The One" (3:13). Made in the Philippines
34. Sex Pistols, "Schools Are Prisons" (3:28). Pirates of Destiny
35. Sham 69, "Borstal Breakout" (2:08). "Borstal Breakout" b/w "If the Kids are United"
36. Social Distortion, "Reach for the Sky" (3:32). Sex, Love and Rock 'n' Roll
37. Crass, "Do They Owe Us a Living?" (1:25). The Feeding of the 5000
38. The Middle Class, "Situations" (1:46). Out of Vogue
39. 999, "Homicide (Live)" (4:09). The Biggest Tour in Sport / The Biggest Prize in Sport
40. L.E.S. Stitches, "NYC is Dead" (3:19). Staja98L.E.S.
Playlist Theme: New York City Hardcore

The Playlist:

1. Reagan Youth, "It's a Beautiful Day" (3:53). A Collection of Pop Classics
2. Murphy's Law, "Drinking & Driving" (3:11). Punk & Oi Soccer Anthems
3. Sheer Terror, "I, Spoiler" (2:02). Ugly and Proud
4. Urban Waste, "Public Opinion" (2:35). Urban Waste
5. Cro-Mags, "Malfunction" (3:44). Before the Quarrel
6. Agnostic Front, "Gotta Go" (3:35). Something's Gotta Give
7. Underdog, "Back to Back" (2:50). Matchless
8. Kraut, "Unemployed" (2:22). Complete Studio Recordings 1981-1986
9. Sick of It All, "Injustice System!" (2:21). Blood, Sweat and No Tears
10. Outburst, "The Hard Way" (2:40). NYHC: Where the Wild Things Are
11. Gorilla Biscuits, "Start Today" (2:04). Start Today
12. Warzone, "The Sound of Revolution" (3:15). The Victory Years
13. Born Against, "Nine Years Later" (2:22). Nine Patriotic Hymns for Children
14. CIV, "Can't Wait One Minute More" (2:32). Solid Bond: The Complete Discography
15. Shelter, "Turn It Around" (3:32). Perfection of Desire
16. Skarhead, "T.C.O.B." (2:34). Kings At Crime
17. Madball, "Set It Off" (3:22). The Best of Madball
18. Bold, "Running Like Thieves" (3:21). The Search: 1985-1989
19. Subzero. "Boxed In" (2:50). Happiness Without Peace
Playlist Theme: Hüsker Dü

The Playlist:

1. Hüsker Dü, "In A Free Land" (2:53). Everything Falls Apart And More
2. Hüsker Dü, "Real World" (2:29), Metal Circus
3. Hüsker Dü, "First of the Last Calls" (2:46). Metal Circus
4. Hüsker Dü, "Eight Miles High" (3:52). Eight Miles High
5. Hüsker Dü, "Something I Learned Today" (2:03). Zen Arcade
6. Hüsker Dü, "Chartered Trips" (3:39). Zen Arcade
7. Hüsker Dü, "Pink Turns to Blue" (2:43). Zen Arcade
8. Hüsker Dü, "New Day Rising" (2:36). New Day Rising
9. Hüsker Dü, "Folk Lore" (1:36). New Day Rising
10. Hüsker Dü, "Celebrated Summer" (4:03). New Day Rising
11. Hüsker Dü, "Terms of Psychic Warfare" (2:19). New Day Rising
12. Hüsker Dü, "59 Times the Pain" (3:16). New Day Rising
13. Hüsker Dü, "Flip Your Wig" (2:35). Flip Your Wig
14. Hüsker Dü, "Green Eyes" (3:02). Flip Your Wig
15. Hüsker Dü, "Divide and Conquer" (3:47). Flip Your Wig
16. Hüsker Dü, "Don't Want to Know if You Are Lonely" (3:32). Candy Apple Grey
17. Hüsker Dü, "These Important Years" (3:51). Warehouse: Songs and Stories
18. Hüsker Dü, "Standing in the Rain" (3:48). Warehouse: Songs and Stories

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