Why is it always time to kick out the jams? Why can't we kick out the sweet five-part harmonies, or kick out the early morning weepies? Or kick out the rambling soliloquy about finding oneself?

Oh sure, Jams - you're the "It" rhythm NOW, but I've been around the block, Jams, and your time is gonna come. OH YES! Your time will come...

I was totally unprepared for my first exposure to MC5.

I was eight, and a friend of mine dubbed They Might Be Giants' "Miscellaneous T" b-side collection for me. Tapes were still pretty short in those days, so she timed out what would go on side one, waited, then flipped it and unpaused the CD to finish. However, the CD was in a five CD changer, so after the last song of the album, it immediately went to the next album and started dubbing that. That album was Kick Out The Jams.

So, yeah, I'd say that was the beginning of something wonderful right there. Thanks for the post Jon.

Detroit punk, baby! I love Iggy, but these guys predate even the Stooges and have pretty much set the blueprint for all of the best punk, metal and hard rock to come down the pike since.

Shit, I thought it was Cole Porter that set the stage for Slayer. I can definitely hear the Cole Porter in these fine lads' melodies, though!

srsly, thanks for diverting me. I'd loved the MC5 since I was a teen hungry for music that wasn't on the radio, and never thought to youtube them.