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Rip It Up!

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Parent Issue
Day
28
Month
May
Year
1969
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RIP IT UP!

NOTE: The following is directed to all of the people who pay $5.00 every week-end to Russ Gibb and then claim to be revolutionary, who talk revolution and then go home to Southfield, or Birmingham and live off of their parents.

Dear Reader:

When the MC-5 recorded the album at the Grande, how many of you were out in the audience cheering when Brother J.C. Crawford said, "This is the high society"? Do you really consider yourself part of the society? Can you in good conscience call yourself part of the revolutionary movement, when you contribute to a capitalistic society by handing "Uncle" (Ed. Note: He sure as hell isn't a brother) Russ four, five and (probably in the future) up to ten dollars.

The weekend the Who were in town, I met a dude in front of the ballroom at approximately 8:30. He was beIng subjected to some bullshit hassle by one of the rent-a-pigs. I watched the injustice being run to this guy and then he just walked away. I stopped him and asked him what was going down. He said the pig had pulled him out of the lounge outside of the girls john. Now none of the girls in the john were uptight about this dude being in there. I mean, he wasn't in there trying to catch beavershots, or smell the toilet seats, or any perverted thing like this. The dude was just sitting in there shooting the shit with some chick. The rent-a-pig threw him out. Not out of the John, out of the Ballroom! This dude had paid fIve bucks to hear music and he lost his money and didn't hear one fucking note!!

When myself and some members of the staff tried to gain entrance to the Ballroom for purposes of writing one of our killer reviews we were subjected to an irrepresible hassle by one of the head hogs. The chomp dog was foaming at the mouth and creating more of a disturbance than any of us. MeanwhIle, all of you assholes kids were waiting out front in line (like sheep to the slaughter) to hand Mr. Russel Gibb your money and just looking on. Fuck you!

You are the revolutionaries? You're all as apathetic as the dude who lost his 5 dolars! You are so untogether you're actually worse than the honkies that suck the money from you. YOUR ASSES, suburban freaks BE COMMITTED! Get off the middle of the fence and, if you have half a brain, you'll jump to the LEFT.

The Editors of this paper wish to make it clear that they are in full support of the above.

The same night as the above shit went down, Ken, Connie and Dave from this paper were refused admittance and thrown out of the ballroom for trying to pass out copies of Ann Arbor ARGUS. Then the kids couldn't understand why they were FREE! Well, holy fucking Christ, if you can 't dig on FREEEEEEEE then you ain't deserving of the name "freak". If any of you kids are able to justify your silly shit I'd like to see a letter from you. If not, stay out of our way cause we've got work to get done. And FUCK YOU until you get together and RIP IT UP.

NEWS EDITOR