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This disc features
36 tracks and 72 minutes of the most caustic dialogue and vitriolic abuse
that you have ever had the pleasure of hearing. A best-of collection culled
from over 15 hours of raw recordings. This disc has been featured in profiles
in Vanity Fair, Spin, The Los Angeles Times, The Washington Post, The
Rolling Stone, NPR, and many other fucking places. The CD features extensive
liner notes, an expanded eight-page full color booklet featuring photographs
of Raymond and Peter, and several spirited comic illustrations of the
two booze-swilling bastards by M. Flinn. The Shut Up Little Man CD itself
features disc art by the great Dan Clowes.
($15.00 each, postage-paid)
These are the recordings in their glorious unexpurgated form, as they
originally circulated on the subterranean tape-trading network. The tapes
are superior in that one gets a sense of the putrid flow of an evening
with Peter and Raymond, the rugged rhythms, the snowballing aggression,
and the volcanic eruptions of a full night of fighting, screaming, drinking,
and beating. Each volume is different than the others and jammed with
90 minutes of Pete & Ray rants with great one-liners not found on the
CD. Please note: the recordings were not made in an expensive recording
studio by sober trained professionals and therefore feature idiosyncratic
ruptures and general audio wierdness.
($7.00 each, postage-paid. Specify volume).
Volume I: Early Routines This is the earliest collection of Peter and Ray rants and it is a classic. This was made just after our fear subsided and before we threw down the seven or eight bucks for a "professional" mic at Radio Shack for those crisp later recordings. Peter badgers Ray by calling him a series of feminine names "Okay, Julie. Okay, Mabel. Okay, Alice. Sally June Abigail May, this is just to much!" Ray raves about how much he loves Tony. Side B: Peter is really smashed and equally as annoying with his unending taunts of "Shut Up Little Man" and his threatening to beat Ray up, but honestly. Tony freaks out and tells Pete and Ray that he could hear them 'hollerin' all the way down the next block' and tells them that if it continues he is 'going to beat both their asses.' A popular one.
Volume II: In the Spirit of Thanksgiving Side A: This tape begins when wide-eyed Eddie Lee visits Raymond with two 40-ouncers for Thanksgiving. Ray, covered with his own vomit (long since dried on his flannel shirt), refuses. Mitchell D. employs a little telecommunications terrorism by calling Ray and getting in an argument with him about Tony being queer. Ray cooks up some corned beef hash and begins a drawn-out mumbling soliloquy on being a killer, loving dogs, and hating queers. Side B: More Ray in a fierce belligerent drunken rage. ("If you wanna talk to me, then shut your fuckin' mouth"). Prank call from the Nova Express Times, surveying Raymond on alcoholism (Ray: "I have been drinking for forty, no fifty fuckin' years!")
Volume III: You Think Your Mother and Father Were a Couple of Boys? Amazing. Frightening. Pathetic. Definitely sick. This is Ray's timeless and insidious address on Homosexuality ("goddamn fuckin' queer cocksuckers"), securing him a place in the annals of Evil ("I think the world would be better off, if we kill all the fucking queer."). Ray prepares to go into the hospital, and fearing being ripped off by Peter while away, he confusdely discusses what will happen when he gets out of the hospital: "When I get outta there, I'm gonna tear the place apart." "When I get outta there, I'm gonna get me a fuckin' job." "When I get outta there, I'm gonna be a mean motherfucker!" "When I get outta there, I am gonna dance a fucking. . . I know how to tap-dance!" Also, the discussion, er argument, concerning their involvement in the armed forces (Peter: "What did you do during the war?" Ray: "You cocksucker, I was wounded three times." Peter: "Uh, yeah, you were probably wounded when you fell on your bayonet cuz you were drunk!"). Tony discusses 'them potheads,' and how weed 'makes 'em hungry!'
Volume IV: A Night in the "Stony Lonesome" Peter is at his drunkest, having spent most of the evening in the drunk tank in his bathrobe. He is ready for war. Peter and Raymond fight over the vodka and the wine, which Ray has evidently emptied down his unquenchable booze-thirsty gullet. The SFPD arrive again. The cops, looking around the apartment, ask Peter: "When are you gonna clean this shit-hole up?" Ray claims that the officer ("that Spanish feller") threatened to set his hair on fire. Peter continually begs Ray to call the police on him one more time with the repeated refrain "Where are the police?" Ray, fearing his life ("I wouldn't dare go to sleep, because you'll kill me"), finally acquiesces and calls the police. The SFPD arrives again. Peter returns in a fucking rage. More fights over the vodka that Peter admits to marking. Peter and Raymond discuss the history of their, er, friendship (Peter: "You only came up to my place to get free booze!" Ray: "Damn right! Free fucking booze is hard for a man to pass up!") Volume V: The Monthly Altercation Side A: Peter is furious that Ardell [Mitchell D.] is calling, asking for Tony. Peter reveals that he is a bit jealous of Ray and Tony's friendship ("I don't like this cuteness. If you are in love with him, go live with him.") Tony recounts his day as a house-painter in the idiom of southern white trash. The boys share a rare and brief moment of light-hearted chatter over beers. Then, the monthly altercation erupts over rent. Side B: Ray on a drunken diatribe just prior to his hospitalization. The little man is absolutely unhinged and threatens repeatedly to kill. A particularly brutal interaction eventually escalates into an audible physical exchange of blows, broken up by Tony. Ray threatens Eddie Lee: "Come on knock on my door, I'll knock on your head. Sum bitch thinks he's smarter 'an everybody else." The tape cuts to an evening where Peter (again) returns from the drunk tank. He screeches and raves about everything until Ray has to call the police. Peter gets on the line, telling the cops: "I would like Raymond picked up as a drunk and a nuisance to my community!" The SFPD arrives.
Volume V: The Monthly Altercation Side A: Peter is furious that Ardell [Mitchell D.] is calling, asking for Tony. Peter reveals that he is a bit jealous of Ray and Tony's friendship ("I don't like this cuteness. If you are in love with him, go live with him.") Tony recounts his day as a house-painter in the idiom of southern white trash. The boys share a rare and brief moment of light-hearted chatter over beers. Then, the monthly altercation erupts over rent. Side B: Ray on a drunken diatribe just prior to his hospitalization. The little man is absolutely unhinged and threatens repeatedly to kill. A particularly brutal interaction eventually escalates into an audible physical exchange of blows, broken up by Tony. Ray threatens Eddie Lee: "Come on knock on my door, I'll knock on your head. Sum bitch thinks he's smarter 'an everybody else." The tape cuts to an evening where Peter (again) returns from the drunk tank. He screeches and raves about everything until Ray has to call the police. Peter gets on the line, telling the cops: "I would like Raymond picked up as a drunk and a nuisance to my community!" The SFPD arrives.
This cassette interview, conducted by a brave and obsessive young man
for New Zealand Radio, features a frightful and fascinating insight into
the marred consciousness of Peter and Tony. This tape is at least as funny,
disturbing, and good as the original recordings. Highlights: Peter maps
out Raymond's biography in a mocking manner ("he was a deputy sheriff
carrying a gun at the age of 14"). Tony fondly reminisces about beating
Ray and putting him into the hospital ("I beat his ass more than once!").
Peter discusses his life as an advertising executive. The interviewer
discusses 'wounds on the wall' where Peter and Raymond had damaged the
building while fighting. Peter tells the interviewer to drink up: "Come
on. We gotta get drunk, so we can do it again!" Chewy the dog attacks
Peter.
($7.00 each, postage-paid)
This interview is a more disturbing affair. It features a weary and worn-down
Peter months after he was nearly beaten to death by Tony. Peter discusses
his beating at the hands of Tony, chronicles his depressions, opines on
the San Francisco gay scene, and asks the young male interviewers if they
want to have an orgy with him. The slum landlord arrives and, predictably,
Peter bites her head off.
($7.00 each, postage-paid)
Yes, we know it is morbid. These documents, attained by a fan that works
for the State of California, reveal the medical state of Peter and Raymond,
and crudely demonstrate the effects of 50 years of hard liquor, chain-smoking,
corned beef hash, and regular beatings do to the human body. Finally,
these boys can rest in peace on your refrigerator door.
($3.00 for the pair, postage-paid)
We are actually proud of this piece of merchandise. The result of two
years of writing and designing, the Shut Up Little Man comic book features
stories, fairy tales, and actual anecdotes of living next door and interacting
with Raymond and Peter by next door neighbor and 'skinny cocksucker,'
Eddie Lee Sausage. Our favorite sick fucker comic artist, Ivan Brunetti
(of Fantagraphics' Schizo infamy) illustrates Eddie Lee's Thanksgiving
day adventure, when Eddie drank some liquid courage and visited Ray with
two forty ouncers of Bud in an attempt to make some peace, only to be
horrified by the interior of Pete and Ray's apartment. The inimitable
Dame Darcy (of Fantagraphics' Meat Cake) envisions the Pete and Ray saga
as a wistful fairy tale, so appropriate to her whimsical magical realist
style. Rich McMurry illustrates a crude three-hour boozefest that took
place between Peter, Eddie Lee, and Mitchell D in a nasty Tenderloin dive,
wherein Peter obsessed about giving Eddie Lee and Mitchell blowjobs. M.
Flinn applies his graphic genius to three different tales: the day Ray
wobbled down to Walgreen's to get some more fuckin' booze at Walgreen's
and got his picture taken, the night that Pete and Ray passed out with
a pizza in the oven, and "The Afterlife," a fanciful tale of how increasingly
infernal Hell became with the arrival of both Peter and Raymond. The comic
is printed with a full-color glossy cover and on high quality stock. No
cheap newsprint shit!
($7.50 with postage)
Click on the shirt for a larger view
These shirts get people to buy lots of drinks for you, according to several
satisfied fans, who have written drunken notes to us on cocktail napkins.
As Tony would put it: "The sum bitches look beautiful." These shirts,
designed by Fantagraphics' artist, Triangle Slash, are printed black on
a white heavyweight pre-shrunk high quality t-shirt. If you don't want
somebody to buy lots of hooch for you, you can do what Ray would do: don
the shirt, drink some cheap booze, puke all over yourself, let the vomit
dry, refuse to change the shirt, and stand in your living room bellowing:
"I am the human race!" SIZE: XL only.
($14.00 each with shipping)
These cocksuckers are printed in midnight blue on a light blue weatherproof
background. They measure approximately 2" by 11" (about the size of a
bottle of wine). You have two choices: There is the stately, prim, and
genteel: "Shut Up Little Man!" featuring a little comic depiction of the
boys hollerin'. Or the down-home, heart-felt, and earnestly stated: "I
want you to stop. . . STEALING MY VODKA!" featuring a little cartoon bottle
of sauce.
($2.00 each, postage paid)
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order made out to "El Guerrero" to: Shut Up Little Man / PO Box 292053
/ Kettering, OH / 45429-0053. Please allow three weeks for delivery.
If you have any questions about your order, write to us.
(Note: Do not
be confused. The above PO Box address in Ohio is the permanent and always
operative mailing address for Shut Up Little Man. You may have received
Shut Up Little Man mail from or have sent mail to the Oblivion PO Box
in Seattle. This too is operative, but only temporarily)
Please forward any questions to the address above or e-mail leesausage@aol.com