Duff McKagan’s column runs every Thursday on Reverb. He writes about what music is circulating through his space every Monday.One of the first punk 7″ singles that I bought at Cellophane Square down on the Ave. (until I figured out how to steal them) was “California Uber Alles” by the Dead Kennedys. I’m not quite sure what the B-side was (“Kill the Poor,” maybe?), and it didn’t matter. I was transfixed.Old fucks like me who were around back in the day these records came out will probably agree that all this stuff was just so fresh and new and fucking dangerous. I was way too young to get the cynicism and wit of Jello Biafra’s lyrics, but as I grew up his words and wit began to unveil themselves to me . . . which was kind of cool.One of my favorite rock-‘n’-roll memories is of an after-party during the DKs’ first visit to Seattle. Recognize that bands like this for me–these actual guys being at a party in the SAME HOUSE that I was in–was like being in the presence of Led Zeppelin or KISS.The party-giver thought he would ingratiate himself with the band members by playing their record. The next thing I saw was bass player Klaus Flouride pulling out his dick and urinating right on the record player, screaming “Don’t you think I have already heard this enough times?”Ah, the good old days.”California Uber Alles,” on Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables: The ultimate American punk-rock song. Period.”Stealing People’s Mail,” FFFRV: I do believe that this song, and the DKs in general, had a huge influence on Jane’s Addiction. Both of these prior points are way good things.”Forward to Death,” FFFRV: Yeah, the lost art of a great intro. Cynicism and a sense of humor toward some dark and twisted issues. Got to love the Dead Kennedys!