There Goes The Neighborhood

In the news from yesterday, another mass shooting at a school, 17 dead so far, more thoughts and prayers. Lots of opinions floating around these shootings that apparently happen every 60 hours in this country now, but I don’t give a shit about the opinions of anyone except those of the loved ones left mourn.  I will offer my own opinion of course. A large number gun people are fucking cowards, Mr. Jones in Friday had THIS to say, but then again not everybody is playing by the same rules…

My old friend Ramie dropped me a line and asked me my thoughts on this article about the nazis in the 80s LA punk scene. My first thought was “rat pack”. These guys thrived on superior numbers, just like any gang, and you wouldn’t hear a peep out of them when there was one or two at show, but when you get 10-20, all of a sudden they’re brave. People quickly figured out that fact and used the same tactic to keep the peace. I remember one show at the Olympic, English Dogs in ’86, there was shit ton of fighting going on, the only time there was a pause in it was when Youth Brigade played Sink With California. My close group of punk friends, there was five of us, met up with a small group of racist skins camping back in high school. They were pretty harmless and very stupid, we ended up partying with them, and listening to them try to rationalize their point of view. They were of course passive because there wasn’t 20 of them and 5 of us. I was more nervous about the fact that one of the skinhead chicks was sweet on me…hahahaah. The Specials song Racist Friend is a good statement about how I feel about natzees…

Coincidentally my pal Jay turned me onto this tune by Body Count…

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a message…

Wandering through cyberspace, seemingly without purpose, but it’s all about the music. Don’t remember where I started but this is where I ended up. Sunday night, not feeling groovy, it’s not blustery out like it was yesterday, only a Pooh could be jolly on a day like that. Speaking of jolly, something I have never been accused of being, when I was a drunk I got close, but I was more of a buffoon (seriously pathetic…no amount of 12 steppin’ rehabs and detox centers could help me, it was THAT realization, knowing I was a buffoon that motivated me to get off the hooch). I like jolly, I have a jolly mask that I take with me to work every morning, but rarely do I come home with it on. The struggle is real brothers and sisters…hahaha…sad or mad!

So this is where I ended up this evening (the legendary Rico Rodriguez on Trambone baby). Listening to the tune made me miss old friends and even ex-friends (after all it’s probably my own doing that made it that way). Good times and here’s to good times in the future for all of you…

Stop your messing around (ah-ah-ah)
Better think of your future (ah-ah-ah)
Time you straighten right out (ah-ah-ah)
Creating problems in town (ah-ah-ah)
Rudy
A message to you, Rudy
A message to you
Stop your fooling around (ah-ah-ah)
Time you straighten right out (ah-ah-ah)
Better think of your future (ah-ah-ah)
Else you’ll wind up in jail (ah-ah-ah)
Rudy
A message to you, Rudy
A message to you
Stop your messing around (ah-ah-ah)
Better think of your future (ah-ah-ah)
Time you straighten right out (ah-ah-ah)
Creating problems in town (ah-ah-ah)
Rudy
A message to you, Rudy
A message to you, Rudy
Oh, it’s a message to you, Rudy
Yeah, it’s a message to you, Rudy

RIP Lux Interior…

…nine years ago today. Didn’t realize he was two years older than my Mom, and don’t know if I ever sprung the Cramps on my Moms, I’d say it’s a 50/50 as to whether it was a love or hate thing. They were one of those many bands that my elementary school pal Alexander Wallace IV (rumored to be RIP, don’t know but sure would love to catch up with him) turned me onto when we were 9 or 10. God, thinking back he changed my life the likes of the Cramps, the Ramones, The Germs, Bowie, etc. (and Jazz Fusion of all things). A couple years later, in the Decline of Western Civilization, I can visualize this guy talking on the street out in the front of a club, saying that the Cramps had sold out (just spent the last hour trying to find a clip of the dude from the movie…oh well). Featured a little about the band and whatnot in these posts HERE, HERE, and HERE (and many more mentions, in the last 10 years here).  Henry Rollins has some recollections of Mr. Interior…

if I could add something to Lux’s many accomplishments and his character it would be his taste in women…I have never lusted after Poison Ivy or wondered what she looked like naked, but I find her beautifully exotic and an amazing showperson…

But this was about Lux, so let’s finish it with a couple of live tunes I found, where else but on fucking youtube.  I miss the days of being able to post shit just so it’s out there, because no one would know it exists any other way, so we are relegated to serve the corporate giants…


That vid was uploaded a while ago and in the comments the guy who recorded it back in ’81 make it clear that it is his vid and has nothing to do with the uploader, and it surprised me that it had not been taken down…300K+ views and all. Turns out the videographer,  Paul Tschinkelhas another tune from the same set…

Just on a side note here’s another person’s upload of that show, a little busy with the subterfuge, not enough live footage, but still interestingly invaluable…

…random winter wingdings

Asked my wife to take a picture of me since these days they’re few and far between.  I’m usually the one snapping shots of family, friends, outings and whatnot.  Not too shabby for 49 years of sometimes very hard living. Feeling my years tonight, physically and spiritually, but regardless, feeling alright in general. Despite everything, it’s still Friday night, you know what I mean. Went to our local high school’s basketball game about an hour away in the metropolis of I-70s Colby (mother fucking Kansas baby). We lost the game but I enjoyed it as I’ve watched some of these guys grow up in the last 4 years of doing exchange students. It’s funny because I am mostly quiet, but nice to everyone (all the fucking time, because that’s the person I want to be). Somehow from week to week though and over the years, people go back and forth between being cool or being standoffish. Absolutely nothing has changed on my part. Curious at best, not really worth my time and certainly not going to change who I am, we’re not playing this game by the same rules…hahahah, not by a long shot.

So, like I said, “I feel alright” and automatically you think of the Stooges 1970 don’t you? In looking for a live vid of that tune, it’s sad to realize that there are no good live recordings of the band from those early days…
Out of my mind on saturday night
Ninteen-seventy rollin’ in sight
Radio burnin’ up above
Beautiful baby, feed my love all night
Till I blow away
All night
Till I blow away
I feel alright, I feel alright
Whoo
Baby oh baby, burn my heart
Baby oh baby, burn my heart
Fall apart baby, fall apart
Baby oh baby, burn my heart all night
Till I blow away
All night
Till I blow away
I feel alright
I feel alright
Feel alright
Feel alright
Feel alright
Whoo
Out of my mind on saturday night
Ninteen-seventy rollin’ in sight
Radio burnin’ up above
Beautiful baby, feed my love all night
Till I blow away
All night
Till I blow away
I feel alright, I feel alright
I feel alright
I feel alright, I feel alright
I feel alright, feel alright
I feel alright
I feel alright
Well, I feel alright
I feel…

Thank God people had the foresight to record the MC5 on a few occasions…

Got this pic from a sight called Klyker, not sure if it’s click bait or what but it does appear to have Russian ties (hahahah). I thoroughly enjoyed their Copyright Infringement Notice, it puts the burden on these idiots who are copyright happy (there’s forms to fill out and shit) and make it clear that Klyker will come after people making false copyright claims. My own disclaimer to that statement is that there are folks who genuinely deserve to make a living off their art and to do so is a noble effort. The site also reminded me that facial tattoos are not me, I’m not that guy, but to each his own, you’re cool to me I’m cool to you. Long story about getting this image, when all I did was a search for vintage photographs since I was fixing to talk about my Grandpa and my Gramps is definitely “vintage”…

Well, it’s after midnight, not Friday night anymore, and I don’t think I’m even half way done with feelin’ alright. Grandpa is out of the hospital, doing well and very happy that the PA that they had working for him has agreed to go to 6 hours a day, 7 days a week. Dude was taking care of his wife who is barely able to use a walker, while he himself uses a walker. I’ve met the PA on several occasions and, she is capable and really seems to care. I do wish they had taken me up on the offer to come live in my Mom’s house close to me, oh well. My Aunt, his last surviving child, offered to take his wife down to her house in LA, but she said she wanted to stay with him. I did not expect that, but am glad that after all these years together they have a special bond. Planning a trip in June to go see him for a few days, which according to him, he may not make it that long or it could very well be the last time we see him. He’s hoping to just not wake up one morning, I told him I thought that sounded pretty good to me. Here’s a somber sounding, beautiful Peruvian (I believe) song dedicated to Bertha, my Grandparents PA…
Nelly Luis – Carrito Pasajerito
This one, from the same various artists album, Mata La Pena (which I should be getting from Discogs any day now, goes out to my Grandpa, if he had ever heard these gals I think he would have dug them…
The Dezurik Sisters – The Arizona Yodeller

Well shit it’s 2:30 am and still not done with this. Was going to go on and on about how the plan is to go to North Carolina and take Liam and some of his bros to a Weedeater show, but there’s plenty of time for that. If the trip actually happens I’ll have to do several posts about gloating, for now I wanted to share with you a random tune that I ran across the other day, Peruvian and circa 2003 I believe, What do you know that was recorded in 2003 that was half as good as this?  The literal translation is “they won’t leave me to vacillate”…

 

Eyepennies…

Grandpa is in the hospital right now with, at least, pneumonia. Talked to him on the phone and, he is out of it, saying weird shit and making it difficult for staff to treat him. I’ve talked to every relative that gives a fuck and a few that don’t. He and his wife need to go into a living situation that provides a little more care, at this point they have someone to help him part time with taking care of his wife, but he not going to be able to continue doing what he has been doing. My Aunt, who is his last surviving child, needs to step up but for some reason she has yet to even go up and check on him in the hospital (she lives in LA and they are 3 or 4 hours north). I would be the next in line to take care of it and I did offer up my Mom’s house, which is 5 minutes away from me, but my step-Grandma would never move to Kansas. Been on the phone all day and pretty wore out, but still trying to keep a grin

It’s the weekend, two days away from work, which has been up and down. The wife took the two exchange students to the sprawling metropolis that is Hays, to do some bullshit and see the new Jumanji, but I of course was up to other things. Hays is just not the same since losing Hastings and now the recently opened comic book store is closing, so I really have no reason to go to a shit town that’s a wannabe city. How about a good ole Lee Hardcastle produced video for Mark Stoermer’s “Filthy Apes and Lions” (a band that reminded me of Sparklehorse, of whom I had not been reminded in quite some time…God there’s a whole time and place for me with first encountering them…it’s a wonderful life)…


And a government shutdown! Hahahaaha, I don’t even know what that means and we probably all should. Ran across several articles in my internet meanderings today purporting to know what that means, but in apathy I did not read them. I did manage to put in my two cents on a political fucking FB post, which I don’t do very often, but I may start more as I’m tired of this left/right bullshit. Sometime later, these lyrics popped into my head…
Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today… Aha-ah…
Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace… You…
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world… You…
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one

And then human nature comes into play, and then I think about what a blight we have been in our existence. Then I’m reminded of the brilliance (not just smarts but a light in the darkness) of of some of the folks I have run across in my almost 1/2 century. My pal Josh Hanson has revised Maslow’s hierarchy of needs…

Something to think about, a call to arms even…

So a good place to end this post (and title it) might be with this Sparklehorse tune, a live vid I had never seen until this wonderful evening…