old rub alcohol…

My old pal Nick (one of my favorite guitar players, ever)! We recently got in touch again on that fucking facebook, but haven’t had a chance to properly ketchup…I’m sure a lot has happened in the last 25 years since I last spoke to him (I know my life was an education…or at least it schooled me). Just got together a musical care package for him, in the form of a Garden Weasel 7″ (picked it up for 3 bucks on discogs…hahaha), which he did the back cover for…the first two OM records on a CDr…my newest mix tape (went very various on this one, where the theme is just whatever I think is cool at the moment and covers many genres)…and the GW “Smerb” postcard record I did a little while back (still got copies if’n anybody is keen for one)

Red flame
Green flower
Psychedelic
Fucking power

Coming from the dirt
Who does it hurt
The mellow criminal
Is not a cannibal
No death is dealt
No hate is felt
The wrong is right
Like a green light

Numb body
Mellow mood
Glutton hungry
Fucking food

Coming from the dirt
Who does it hurt
The mellow criminal
Is not a cannibal
No death is dealt
No hate is felt
The wrong is right
Like a green light
it sez go…to…

A place that’s real
Where you can feel
A burden released
Need no red lights
Block cannabis rights
It can’t be policed

Back watching
Eye popper
Behind bars
Fucking copper
Dim Future
Sleepy head
Good citizen
Fucking dead

Coming from the dirt
Who does it hurt
The mellow criminal
Is not a cannibal
No death is dealt
No hate is felt
The wrong is right
Like a green light

Feeling kinda Patty Hearst at the moment, not sure what that means, but according to the photo it has something to do with looking hot in your mugshot and maybe a little crazy too…

Been in an animated GIF making mode lately, this here is the incomparably angelic Miss Flavia of Angels Dust (you’ve certainly heard them before if you’ve been around the Relics)…how about a reminder of my favorite tune…

Speaking of musical care packages, I love to get shit in the mail almost as much as I enjoy sending mail to my pals.  If you’re a pal of the Relics and would like to trade mix tape CDrs (or want one of those postcard records) get the fuck in touch with me…please…
mustard(underscore)relics(at)yahoo(dot)com

Here’s two songs from the latest (mixed) mix CDr (yeah fucking Weedeater is on there…duh!)…

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Lord Ellis – live on Lost Coast Sessions 09/08/18

Fetal nazi or stoner fetus? Crazy country I live in right now, you just never know what the hell is going to pop up as news has become reality TV. And this “fake” news is bullshit (except for fucking Fox? …yeah right!), when in reality news has always been a commodity, for fucking sale. It’d be funny if it was in somewhere else but it’s not…crazy shit. Any of you folks from around the globe that come here, care to comment on what it’s like to be on the outside looking in..what’s your impression based on your own media of the state of affairs of the so-called greatest nation on the planet…hahahaha?

Groucho don’t like nazis.  They’ve always been here but they seem to have a free pass to show their ugly little faces, publicly, lately…they aren’t hiding under hoods anymore.  Whatever, the price of freedom (yeah, right), just stay off my lawn.  I was talking to my bud Darryl about a sort of a shit or get off the pot kind of thing, voting.If you’re gonna subscribe to the whole democratic process, even as all through the south they are closing voting locations, voting should not only be easiest thing to do, totalitarianly  speaking, it should be fucking required.  Like they send you a ballot in the mail and if you don’t vote, or at least send back a blank form, you get a 10% penalty on your tax return.  I don’t know…like I said, shit or get off the pot…your either going to do your civic duty or you’re going to be satisfied with a theocratic oligarchy (big words, huh, I hope I’m using ’em right)…

Thought this was some funny shit, enough so that I made one of my world famous (tongue in cheek) animated GIFs from the vid.

Back to the grind this week and I must say, the trip must have been rejuvenating, as I have been especially productive.  The world is my oyster Brothers and Sisters…hahahaha.  As I’ve said before, this is bizarro world (Superman reference), life is a roller coaster, filled with ups and downs, and just because you’re on an up doesn’t mean it can’t go back down…just think of all the dead bodes on Mount Everest.  Tired now, the price of success, but never too tire to listen to music…shit, I go to bed with the ear buds playing music in my head. Heard this song on the radio, yesterday (I was never a disco hater, it’s part of my musical heritage)…

Yes I still smoke, despite the fact that smoking gave my Mom the cancer…is what I told the doctor at my last appointment. I did manage to go several hours without smoking while dealing with my nightmare of a flight (thanx a lot United Airlines), on that trip last week to SoCal. That’s about as good as I can do, I’m barely past admitting I have a problem in the 12 step thing. Also, too fucked up in the head to take that Chantix shit, which would only fuck me up more…suicidal thoughts (been there, done that), who needs that, smoking is slow suicide.  Smoking and COPD, headshrinker shit (yeah, your head’s messed up sometimes too, don’t lie), my back (bulging and herniated discs all over the place, my knee (ancient injury, now compounded by arthritis) and rounding it out with (painful) ingrown toenails…the old lady says I’m falling apart…keep a grin!

The almighty Lord Ellis live (the link is only good till next month sometime, but I did manage to record all 2gb of it, so if you are nostalgic like me and you subscribe to posterity, there might be a way to share it…maybe these Lost Coast Sessions folks will do the right thing and have an archive, this is their first episode). Sadly, this may be the only way I get to see them live…you too?
https://video.pbsnorthcoast.org/video/lord-ellis-gwzy4b/

Environ-Safe…


Tom, Davrick, Ki and yours truly after sushi at Niko Niko in Burbank (wish I had pics of the presentation of the food, the sushimi was fresh and wonderful and I really liked the seared Albacore rolls).  Hadn’t seen Ki since my first wedding in ’94, that was a treat. While we were waiting for Tom and Ki, Davrick and I heard this tune playing…it was pretty good, I don’t know enough about the genre to pigeon hole them, but I thought of Sade. He pulls out his phone, asks it which song is playing and it comes up with this…


My self and my Aunt Teresa (my Mom’s best friend of over 50 years) before going to the Coral Cafe for salad…


Seared Ahi and I told those people there, best salad I ever had, no garbage like tomatoes that I have to tell them to leave off. This vid goes out to my Aunt Teresa who introduced me to the band in about 1976 (blew my 7 year old mind)…


Me and my Grandpa at his pad in Santa Maria. He swears he doesn’t have long to live, but we had a good time talking about the olden days, what was olden to me and what was olden to him. At 89 he’s seen some shit. Good solid Union man, but boy he’s got a temper, still. I don’t know…he’s got a lot on his mind with two of his daughters and his wife dying in less than a year and half, plus some other weird shit that went down in the family. I won’t make it to 89 and I certainly hope I die before my son…


Tom and Davick at the Vietnamese place on the Burbank mall. My first…


Pho! Man that’s some good shit…


Davrick and I and Tom, digesting at the odds and ends store around the corner. The dude who runs the store was very gregarious and seemed to have a great deal of knowledge…I liked and admired his appreciation of the many cultures on this planet…


Visited my old apartment in the Rampart district at 213 Reno St, off of Temple St. Many good times were had there. The dirt lot next to the apartments, where we spent most of our time as kids doing all the shit you could imagine kids doing, is now long gone, replaced by more apartments…


The neighbor downstairs, Mrs. Acevedo, still lives there, going on 52 years (thank God for rent control). Her Sons Tony (pictured with his Mom) and Miguel were my best buddies, not to leave out Victor, Oscar and Dean, who were also fellow pillagers of the neighborhood.  Tony, one of his Sons and I had supper at the Hungry Pig (ironically a place where the local police frequent) and had my mind blown by the hot links and the kimchi based cole slaw…


Vickroy park, lived across the street from 82-84, saw a lot of shit go down there, a real education for my young stoner mind, Gilbert Bautista was my best bud back then, we had fun terrorizing the neighborhood.


In not so good news, while on my SoCal trip, I got word that the drummer of Weedeater passed away, Carlos Sergio Denogean. Aneurysm, damn! He was born my first year of college, in ’87, he was only 31 years old. Life is so delicate and precious, it can end at any time and when it ends it is fucking over as far as those who cared about you…

The video I took of their show when I saw them in Chapel Hill, North Carolina back in March…

California here I come, right back where I started from…

Gonna be away from the Relics for about a week or so, going to Grandpa’s in Santa Maria, California. Pretty stoked there’s a direct flight now from Denver to Burbank and it’s less than 250 bucks. In my absence it is my hope that this place will get flooded with comments…there was almost 200 hits on pal Vinnie’s interview and not one fucking comment on that post. C’mon now

Oops…and forgot that it’s been 14 years since I had a drink as of August 31st…believe me, the fact that I don’t drink is as much a blessing to those around me as it is for yours truly…one less chronic drunkard out there harassing you and just generally being an asshole…