Santa Maria Style Beans

Spock2This is me with my kitty Bandit trying to work from home (don’t get me wrong, I am blessed in these crazy times to still be collecting a paycheck). She doesn’t like anyone but me. In fact, when company comes over for the afternoon, she hides out in my office for a day or two afterward, to make certain they’re gone. Hiding out seems to be a common theme these days.  What’re ya gonna do?  Not much to do but keep on keeping on and try to take care of business.  The tension though is in the air…what do they say…you could cut it with a knife.  It’s just not cool.  Getting to me, but I am just a sensitive beta male, I have cats for Christ’s sake…
2020-04 BanditMy sweet Bandit, who has narrowly escaped death twice, only to be this neurotic one person cat…

1987 Me & KevinMy oldest friend Kevin (our Mothers were best friends/party buddies before we were born) and I in about 1987, I always thought that folks who flip off the camera looked silly, well I am the epitome of silliness wrapped up in a nice neat little package. It did make me think though, that I’ve been flipping off people for well over three decades…hahahah.

“How do you stay at home if you don’t have one” was the headline I read on an article that I didn’t read and it made me think of that Cheech & Chong movie, Things Are Tough All Over. These are some bad times, but there’s probably someone who has it worse…

Another headline was saying that the Chinese misled everyone as to how bad it had gotten over there and I was like, um, duh, state-run media.  Then again we have the so-called news (do you understand the difference between fact and commentary) selling us their own twist on two party politics that the majority buys into…meanwhile.  My team is better than your team…you both suck.

Found this band randomly…what do they call it…a rabbit hole?  They do not suck.  The comments were interesting in that they seemed to focus mainly on the fact that the front woman had lost a lot of weight and thus were calling her a junkie and a crackhead.  IDK…

2020 BeansI was telling my old pal Big Shawn about the shortage on beans and rice at the grocery store and he mentioned ordering some from Lompoc Beans (above was my order).  I asked him if he had a recipe for the pinquitos and he kindly supplied his own recipe (below) along with one from an old Santa Maria cookbook his Mom had (below that). Don’t know if in all this time of doing this here blog if I’ve posted a recipe but this one is would be a good place to start…

Santa Maria-style Beans (First draft)
Get about 2 cups of dry Pinquito beans, or a pound or so. Exact amount not too important (I don’t measure anything, my style of cooking)
Sort out bad ones, chaff and rocks
Rinse a few times and cover with water for 24 hours mas o menos
Pick off floaters and more chaff
I put about a tbsp of baking soda in the water, not sure why, my grandma did it
Drain after soaking and put in large pot… 10 qts or so.
Cover with water so about an inch over the beans
Bring to boil and then simmer. While bringing to a boil:
Fry about 6 bacon strips, chopped to the size you want. Pour all grease and bacon in pot when done
Put in a smoked ham hock (I’ll investigate non-pork options later)
Simmer for about 4+ hours until tender
While simmering, add:
Add Chile and Tomato products to taste: A couple cans of fire-roasted or normal Rotel, roasted chiles (I use some frozen Hatch chiles I horded a few years ago, cans of Ortega green chile (Anaheim-like peppers) are more traditional to Santa Maria style.), chopped tomatoes, tomatillos, etc… If it’s not to your liking add a can or two of tomato sauce or adjust the type of ingredients. The sky is the limit. I also add Caldo de Tomato con Pollo bouillon to spike the tomato/salt flavor. Add some Cayenne pepper powder if you like more kick. I use a tsp or so of Blaire’s After Death. Anything with seeds (Chile, Tomatillo, tomato) try to get as much seeds out as possible. I soak frozen roasted peppers in water, try to rinse the seeds out in a bowl, and then strain all the juice straight into the beans). Taste juice while cooking and add stuff accordingly.
Garlic. Cloves or powdered. I usually do a tsp of powdered garlic.
Add a couple white onions chopped to your specs. I just quarter them.
If you add this stuff early in the simmering process, they will be mushier due to the cooking, so if you like them more solid add later.
Add water so there is continuously about an inch over the beans.
After 3 or 4 hours take out the ham hock, let cool, and pick meat and soft parts off. Put good stuff back in beans, put bones and skin outside for the raccoons. If feeling edgy, add smoked sausage, kielbasa, or whatever else you feel like. I’m a purist and don’t add anything else.
Let cool a bit or cook more if the beans are still firm. Simmer until sauce is thick but still covers beans. Not too watery.
Eat on their own, top with salsa or a little butter. Goes well with grilled food or garlic bread.

Santa Maria Women's Club Cookbook


2020-03-28 EssentialsGot the essentials…coffee, smokes and beans…and my pals!

Sporting the The Rusty VW mug (thanx Finn Pette!), trying not to look smug, as I work from home, hiding out from the craziness. Hoping that all of you are doing well in the midst of the lunacy, wishing y’all nothing but happiness…a wide cup of coffee and a tall glass of water!

If I haven’t educated the masses yet on the maddeningly technicality of Jazz Fusion, then I would be remiss with an essential part of that education in the vast realm of music. I was at this Return to Forever show, pretty sure, it was at the Universal Amphitheater, on a brief reunion they did in ’83. My three favorite bands in ’83 were Slayer, Crass and Return to Forever, HAH! The jazz fusion thing was something I fell for hard and Moms was okay with me going to those concerts whenever, they were pretty tame. My buddy in Burbank, James Finn and my old pal Alexander Wallace IV, were instrumental in educating me on the whole thing. Dig it or don’t, they don’t care, they’re on a whole other level when it comes to musicianship. This Whistle Stop set is AMAZING!

Brian, go to the 14:15 mark for a bass treat

Frank Zappa was a part of that jazz fusion thing I had going on. Never did see him live, but did see his drummer Chad Wackerman who was also the drummer for Alan Holdsworth, another fusion guy. Sadly I think that Zappa’s biggest “hit” was Valley Girl, with his daughter Moon Unit on vocals. I was living in the San Fernando Valley, THE valley, and a song couldn’t be more spot on when it came to that culture…like totally for sure….

The best song on that album though was the title track, Ship Arriving Too Late To Save a Drowning Witch…

Genesis P-orridge 22 February 1950 – 14 March 2020

Genesis-P-Orridge1Was a relative new comer to world of Throbbing Gristle and Genesis P-orridge, et al. I got to thinking about it though recently and it’s a shame because I was exposed to OG Industrial music, in the form of SPK, in the mid 80s, but never thought to ask anyone if there was anything else like that music wise around the globe…I was moving too fast at that time in my life. Of course there is a ton of cool shit was being done at the time and was later influenced by that first wave. You’re not punk or hardcore if you do not know Industrial music. These were the pioneers. A couple years younger  than my Mom would have been, Genesis died of the cancer today.  A while back I made a comp of early and later industrial bands aptly called Muzak Industrial-ish.  The list of tracks are below along with a couple of crucial live vids (for your viewing pleasure) that were part of the mix.  In this case a memorial tribute (if’n you want a copy let me know)…

SPK – Beruftverböt

Dive – There’s no hope

Esplendor Geométrico – El Obrero Trabaja Con Alegría

Dissecting Table ‎– Camouflage

Grim – Mountain

Karjalan Sissit – Loppuun Nussittu Avioliitto

White Hospital – Red Wedge

Crash Worship – Discordia

Blackhouse – Answers For You

Dissecting Table – Today Is Holiday

Trepaneringsritualen – A Black Egg

Charlie Clouser – Main Titles

Dead Fortress – Broken Towers and Burning Keeps

Throbbing Gristle – Discipline

Fire In The Head – The Coming Silence


2020 MEMy avatar on the work email and chat, not sure when someone will get the picture and have me change it, maybe with a warning. It’s not just work, it’s every minute of every day really, and I think mostly I play the part well. You gotta be good at something, right?  I save all my miserable complaining for my homies, hahahaha, much love guys.  Crazy world we’re living in right now folks, I keep saying, it’s going to be interesting to see how it all plays out.  This shit ain’t done.  Human beings have the capability of being extremely selfish and when you mix that with fear/paranoia it shows just how ugly we can be. Asked a buddy if he had any words of wisdom as far as what’s going on right now. He talked about learning humility and realizations, “that we are just a virus in the universe not the crown of creation.” Ain’t that the truth. Dig this tune he recommended…

From Match in a conversation we had today…
“you know what Mike Tyson sez, everyone has a plan until they get punched in the face.”

SCUMAgression was not my favorite of the Nardcore bands back in ’84, that was undeniably Ill Repute (the Land Of No Toilets 7″ specifically), but I gotta say the set below at the Stardust Bowl is quite worthy of attention and respect…this was a good fucking hardcore band. Back in the late 90s I had the fortune to spend some time with Big Bob (bass) on several occasions, he is good chums with my old buddy Match. We were all up to no good in those days, probably not at our collective best. Match had an apartment next to Jack in the Box on the corner of Vernon and Figeroa in the wonderland that was South Central LA. As close as I was to death on my own terms, it’s ironic that I was tense and worried we would could get killed…hahahaha. Fucking helicopters flying non stop, eternally screaming sirens and an occasional gun blast. Good times. Bob traded me the above deck for a couple records (still in pretty good shape, but I’m not a real tricky guy on a skate, beatin’ the shit out of it, strictly a point A to point B rider). I sincerely hope Bob is doing okay these days, dude has seen some shit, lost touch with him though when I dropped face fucking book…

This here comp gives a nice overview of the Nardcore scene which was one of the formidable forces in hardcore for a few years…

My buddy Nazz has yet another killer band, dude’s always got something fun going on, but I’m jaded because I have a ton of respect for the guy and  his music over the years.  They call themselves, quite simply Punk Rock.  For me it really captures that fun time when a new narrative of rock roll somehow broke onto the scene on the east coast and in the UK during the mid 70s.  This has more of that UK sound to it to my ears, pub rocky, like a drinking song with meat to it.  Has a metric tonne of appeal to me…

Handsome DevilName that dude! Don’t think you’ll get a better gander at his youthful mug. My elementary school friend Brandon Willenburg (and his super hot older Sister) and I watched this masterpiece Part 2 in the never ending series, in the theater at the Burbank Mall when it was brand new (1981).   Remember the sheriff getting the claw hammer to the back of the head?  Or, better yet, remember Kristen Baker…hubba hubba? Watched the flick last night and was thoroughly amused, and of the entire fucking franchise, the 2nd one is my favorite.  Kinda gotten out of the horror movie game lately, the wife watches nothing but horror and true crime…I get enough horror from reality these days.  Poor Jason wasn’t exactly born into the best of all situations now, was he?  His situation in life started when whatever force (or lack of one) created his consciousness and stuck it in mostly water (or breathed into the nostrils of some flesh sack (Gen. 2:7)…not looking to debate anything in this area, as they say around here, noneya.  I wonder what kind of future Jason had as he seemed to have a caring capable Mom and a decent place to grow up.  Of course the future he ends up having, other than of course, coming back to life, is killing.  In the first installment, he of course drowns (“he wasn’t a very good swimmer”) because of lazy counselors.  Or does he?  I think yes!  If you watch that short collection of scenes again, it has three or four scenes of him struggling and splashing in the lake and then one last scene of the lake where the water is calm.  I take that to mean that he has very clearly succumbed.  In Mom’s revenge she kills all the camp folks responsible in her eyes…some Mom’s are very protective of their kids and I would be very upset as well, under the circumstances…someone gotta pay right. She in turn gets beheaded, the goriest moment in the whole franchise! So what brings Jason back from the dead?  Mother’s love?  The scene above is a dream the sole survivor has that is symbolic of Jason’s rebirth.   Much like the reality of life today, the forces behind it all are never revealed…

I love Soundgarden’s take on Devo…

Along the Way…

Shit! It’s all shit, but I mean that in a good way. Been sick…again…4 days this time which is nothing in the grand scale of the history of human suffering. Started the new year off with plans of positivity and hopefully infecting others that groove. So back to square one and I think I’m going to take it down a notch or two. Not lower my standards as much as shoot for a more obtainable goal. Not sure what that is yet…

Worshipped these guys back when they were fresh in my youth, seen ’em several times over the years (a couple of good stories to share there sometime) but unfortunately didn’t see them at this show at the Olympic Auditorium in 1984…epic!

I refuse to abuse what is kind to the Muse,
But it’s there and it’s happening to me along the way.
As we go through the snow, we cannot forget our foes,
But the dinner’s always waiting at the table ‘long the way, yeah.
What you see, not for me, isn’t what you planned to be,
But you’ll have what you wanted in the end along the way.
And we’ll try as we cry and our brothers pass us by,
To be strong through the ages of our tears along the way, yeah.
Now we grow as we show that the morals we must know
Will be shaken and mistaken by the falls along the way.
But forget, don’t regret, to find love and happiness
Unless you’re willing to be strong when they are gone along the way.
Like Tommy, you are free, and you will not follow me,
Until we see each other once more on the path along the way