Looking back over what I’ve written, a lot of babble, just kinda felt like writing it down, had to be done. So, just scroll to the bottom for the topic at hand…the music!
I’m not “that guy” but I so want to be. Just stole this off Cheech Marin’s page on fucking facebook, it had the caption, “that one homie who’s down to roll anywhere…” but I cut that off because pictures don’t need captions if it’s a good picture. This is an even better picture because it represents a symbolic gesture. Maybe I’m reading too much into it, because I would be very surprised if this wasn’t photoshopped…dudes hands look very funny to me. I guess that’s the wave of the future and photo manipulation could be construed as an art form. Regardless, like I said, a symbolic gesture.
My life is separated into several chapters mostly based on where I was living at the time. LA, Burbank, Humboldt, San Diego and now, NoWhere Kansas. The above photo is a recent street view of the last place I lived in LA, 213 Reno Street in what they called the Rampart District. Neat little bungalow apartments. There were Ecuadorians (had a crush on one of the daughters, Dad was kinda creepy), Filipinos (had a crush on one their daughters too, so I punched her in the arm to let her know how much I liked her and almost got my ass kicked by her Satanas older brother), Mexicans (scary lookin Dad who worked his ass off, Oscar was my bud), Nicaraguans (my buddies, Tony [Led Zeppelin rules!] and Miguel [Van Halen Rules!] who lived downstairs, in 79 thought I was “punk rock” because they could hear me playing the one B52s 7″ I had), Black (Jehovah’s Witnesses, always scared because of creepy wife beater stalker ex-husband), Peruvians (the landlord who hated cats, but saved me from a serious ass beating, by some local vatos…another story), and my Mom and I, whatever the fuck we are or were to our neighbors. Great place to grow up, and even though it was a shitty neighborhood at the time (I don’t know what it’s like 40 years later), we didn’t hardly notice how bad it was. We were scared of the gangs a little bit, but there were several that were fighting in that part of town, Temple Street, Diamond Street, 18 Street, Satanas, Korean Killers, and eventually MS13 when the Salvadorians started moving in. This was all before the crack epidemic of the 80’s though, and I don’t think I had ever heard of a drive by shooting. Once in a while a shooting, but mostly stabbings and beatings. Still, lots of fun growing up there. Public schools were pretty shitty though, I would have went to Virgil Junior High and then probably Belmont High School, so we moved to the valley…Hello Burbank!
Just saw The Collection (sequel to The Collector) for the umpteenth time and ran across this song that tickled my fancy more than it had before. These two movies have fantastic scores and soundtracks, may have featured a tune or two before. This time around, it’s The Pack A.D. doing “Haunt You”. Their Wikipedia page calls them “a Canadian garage rock duo from Vancouver, British Columbia. Known for their explosive live performances and the ability to generate a massive sound with only two members.” Any song that has hmmm-ing and aaah-ing in it has to be good. I imagine this was very popular on college radio at the time, sort of mainstream underground. The video is spectacular…
Here you are at the start, everything is so great
A new house, a new life, so absurdly safe
Got some kids, stupid kids, a wife at the gate
But something lurks, unseen, maybe something you ate
I’ll haunt you
Just like a bad plot, I won’t tell you why
Under floor or in a wall is where my secret lies
I’ll come for your family first, so set them free
In some way, you alone, have clearly offended me
I’ll haunt you
See I can’t leave this house, for me it’s far too late
If we’re going to live as one, let’s get this straight
I can trip you up just by, moving things around
And make you ethereal just like the hell I found
…and live they show their chops too…