Stark Raving Mad

Was reminded of this flick in the comments on the last post, can you name it, and even better yet, do you know what’s happening in the above scene? Such a great flick, as I said in the comments, my first rated R movie…

Was talking to friend or two about this poster and how important to me the “for what we will” segment of day is. That do whatever the fuck I like part…yeah! Work is work and for whatever reason I don’t sleep for shit,s o those last 8 hours are my sustenance. This evening I’m uneasy, not just because of the gale force winds outside, but the anxiety I call panic Sunday. THe panic of knowing that at 6am tomorrow I will begin the process of manic Monday. Everything left on my plate Friday has been molding and festering, stale left overs, priority number one Monday morning. In our lives, yet another perpetual cycle
the cycle rotates
on the axis
of despair
by question
we merely sit
and stare”

This is it, art by Yannick Bouchard! Everyday, for someone is hell on earth, it’s the luck of the draw where we end up when we plop out of Mom. We may think times are tough, but really they’re not so bad, still time “for what we will.” I worry about these times we live in. There is this massive shift of wealth, that is accelerating, but folks are more concerned with what I call non-issues. My (our) value as a human being is being diminished. Somebody mentioned the other day, $4 a gallon gas coming to what may be a cruel summer

Feel very much Stark Raving Mad at the moment (have for some time now). I discovered these guys early on, probably 84 or 85 at the hands of my pals Bob Kasitz and Ron Kuka, they were always dialed into what the fastest thing going in music was at that particular time. Perfect little record…

mankind is unkind man…

I’m thinking the 29th or 30th of June…I live smack dab half way in between Kansas City and Denver, about 4 hours either way. If these guys are anywhere close to where you’re at, make yourself fucking available.  And the almighty Zeke is opening up for them, holy shitski…my favorite tune by Zeke…

Here’s Weedeater, three days after I saw them in North Carolina at the Saint Vitus Bar in Brooklyn…

so sublime…

It’s 4/23 and a quiet, lazy Monday night. Thinking about the whole 420 thang. Thoughts? My connection to cannabis goes back to the womb (I don’t have a problem with that).  My main man Jon Quittner wrote one of my favorite songs to perform in Garden Weasel…Stoner Fetus. Smoked my first bowl with Kevin Amos, when we were 10, in the alley behind his house in Burbank, he had stolen the weed from his Dad (sounds like a Killdozer song). Mexican dirt weed right from the start, guaranteed 50% seeds and stems (and maybe a little bit of Paraquot). That would have been around ’79, and it was maybe a few years earlier that my buddy Alexander Wallace IV turned me onto Cheech and Chong. In junior high it was all about smoking the bowl out of aluminum cans with the stoners that would in high school become Burbank Back Street.  Not too much in high school, it was all about more beer. College though, damn, the discovery of the kind and eventually cultivation. Dabbled a bit with a move to San Diego (back to my dirt weed roots), but the Golden Age was over and I found the darkness instead, at the bottom of a bottle.  Now a days it’s all about hemp, and how it could change the world for the better.  Recreational makes sense, but medical and industrial is a no fucking brainer.  It’s time for us to renew our 10,000 year old relationship the plant, and get out of the dark ages of the last century

And reflecting on how we celebrate the earth, as the earth progressively sickens with our existence.  Right now it’s just fever and chills, but she will pull out all the stops to get rid of the contagion.  I thought about it a bit and I don’t do much to save the planet either, just bought myself a new, to me, truck that doesn’t get all that great of gas mileage. I suppose that’s where my support of hemp comes in, so just my small part.  A tall glass of water and wide cup of coffee to all y’all fighting that fight in your own way.

Whelp, no one had an opinion on Savages. It’s alright, give em another try…

Thanx to my comrade in arms Darryl Clark, did record store day in the little apple, Manhattan Kansas. RSD is a joke really when you consider what’s being released and the prices they are asking, but I won’t let that get in the way of the spirit of the event…I have supported record stores for over 40 years and can do the 3 hour drive once a year. Thanx to my buddy Brian for wishing me well on this holiday of sorts. The store I go to is run by 2 sisters, aptly called Sisters of Sound and if you stop in tell them Justin from Northwest Kansas sent you (pic. Alex Bishop). Got most of what I wanted and a couple impulse buys, but bummed that I wasn’t able to get the two MC5 7″s or the repress of the Stooges 1st lp. Oh well, they’ll be on eBay and Discogs soon enough, just gotta wait for the bargain. One thing I did pick up was the Sublime 10″. I was with an amazing all around woman in the late 90s, unfortunately she was married to a friend of mine when we got together (that was no bueno). She was a huge Sublime fan and turned me into them, as I missed their whole scene, which ended of course with the overdose of Bradley Nowell. She was a magnificent human being and of course we ended because for me there was nothing I loved more than the bottle. No regrets, except not being able to honestly apologize (to her and to her husband).
Don’t Push (live)
Ball and Chain (demo)
Slow Ride (album)
Date Rape (official video)

A person might have thought he/she was going to make it through this post without this Mustard character posting another GIF…yeah right. Didn’t make this one, but it cracks me up thinking about how earlier in the movie, Lone Wattie (Chief Dan George had told Josie, “they call us civilized because we’re easy to sneak up on.” How about we finish this up with some wisdom from Granny Hawkins (Madeleine Taylor Holmes)…


Shawn hit me up with this one after I was complaining about work and life in general. Somebody always has it worse, brothers and sisters, nothing preachy about that. Life is actually pretty good, much fucking better than it has been at other points in my life when my only love was the bottle, everything and everyone else was a distant second. Sucks being that guy. Hell comes to your house. Don’t be that guy.  These days it’s all about TCB (Taking Care of Business)…most of the time anyway, when I’m not just chillin’. There’s always shit to do, and I try to chip away at it, but it’s just a never ending battle, that I’m not going to lose my head over.

Talking about losing your head, made this animated GIF from a very important movie, if you you know it don’t tell, just know that you are in the know of true cult cinema. So losing your head, after all I am just a talking head, in true bi-polar fashion, the last post is just purely me asserting my insanity, nothing’s cool.

So let’s start fresh…with another home made animated GIF (yeah I don’t give a flying fuck if you don’t like em, they calm me)…I call it “hand of god“…I crack myself up, cuz I’m a funny guy. Okay enough of that.  Want to thank my homie, Björn for most generously steering me in a new direction, on a collision course with this band. I asked him what was spinning on his turntable and among other things he said, “most intense and high stage presence postpostpunk.”  Fucking nail on the head man, why haven’t I heard of this band. Discogs just sez, “Savages are a London-based post-punk revival rock band, formed in 2011.” I’ve got some investigating to do…