Mørklagt Sti

Video taken by and dedicated to, my old pal Brain, cheers to 20 years of service as a sailor in this turmoiled nation of ours. Really, it’s a turmoiled world where greed outweighs compassion…life has less value, I used to be worth a dollar, but I think I’m only worth about 57 cents these days. Even still, hats off Brian, you’re the man, Brother!

Whilst at Grandpa’s a couple of weeks ago, besides sharing stories and going through pictures, we watched TV (that’s him in his Union days working as a Business Agent). He pretty much only watches CNN and the Western channels these days. Together we really enjoyed watching Harry Tracy: The Last of the Wild Bunch with Bruce Dern and Gordon Lightfoot.  Apparently the ending song by Mr. Lightfoot is only in that movie, which has no soundtrack and not recorded anywhere else…I’m full of useless knowledge, but this song is classic singer songwriter type stuff and well worth a few sappy minutes…My Love For You. I’ve mentioned Mr. Lightfoot here before, if memory serves (hahahaha) it was another gnarly tune, Sundown.

Haven’t gotten a comment in a while, so here’s my favorite spambot one, “Don’t wear seat belts lest you drown in your own urine.” Russian spambot perhaps, a threat? If my death involves seat belts and drowning in urine, please call The Authorities

This here picture I took the other morning on my way to work, it’s the Bogue elevator shrouded by fog along the river. Not a bad pic especially if you click and enlarge, even better if you know what you’re looking at. My dear friend Siegle Irby (best man at my second wedding), has been taking a lot of photos locally for some time now and has not only inspired me to take a photo or two of what I run across, but also, more importantly, has given me an appreciation of the beauty that is the high plains of Kansas.

Was talking to another friend of mine, Jenny Davis about how I was secretly a Smiths fan back in the day. Dude has an incredible voice, and the band is just as incredible, if not more so.  These days, I have several of their LPs and 7″s, but don’t remember the last time I gave ’em a spin, probably in the 1900s, hahahaha.  Looked through what I have and realized, there are several tunes that I really like (the rest don’t do anything for me)…How Soon Is Now, What Difference Does It Make, Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now, Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want, There Is A Light That Never Goes Out, and Meat is Murder…damn that’s a helluva tune. Reminded me that my old pen pal Ade of the Satanic Malfunctions did this song…If Meat Is Murder, Then What Is Leather…also a helluva tune.  Sappy shit, great for self pity, also reminded me of this boss I had in Humboldt at the long gone, Casa de Que Pasa who was a huge Chris Isaac fan and especially that fucking tune…Wicked Game. Gotta hand it to Chris, he’s got some pipes, but not sure what it is, there’s something about him I don’t like…If we’re gonna do pop cool, this is a good place to look/listen…Zombie. The Cranberries played in Denver last year and the show was on our radar, but for whatever reason we didn’t go and now she’s dead…didn’t know how to end this train of thought except with this amazing vid…


Let’s end this by throwing a wrench in the machine, a fucking killer of a 7″ (I do have it, but this is not my rip). Mentioned them 8 years ago in a relic of a post, one I should re-up, but what the fuck, let’s feature it. In that post I wrote, “Seemingly random black metal tune Ildjarn-Nidhogg’s Mørklagt Sti. That Norwegian BM stuff tends to be pathetically idiotic…(and silly really)…Been kinda exploring the black metal thing, but pretty much sticking to what is apparently described as lo-fi or raw. Simple stuff, with a hardcore edge. I’m also a little superstitious so…”  Not sure where these guys stand on their ideology, but shit the first song on this 7″er is lifeless and perfect

Mørklagt Sti

En mørklagt sti – slynger seg – innover mot – den svarte ås
Der jeg igjen – skal føle denne lyst
Der jeg igjen – begår denne dåd
Fører meg dithen – hvor timene står stille
Tar meg med – dit hvor årene går

Her har prest – og menigmann – stått den store – den store prøve
Her jeg igjen skal føle denne lyst
Her jeg igjen – begår denne dåd
Stien går hit – hvor timene står stille
Stien tar meg med – dit hvor årene går

Jeg bygger her – et monument – her skal – neste døde råtne
Her jeg igjen – skal føle denne lyst
Her jeg igjen – begår denne dåd
Stien går dit – hvor timene står stille
Tar meg med – dit hvor årene går
Årene går
Årene går
Årene går

Dark Trail

A dark trail – slings – inward towards – the black hill
Where I left – should feel this bright
Where I left – commit this deed
Drives me this way – where the hours stand still
Take me – where the years go

Here the priest – and the men – have stood the big one – the big test
Here I’ll feel this light again
Here I left – commit this deed
The trail goes here – where the hours stand still
The trail takes me – where the years go by

I’m building here – a monument – here’s going to – the next dead rat
Here I left – should feel this bright
Here I left – commit this deed
The path goes there – where the hours stand still
Take me – where the years go
The years pass
The years pass
The years pass

שומר שבת


No body home this morning so cranking the tunes early, not sure if that’s kosher but I’m decidedly not kosher anyway.  Too many God damned rules that don’t make any sense, what’s so fucking hard about just being nice to each other?  I suppose a day of rest is justified (thanx to the labor movement…I don’t care what you have to say about something you know very little about). Just cranked this tune…

A month or so back, the new Lord Ellis exploded here at the Relics. As soon as that bad boy came out Andy sent me the CD along with some stickers. Absolutely epic album, can’t say enough good about it. Well then just the other day, Steve sent me a shirt and the LP (a signed test press…baby!). Been listening to them on the headphones at home, it’s time to give the vinyl a spin and I think I’ll make the CD one of the three in the truck.  You can check it out yourself at their bandcamp and the vinyl should be available for mail order in a couple of weeks…

Dehumanization…



Mustard (me) just got back from So Cal to mainly visit with Grandpa as his wife died after a long battle with the cancer, “Unfortunately my wife Gerry passed away yesterday early evening. After a long battle with cancer. There will be no service, We have been married since 1959. She is sorely missed already.” We did have a nice visit with Grandpa though and he shared a lot of memories through showing us pictures.  Gramps and I took a mid-day nap.  Not the best of circumstances, but managed to get some Brother time in, which was invaluable. The first pic is of some guys that go way back for me into my adolescence, Miguel and Tony (Brothers), from Reno Street. I was asking them how to describe where in LA that was and the consensus was the Rampart District. Meant to take a cruise through the old hood, but ran out of time. The local clique there was the Park Dillon Locos, but I stayed away from the gangsters as much as possible growing up there (not everyone was so lucky, even though I did manage to get beat up a couple of times). Miguel is a extremely talented photographer, even made me look good.  He is available for for portraits and events and I supposed wherever you want pictures taken.  It moved me deeply to hang out with them and look forward to some re-connections.  I moved away to Burbank in 1981 and I got to visit with a couple of Burbank High School heads in the form of Finn and Matt.  My wife and Matt’s wife went shopping for bargains at Ross (the night before the ladies went to Compton for bingo and we all stayed the night at the hotel there…interesting), which gave me time to hang with some folks.  Hats off to Tom as well who waited up and had coffee with me at 10pm on the last night.  All in all a great trip under less than ideal circumstances

Hadn’t thought of the Tracey Ullman Show in ages, but for some reason this scene popped in my head. I used to watch that show a lot, but of course, I don’t remember much, they all blur into one long episode. I do remember the Simpsons being featured there and I especially recall this episode where Tracey was horny in prison, laying on her cot thrusting her hips suggestively…really turned me on.  You can find a few on fucking YT, here’s the first episode

Since my last post, which is going on 3 weeks I guess, on top of travel it’s been about watching flicks.  Highly recommend Vince Vaughn in Brawl in Cell Block 99…kinda Bruce Lee-esque in a game of death sorta way. I believe Mr. Vaughn was recently arrested for DUI and resisting arrest (that’s the kind of shit that would get a black man beat down or killed in this country). Another flick that made it’s way onto the big screen of my living room was Los Jefes, we were steered towards it two years ago by one of our exchange students, Adrian from Mexico, and I did a reboot the other night.  One of the bad guys in it (except for the kids I guess they’re all bad guys) is Mexican rapper Millionario

Christ on Parade is still one of the three CDs in my truck and was jamming along some road listening to them when I realized how much of a huge influence Crucifix must have been to them. Crucifix wass pretty much selfexplanitarily rad in so many ways and “Dehumanization” is a good one word description of where we’re at today, so lets go with that for your listening pleasure…