it’s Friday…

The most involved animated GIF I’ve every made, not sure it turned out as cool as I thought it would. Really just a reminder of how cool of a band Lord Ellis is. They’re touring the northwest next month so go see em if you can…wish I could…get the taste that I got —> HERE


AD Rock – Frontline @ CBGB by Freddy Alva “Urban Style”…this is me on Friday’s usually but didn’t feel all that great this week and left early today.  Thinking about it in between naps, I am truly grateful to my Union ancestors for giving us things like paid sick leave.  If you deny this, then you don’t know your history and if you’re one of those tools that says that Unions are corrupt, don’t belong to a Union today.  Pictured is my Grandpa at his retirement (on the left) with his Union president. Thanx Grandpa! Love that guy…

My pal and co-worker Kelly was the only one on time for a meeting we were having the other day and when I came in seeing her sitting there by herself it made this song pop in my head (the ultimate in 70s self pity). We both wondered who sang it and of course the answer was at our finger tips instantly with the tree of knowledge and wisdom, that is the modern day cell phone.  Apparently it was written by Eric Carmen and Rachmaninoff, and Carmen…too much information, huh?
When I was young
I never needed anyone
And making love was just for fun
Those days are gone
Living alone
I think of all the friends I’ve known
But when I dial the telephone
Nobody’s home
All by myself
Don’t want to be all by myself anymore
All by myself
Don’t want to live all by myself anymore
Hard to be sure
Sometimes I feel so insecure
And love so distant and obscure
Remains the cure
All by myself
Don’t want to be all by myself anymore
All by myself
Don’t want to live all by myself anymore
When I was young
I never needed anyone
And making love was just for fun
Those days are gone
All by myself
Don’t want to be all by myself anymore
All by myself
Don’t want to live all by myself anymore
All by myself
Don’t want to be all by myself anymore
All by myself
Don’t want to live all by myself anymore
All by myself
Don’t want to be all by myself anymore

Experimentation with drugs (which of course includes alcohol) was the thing growing up for me and a lot of other folks I seemed to find myself around. Never tried crack or ecstasy, but that was a fluke because I tried and probably abused everything else. All I have to say about the needle is that it’s no bueno when you go down that road, serious as Osama bin Laden, shit is going to go down…
I caught you knockin’ at my cellar door
“I love you, baby. Can I have some more?”
Ooh, ooh, the damage done
I hit the city and I lost my band
I watched the needle take another man
Gone, gone, the damage done
I sing the song, because I love the man
I know that some of you don’t understand
Milk-blood to keep from running out
I’ve seen the needle and the damage done
A little part of it in everyone
But every junkie’s like a settin’ sun

Big fan of the show and always wondered if they had some punk acts. Turns out The Rezillos played The Old Grey Whistle Test on 09/26/78…I discovered punk rock a year later…pretty bitchen stuff…

The almighty Weedeater on the tour van…RIP Carlos.

Been dying to interview my old pal and first San Diego friend, Chris Squire, AKA Billy Druid, but never have taken the time to nail down a list of questions, will have to change that soon! I’ve been a huge fan of his Billy Druid project for a while now, there may even be a post or two with a song or two. Whatcha get is one man band Chris (dude has been a thousand bands), with him doing all the instruments, vox, recording and mixing and whatnot…pretty incredible all around song…
Wake up!
Look around
Rouse the rabble cos the future’s now
Watch the upper crust fall
From the highest towers
Under crumbling walls
Or be burned by her fire
She’s a torch
She’s a torch
From somewhere higher
And the world will bleed
Rivers of blood from her wrath and fury
Goddess of FIRE!!
Get up!
Or get burned
She’s molten hot so you better learn
Stay by her side
Or be left behind
With the rubble and the scorched debris
She’ll set you free!
You’ll see
She’s a 21st century Aphrodite
Atomic blaster
Queen of disaster
She is your God and Master
Goddess of FIRE!!
And if the world should burn tonight
Something tells me it’s alright
Yeah the world could burn tonight
But something makes me feel alright
Cos the future looks out of sight
We’re all blinded by the light

Ain’t got no…

Artist unknown, but do you feel me?

Yup, the Sunday night blues, but I think all the chores are done and it’s relaxation time. Time to listen to some music and talk to an imaginary audience. A true Mustard Relic, my old pal and bandmate, Brian mentioned this tune in the comments of my last post…one I don’t think has ever been posted here, but maybe should have ages ago…fucking epic song and performance (did I ever write about the time Roy Miyake and I met Motorhead)!

I can tell, seen before
Know the way, I know the law
I can’t believe, can’t obey
Can’t agree with all the things
I hear you say
Oh no, ask me why
I can’t go on with all the filthy white lies
Stay clean, stay clean
Stay clean, stay clean
Don’t you know all the time
You got yours
And you know that I have mine?
Grab a hold, don’t let go
Don’t let them rob you
Of the only thing you know
Oh no, no-one else
Got the right to make you
Sorry for yourself
Stay clean, stay clean
Stay clean, stay clean
So you see, the only proof
Of what you are, is in the way
You see the truth
Don’t be scared, live to win
Although they’re always gonna tell you it’s a sin
In the end, you’re on your own
And there is no-one
That can stop you being alone
Stay clean, stay clean
Stay clean, stay clean
It’s your only hope

Walked away from the computer for 2 or 3 hours and didn’t realize fucking youtube was still on doing it’s algorithmic thing and this mix had just started playing when I came back…
Psychedelic & Stoner Rock — The Fuzz Awakens (2 hours and 40 minutes of just that…quite enjoyable)

Sipping on my tonic water (tea and coffee round out the sum total of the beverages I drink these days, but in true ex-drunk fashion, I still guzzle my drinks), wondering how healthy I am at 49 when Carlos the drummer of Weedeater was only 31 when he died recently. Not too concerned about my health except for the aching parts, but I also do wonder if the almighty Weedeater will move forward and get another drummer??? This here was one of Carlos’ last shows (such a shame)…

Wanted to end this on a positive note, with some Nina Simone. A friend of mine mentioned the wonderful Maya Angelou (she had it rougher than any child should) and for some reason I thought of this wonderful song…

Only wanted to be your friend…

Whelp, no takers on my last post of folks that might want to trade CDrs, disappointing and heart wrenching…hahahaha.

Feeling Tim Burton-esque tonight (I know some favor Edward Gorey, like my old buddy Match), I’m sure that I’m not the only one who gets that way sometimes. For decades I had this self pity thing like I had been fucked over by everyone, but in my old age I realize that I did my fair share of fucking people over. Even after 14 years off the hooch, I realize that in the rooms of NA and AA, I never made my way completely through the steps…got stuck at…
8. We made a list of all persons we had harmed, and became willing to make amends to them all.
9. We made direct amends to such people wherever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others.
I am incomplete! Suppose I’ll stay that way way until I die, not sure though if at that point one is complete or just done…cheers.   Anyway Tim Burton…

Stick Boy liked Match Girl,
He liked her a lot.
He liked her cute figure,
he thought she was hot.


But could a flame ever burn
for a match and a stick?
It did quite literally;
he burned up quick.

In high school (pictured are Davrick, Anna, Karen, Greg, Me, Vivian and I can’t remember his name) one of my favorite albums was Hüsker Dü’s Zen Arcade. Perfect album for a bummed out teenager.  At the time I thought my heart was broken by this one gal, Elisa Monroy, but that was puppy love and only the tip of the iceberg in a long history of squashed hearts…


Told you everything I knew about me
Didn’t listen to a word I say
Spill my guts, you just threw them away
Never cared about me
Only wanted to be your friend
Now I know that it’s gotta end
Never cared a thing about me
And now I will, I will
I will never forget you
I will never forget you
I will never forgive you

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!)…