Arcata Manila Express…

My Son Liam in my work truck circa 1999, fucking loved that truck but everybody else hated to drive it, which was fine with me cuz I didn’t want anybody else fucking with my organization. Everything was on that old beast, stick shift with the granny gear, that thing could tow a tractor and I was almost completely self sufficient as a groundskeeper in a small municipality (it was a C20 but it reminded me of my old C10 Turk’s Plumbing truck also with the quite handy service bed. Made it almost 5 years at that job, drank myself right out of it into the unemployment line…
Here’s Liam today with his gal Nicole. Love my boy and of course want nothing but the best for him, nothing but love


My lyric book/signs for hitchhiking back and forth from Arcata to the practice pad in Manila. I don’t know why Steve and I hitched back and forth to practice as he had his old blue Dodge and I had the Turkmobile, other than just for the fuck of it as far as I remember.  Shit ton of interesting folks travelling back and forth between Manila and Arcata.  I don’t recollect and specific heads just old hippie biker types.  Lotsa stories to share about the old Manila chicken coops, some I may have shared myself, but the quintessential reading can be found at Ed Cole’s Garden Weasel Diaries
“We somehow secure a practice space at one of the most bizarre locations in the world: a row of chicken coops in the town of Manila. Now, Manila is not your ordinary town. Located on a sandy penninsula, not far from the disgustingly fragrant pulp mill on Humboldt bay, Manila was basically a sea-side trailer park with a few ramshackle houses thrown in for good measure. The chicken coops were located on a farm that was populated with a cast of characters that even John Waters couldn’t have thought up. First off, directly over the farm house were the 10,000 volt power lines that carried power out to the gigantic pulp mills further up the road. We reasoned to ourselves that this was why all the adult children that lived there seemed a little…different. We’re talking giant munchkin-land, here, people. The mother was a dead-ringer for the Egg Lady from Pink Flamingos. She never left her big chair in the living room and was surrounded by her large, egg-shaped adult children who seemed to be very slow in the head. Our favorite was Nick, who looked very much like the ogre from the HBO series ‘Fraggle Rock’. Nick was always very curious about the bands playing in the chicken coops and would come and hang out with whoever was around.
The coops themselves were not so bad. There was one main row of coops that had four practice pads sectioned off. They were carpeted and reasonably sound-proofed and had electricity. For $60 per month, they were a great deal. So what if the surroundings were creepy? Garden Weasel, Hock-a-Loogie and a jam band played in the first row. Grimace had their own building that was big enough to accomodate their much larger sound. Other bands seemed to be coming and going. Remarkably, none of our shit ever got ripped off, despite having only the flimsiest of locks on the door.
Out in Manila, under a single light bulb, in the chicken coop, Garden Weasel would practice as much as four days a week – I don’t think I have ever practiced as much in any band since. Case upon case of cheap beer was consumed. We wrote all the songs together. No one of us could claim any more credit than the others for the creative process of the band. It was a total team effort.”
I have one memory that maybe the rest of the band knows nothing about. During our tenure in Manila I was also a small time grower with a partner of mine. For some reason we had a scare and had to evacuate our grow room. The Turkmobile came in handy for that particular circumstance with it’s service bed, so we hauled all the plants out to the practice pad for a few days. Nice with the power out there we could keep them under lights uninterrupted. Aw the things we did in our youth…
The almighty Turkmobile. Traded labor for that thing and it wasn’t easy either it was the epitome of grunt work, cleaning out ditches to lay a power line for a guy named Rick (fuck I can’t remember his last name, but his wife was one of a very few people who were murdered up there during my 7 year stay). About the time that this picture was taken I was just beginning to toy with the needle, trading weed for pharmaceuticals to shoot up…I don’t know how the fuck I graduated that year (with two fucking degrees no less). Fun while it was happening, lucky to be alive really, but I remember during that time of extreme fucked-up-ed-ness, listening to this song over and over…

Hinkley had a vision…

Mentioned this place a post or two ago, found the work shirt while cleaning out a closet.  Great fucking times there or as my pal Jason Powers said, “Casa was a family and we all benefited. I loved that time and miss it.” Maybe someone or two will comment on their own experiences with the place…I remember dish washing, making guacamole and getting really drunk off of barley wine with my homies, before, during and after work.  My ancient pals Shawn and Brian were old Humboldt heads and they are also my main long time contributors as far as comments around here, perhaps they have Casa info to share…those were the days my friend…

For some reason Mötley Crüe popped into my head (it’s chock full of useless shit ya know), the tune Looks That Kill (the only one I really like). Well made GIF (wish I had made it).  Never did like the band, even way back in 83 when the Shout at the Devil album came out, shit(!), I was all about Motörhead, Venom and Slayer as far as “metal” was concerned. I may be outta the loop on that one, but I have never liked Metallica and I can’t fucking stand Gun’s and Roses.  I don’t know why I dig Looks That Kill, but this live version is about as pathetic as it gets, zero energy, highly entertaining in it’s lameness…

My virtual pal and one time fellow blogger (man he had a hell of a site) Nazz, has been commenting lately, which reminded me of his band the World’s Greatest Sinners.  Shoulda hyped these guys before, but better late than never.  Punk fucking rock baby done man, extremely enjoyable. The band has this to say, “Raised on bands such as The Replacements, Ramones, AFI and The Gits , The World’s Greatest Sinners are a Long Island, New York based Punk Rock band. Our songs are all about Pop Culture, weird relationships and the lack of a sane President. Currently, we are looking to play shows on the East Coast and creating more music. Support Local Bands! PUNK ROCK RULES, OK!” The hit for me is Bunny…

Some liveness…that’s Nazz on bass…

A feel good picture of Shawn’s baby quail. Feeling good is mandatory at least 51% of the time we have, otherwise you end up with the potential of a sucky life and most people don’t anyway, no matter how bound and determined they are fuck shit up, that wants to have said sucky life.  It sure is hard sometimes, I tell ya, or do I even need to, most likely you know the endeavor is one that is fraught with peril…mountains of obstacles and bad choices.  One saying that’s common in the 12 step rooms is “fake it til you make it.”  There is some truth to that even if just from my own personal experience. Blah blah blah…On a good note (continuing that theme of feeling fucking good) Shawn sent me way back with this killer tune…

Dude…

20th anniversary of one of my top 5 movies ever, perfect GIF too.  Nobody fucks with the Jesus…

Life is a trip, isn’t it, you just never know until you’re there, some people pat you on the back others sucker punch you. Feeling a heavy load at the moment, but feeling good about some things too, especially my family and friends (you know who you are, fuck everybody else). Surround yourself with good people, be good people and do a thorough job when polishing your balls.

08:22, Sunday morning, WTF fucking am I doing up?  Didn’t get out of my jammies until almost noon yesterday, but I’m committed to stay in ’em all day today, even if I have to leave the house.  Trying to think of what’s on my virtual playlist at the moment, but I’ve got this barrage of shit going on in my head.  Then I got a snapchat from my Cousin and her Husband of a sun rise in New Mexico.  Talked to her for a minute, which distracted me enough to think what’s on my mind musically or at at least start the ball rollin’.  Fucking Agnostic Front baby, that first United Blood ep, in all of it’s focused anger…


Okay, anger requires too much energy for me these days, I start to get out of breath. Introspection aided by aural stimulation seems to a good alternative. A couple of days ago I made a mix tape (my usual 80 minute CDrs that are my lame attempt at the tapes I used to make for folks in the 80s), one just right for introspection, mostly mellow stuff. This uncharacteristically mellow Crass tune was on it…

I know I’ve mentioned this song before, perfect for the moment though, and this is the outstanding demo version that I never heard before last night…

We’re moving ’round and ’round
Can’t hear a single sound
And when I hit the ground
I heard a ringing sound
Uh-huh-huh
I heard a ringing sound
And my head hit the ground
Uh-huh-huh
Inside I’m upside down
You live with so much carelessness
‘Cause no one takes you serious
That makes you feel so dangerous
You wish you never was
But you can’t see
And if you feel there’s no one else
That you’re all alone, you’re by yourself
Your life is like a broken shell
It doesn’t really matter to me
Doesn’t matter to me
Doesn’t matter to me
Knowing you can’t see
Inside I feel so bad
So low I feel so sad
Feels like I’m going mad
Best friend I’ve ever had
Uh-huh-huh
Feels like I’m going mad
Best friend I’ve ever had
Uh-huh-huh
So low I feel so sad
You live with so much carelessness
‘Cause no…

Went to town (20 minute drive) in my jammies this afternoon, of course keeping my promise to myself to wear them all day. Need to start with more of these promises to myself, perhaps even something productive. Actually was in town for something productive, so I’m two steps ahead of the game now and maybe there is a light at the end of the tunnel.  Made this GIF just for the fuck of it and what the hell, it goes with the “dude” title.  Not as good of a flick as Lebowski, but I found myself busting up on several occasions…”keep a grin.”

This here tune could have been on that comp as well, would have fit in quite nicely I think, but you wouldn’t get that video.  Everything about them is perfect, absolutely amazing.  I tried to coerce Flavia into giving me a sneak peek at her latest project, and despite the fact that I’m the president of the Kansas chapter of the unofficial Flavia fan club, she said nope…so I wait with all the other plebes…hahahaha.  Seriously though when that drops I hope to be in the mix early.  For now here’s a mix of one of their tunes…

Let’s finish this post off simply with some new to me Soom T & Disrupt! Good vibes to all…