Grandpa…

We lost the patriarch of the family, my Grandpa on new years day. A hell of a good man and he will most definitely be missed, but he went out exactly how he wanted to…peacefully in his sleep. We lost a lot in the last two years, grandpa, his wife Gerry, my Aunt Donna and my Mom…that’s enough of that as far as I’m concerned.  The picture is of him in 1947 playing football for Codell the year they went undefeated.

I know this was probably posted before, but I wanted to dedicate this tune to my Grandfather, a shrinebuilder of sorts himself, although the tune itself is way out of his comfort zone when it comes to music…

This was me on my birthday at the Aquarium of the Pacific. You can buy these little cups of nectar and the birds go nuts for the nectar…classic. Felt good that particular moment and I’m still hoping for more moments like that this year. Been a rough lead in to turning the big 50. Seen a lot of shit and I’m tired of it, just wanting to cruise from here on out.

The animals in the Omen just fucking knew that Damien was the Antichrist…this character had a nice speech that was so obscenely full of fallacy…my logic professors must cringe every time they hear him speak.

A little chilly here today in NoWhere Kansas, with just enough breeze to make it a little unpleasant, but the sun is shining. The wind makes all the difference here, in the summer it’s a hot wind and in the winter the wind can be a deal breaker. Like I’ve said it may be colder where you live and I feel for ya…this is cold enough for me, we need the winter as a part of the cycle, but bring on the spring.

Crappy end to the year, so definitely looking forward to a new start, although it may be like it has always been when going to sleep and waking up to some kind of Groundhog Day nightmare. If I just could keep that optimistic feeling all day long, the one that I get when I have my first cup of coffee and cigarette in the morning…awwww…like Homer Simpson having a donut.

Let’s end this with some wisdom from the almighty Motorhead…don’t be that person, the one with no class…


Shut up you talk too loud
You don’t fit in with the crowd
I can’t believe you exist
I crossed you right off my list
Too much too soon
Way out of tune
No class [x5]
Ah baby no class
No class
No class
Way out you’re way out of line
No buddy I can’t spare a dime
Fade out baby that’s right
No bark and even less bite
Your perfect smile
Betrays your lack of style
No class [x5]
Ah baby no class
No class
No class
Too late ya can’t catch up now
You face the wrong way anyhow
I know you ain’t got the brain
To come in out of the rain
Too bad no magic
I’m afraid you’re merely tragic
No class [x5]
Ah baby no class
No class
No class

the day after Solstice…

Terrible, I think, is the word I used to describe today…ready for it to be over. No details necessary, you know how it goes, shit happens and you just hope it doesn’t happen to you. Already wasn’t really feeling the season, but I feel like I should have made the nice list this year…I guess I was mistaken today. So, onward and upward. Very optimistically I fucking FB posted this old Too Many Zooz vid as it was something I had shared 3 years ago when life was decidedly different for me (and perhaps for you as well)…yesterday was better than today…merry Xmas

So, feeling Charlie Brown tonight, which is a great time to share this, via my good pal Shawn…

never gets old sharing this Holiday classic…

above and beyond…

If you’re here, get off your phone (this site uses tons of data, because I’m GIF happy), best viewed and listened to on a computer,  preferably one that’s hooked up some way to decent speakers (like me) or you got some bitchen headphones (also like me). In other news (hahaha), missed the Mustard Relics 11th Anniversary last month…damn it (curse vs. cuss). If you have been and/or are a Relic cheers to you…I fucking mean that!

If you don’t like it here go to another music blog…seriously. Blogged & Quartered is a GREAT start, in fact Vin started his last massive uber-mega post mentioning the interview I did of him several months back…the guy is a beast of a music lover and has been a blog idol of sorts, for quite some time. Another legendary music blog, True Punk & Metal, is a damn good read on top as Nate has been in bands since forever, on both coasts. Check out this short one that I just tripped on…Üäïÿ¨Båaîoøhøiø “War Madness” ep

My big boy Mr. Pickles, waiting for a belly scratch…love my dog but like me he is perhaps an emotional train wreck…this one long lost virtual pal called me passive aggressive…I had to look it up but I’ve since forgotten what that means…I prefer just odd. I have yet to meet a person that wasn’t a wreck in some way shape or form. Reminds me of the drunks accusing me of being a drunk (and of course I was the drunken-est of all…slimeball).

Superior GIFmanship…I could only hope to create something so wonderfully contemplative…

Serenity now!!! Know what I’m talking about? Before my fall down black out drunk days, I was a normie like most people, I could drink not to get drunk, enjoy a fine beer.  Mid-90s was a good time for that living in San Diego and having a guys night out every Thursday with my pals Mark, Joe and Jimmy.   I would meet up with the guys at one of their houses in Pacific Beach or Clairmont where we’d have a couple of beers and a bowl or two.  Then off to a brewery restaurant type of thing of whoever’s choosing for a good meal and another beer or two.  Then back to the home we started at, for another bowl or two and then the newest episode of Seinfeld. Yeah fucking Seinfeld, love the show or don’t, won’t change the good times…

I also don’t care if you think 2018’s The Predator was a “disgrace to the fanchise” I thoroughly enjoyed it both in the theater and on my TV…

“Baby, hold on tight Magic carpet ride” …hell of a lyric to describe life sometimes…

Kaleidoscope of color from the fountain jubilee
Atomic rays of sadness shine beyond the silver tree
The distant sound of chaos brings the warriors to be
A ride upon the carpet and it takes me to my fantasy
Hold on tight
Baby, hold on tight
Magic carpet ride
The butterfly superior of cosmic dust and sand
Sings the hymn of mystery and shadows evil land
Ashes rise to fill my eyes as darkness takes my hand
Upon the carpet plays the tune of Mother Nature’s band
Hold on tight
Baby, hold on tight
Magic carpet ride
Here we go now
Give it to me
A mountain starts to crumble as we race the giant fly
Our sunrise falls to pieces as the priest decides to lie
A cavalcade funeral is marching across the sea
To nest the velvet eagle where the angels’ hearts will bleed
Baby, hold on tight
Come on, hold on tight
Magic carpet ride
Take it down now
Come on, take a ride with me upon the magic carpet

and then of course this song popped into my head…bluesy spaced out proto-stoner rock at it’s very best (beware, 10 minute song)…

I’ve got an orgone accumulator
And it makes me feel greater
I’ll see you sometime later
When I’m through with my accumulator
It’s no social integrator
It’s a one man isolator
It’s a back brain stimulator
It’s a cerebral vibrator
Of orgones
Severe orgones
Energy simulators
Just turn your eyeballs into craters
But an orgone accumulator
Is a superman creator
It’s no social integrator
It’s a one man isolator
It’s a back brain stimulator
A cerebral vibrator
Of orgones
Of orgones
Orgones
I’ve got an orgone accumulator
And it makes me feel greater
I will see you sometime later
When I’m through with my accumulator
It’s no social integrator
It’s a one man isolator
It’s a back brain stimulator
A cerebral vibrator
Of orgones
Of orgones
Of orgones
It’s all gone
It’s all gone
It’s orgones
It’s orgones

Let’s end this with three very cool dudes doing shit right when it comes to punk rock and roll. And of course thanx to my good friend and former band mate, Ed Cole for supplying me with a wonderful music care package that included this and some his solo stuff that I will be discussing (and posting? Ed?) soon…

Satan’s last stronghold…

Not a big Nightmare on Elm Street fan, but I feel the moment in this picture. Cancer sticks will probably be what kills me, like they did my Mom and at this point I’m okay with that, have little if any urge to quit. One of the many things I learned from the fucking miserable years it took to finally get off the hooch was that it won’t work unless you are truly ready.  What I’m feeling is 50 around the corner, a little reminiscent in a surreal kinda way. It’s been a long road to put in that amount of time on this planet and so damn much of it was shit. On the other hand, there’s been lot’s of good people that I’ve crossed paths with, and I feel truly blessed by that. I’ll take one good soul over 10 shitty ones any day and I hope that at least a few of those good folks have fond memories associated with our interactions.  So Freddy here is me thinking about you and being grateful…Cheers, or as I sometimes say…a tall glass of water and wide cup of coffee to your happiness and success…

My longtime virtual pal Panos sent me this wonderful creation by Pornostroika Dadaifi. No idea what is being said, so I hit up Panos…
“fearing the dominion (as authority) dominated by fear
we are living in deep fear and ignorance’s the fish of Einstein that knows nothing about the ocean
uncertainty, fear, power the way to success
there is no happiness or distress but a lot of stupidity
fearing the dominion dominated by fear

If it had been my truck it would have ran into the side. I had a turkey do that once, may have written about it way back then…fucker flew right into the front corner of the jalopy I had at the time…exploded into a cloud of feathers…dead.

With the 2nd anniversary of my Mom’s death last Friday, I am doomed to think about utter finality of her passing.  No matter how slowly you die it is the immediate end to a life long conversation.  Now it’s just me wishing I could ask her advice and hoping that I’m doing right by her…

Then too there is the death of this guy on the island at the hands of “savages”.   Yeah I know non issue really, sorry to use it as an example again, but tens of thousands of human beings dying at the hands of other human beings daily).  I feel for his family and friends, they too had an abrupt termination to an ongoing conversation (as in a dialog).  He was a lot of things, among them, perhaps self righteous and ignorant, but also I would hope, a loved one.  Makes me think of those churches with the rattle snakes handlers, deluded.  One of the last things dude wrote was…“Lord, is this island Satan’s last stronghold where none have heard or even had the chance to hear your name?”  My response to him and anyone who thinks/feels like that…you don’t have to look any further than your own heart to find Satan’s last stronghold, he’s right there, no need to point fingers at others (we’re all sixes, there is no such such thing as a seven folks)…

Stumbled upon Mr. Trudell (February 15, 1946 – December 8, 2015), again (it’s been a while) the other day after a conversation with my pal Darryl (glad he’s home again), don’t remember what is was. You don’t have to agree with the dude but he does make you think…”I would suggest that everyone of European descend-ency, that you go and you study, you wanna know more about your reality, go and study your tribal ancestry and see how you got civilized.”

A GIF I made from a profound piece by Michael Marczewski…in my opinion, if you think you exist outside this model, where exactly do you think you are?  I’m sincerely curious, because I want to be there.  I’ve hid out as far away from civilization as is convenient and yet am surrounded by (and play my part in) this lunacy.  That Dead Kennedys album Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death” comes to mind and then this song…