…a bit of a trainwreck myself, I fear, at times on and off, throughout my life (thanx to my pal Kathy for supplying the title of this post). What were you fucking doing in 1987? Me, going to Humboldt State University, embarking on one hell of a train ride. I wasn’t a bad looking kid, but I don’t know what the hell I was thinking with the turtle neck on my first day, who was I trying to impress…hahahah. Lots of psychedelics that first year, don’t know how I made the grade for a second. I’ve mentioned it before, wish I had taken my schooling there a little more seriously, it would have made things easier later, but that’s certainly nor what it was about 1987-1994.
Sculpted by Fred Dradd (4 “D”s in a short name, I like that) and enlightened to me by my Humboldt pal Brett on motherfucking facebook…God I hate that place and yet in terms of my friendships, indispensable, because nobody uses the phone or email anymore. For those few of you who come here and are reading this (and perhaps are too shy to comment), gimme a call sometime or email me (the address is at the top right of the sidebar or if you please…
mustard(underscore)relics(at)yahoo(dot)com
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The Misfits catch a lot of shit, but what the fuck were you doing in 1978…not releasing this epic 7″…so fuck off. In the late 80s my pal Doug Rogers up in Humboldt made me a Misfits mix cassette that had this record and bunch of other killer impossible stuff that you could only get from the tape trader circles back then. Just checked Discogs and you can get a repress of this bad boy for $3555.
And then I find this live recording, holy shit, blistering…what the fuck were you doing in 1983? I was just starting to go to punk shows (although I had been going to concerts thanx to my Mom, since I was a wee lad). This show would have been a good opportunity to go fucking off…
I want to thank everyone who played a art in enriching me musically, throughout my life. Sending me records or musical care packages ranks high on the list in terms of that enrichment…absolutely nothing wrong with the gift of music. A couple of years ago my ex-in-laws sent me a big ole box of LPs that had belonged to my ex-father-in-law who is now deceased. It was a two fold gift, one of just being cool as all get out and also of keeping mind that my Son will inherit all my records (please Son do not give them to Goodwill) and will have his Abuelo’s records as well. I was looking through some of the ones that I had pulled for future listening and came across Bloodrock 2. Gave it a spin and dug several of the harder more bluesy tunes….the second tune cheater was a nice one…
Wanted to finish this up by regurgitating another post that has been getting some hits lately but unfortunately still no fucking comments. The Pack A.D. was/is a hell of a good rockin’ two piece that deserves a second look (the Collector movies are also worth a look if you didn’t heed my call the first time ’round). What would you call this type of music…Elliott is this shoegaze or indie? I don’t give a fuck, I dig that minimal sound ala Bone Awl (too much of a stretch?).
Welcome to Spring folks…