Where she is now I can only guess…

WD-40 Rehearsal5Fuckin around with an online photo editor and filters wishing I had a proper copy of Photoshop. I had one but it died with a computer a while back.  Ya see, I bitch about technology but it’s a love/hate thing…in a luddite move I did turn off fucking Facebook though (thanx to Shawn for giving me that word to mull over). We’ll have to see how that goes (I’m 7 days in and I find myself wondering what to do with my extra time).  Did hook up with my pal Björn outta Sweden via WhatsApp and couldn’t be more stoked on having that kind of communication with him.  If you’re reading this sir, a tall glass of water and wide cup of coffee to you.  And to you fuckers out there I hope you took the time to listen to some UDL (Unter Den Linden).  They’re as good or better than they were 40 years ago.  On top of getting the 12″ EP Krautish, I managed to connive my way into getting the limited to 25 CDr Sauerkrautish from him…fucking classic early 80s UDL.  Perhaps, if given permission, I will upload a song or two to that youtube thing.  By the way, the lathes that I sent him 20 of 25 are sold the fuck out, so if you’re wanting one hit me up I’ve got a couple left to pass on to folks with taste…

Another pal (past tense perhaps, I have been trying to reach him virtually but he doesn’t respond) Ren’s band Naturecore, back then I knew him simply as Ron Naturecore.   Great guy who is still doing music as far as I know.  Anarcho Peace Punk at it’s very finest, atypical stuff, these folks were extremely creative in their sound and don’t really follow a blueprint…

Wendy-LemmyFor yet another pal Nazz, who was (is) not a fan…but c’mon man you gotta give her street cred for hooking up with Lemmy (don’t make me feel self important and have to tell the story of the time I met Lemmy back in the 80s…..haha).

Ran across this rarity, Voices of Haiti recorded by Maya Deren. The 10″ fetches over $100 in decent condition and even the recent 12″ repress is up around $35 (which reminds me that I haven’t bought a record in a while…maybe giving that up too…hmmm). I bet Haiti was a wild place when this was recorded in 1953, way outta my element, but I can still very much appreciate what’s going on here. Haiti would be a harsh place to have your soul deposited, imagine you were born and raised there…harsh. If you don’t dig heavy percussion, this ain’t for you…

Tree1aIf this place gets 8 hits in one day I’m pretty stoked, over time that shit adds up. Some folks come back, I figure because they can relate to at least a tiny bit of the random ramblings ’round here or perhaps it’s that I’m, “…funny like I’m a clown, I amuse you?” Regardless, maybe too I provide you with a couple of tunes you dig, whether you’ve heard them before or you’re just now tunin’ in for the first time. I struggle in real life, you probably do too in your own way, but sharing ideas and listening to music, I’m definitely okie dokie with. Along those lines, still making mixed tape CDrs for my peeps…If’n you want to be one of those, email me you addy and I will get one (or 12) sent to ya.  Probably no one will respond, but that’s okay, had to put it out there.  Like wise, if you are one of those kind souls who makes mix tapes, I’d happily send you my snail mail addy..consider it please.  For now here’s one of my favorite Violent Femmes songs, reminds of my first year at Humboldt State and would be a valuable contribution to a mix tape…

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…

My pal the Minnesota gutter trout…

My cousin Christopher Gosselin took this vid yesterday (I converted it to an animated gif, which made it lose some of the wow factor).  That’s my Aunt and Uncle’s place down below there, about three miles South of the sprawling metropolis of Bogue (pop. 141). Bogue is where my Mom’s place is (RIP Mom & Aunt Donna) and then my spread is 5 miles away, outside the similarly sprawling metropolis of Damar (pop. 130).  This particular storm dumped rain and pea size hail for about 30 minutes so not a real ball buster but it did put on a show.  I must admit I am a bit intimidated at times by our epic thunderstorms and as far as tornadoes go, a little fear.  Asked a buddy from here what was more fearsome to him, an earthquake or a tornado.  He quickly said earthquake and sited it’s unpredictability and wide spread damage.  No stranger to earthquakes myself, having been a California native and resident for something like 34 years, they don’t bother me, but I recognize and respect their awesome power.  I guess he grew up with tornadoes as I did earthquakes, so they are similarly familiar forces of nature and commonplace enough, that we’ve been desensitized.  I like that word, desensitized (perhaps a good band name), a common human condition.  I’d like to expand on that at some point in the future, but as usual I digress…

99 Luftballoons! 1983 and very little has changed. Not sure why I made the gif or if it has any other meaning here than to be reminiscent of a music moment many of us can relate to. Somebody I relate to heavily, my old college pal and long time Mustard Relic, Shawn. He was the only one to respond to my query regarding which 3 CDs off the top of your head you would stick in your vehicle… “I think I’d be in the mood for
Slayer Undisputed Attitude (Slayer covers of some classics and they tear them the fuck up, but you have to wonder when an artist gets so tired of doing their own thing that they resort to a covers album.  Like I said though Slayer slays these tunes, and they aren’t karaoke covers lamely trying to sound like the original, they put their own spin on these songs.)
Beastie Boys Licensed to Ill (Classic! Reminds me of hanging out on the weekends in the Tommy’s Burgers parking lot in Burbank with my chums, mid 80s.  To this  one of the best concerts I ever went to was the Beastie Boys and Bad Brains in 1994)
the Offspring – Smash (Oddly enough, even though I’ve heard of them for years the only song I remember hearing is Gotta Get Away, one of their hits from this album)

I asked my best Kansas friend (“friends” are few and far between here), the illustrious Darryl Clark (him New Years 2016 with our exchange students Adrian and Kevin) what three CDs he would have in his truck.  He suggested that he doesn’t have any in his truck now and only owns 6 CDs anyway…hahahaahh (Not a music lover like his pal Mustard but he is a Relic nonetheless). Interestingly enough, or not, he has a CD of Tina Turner covering country/western classics, I wonder if she slays em like Slayer). Anyway, switched up my 3 in the 4×4…
SPK – Auto-Da-Fé (No brainer, some of the most punk fucking rock tunes ever composed.)
Christ On Parade – Insanity is a Sane Reaction (One of those bands that I had every opportunity to see back in the day, but didn’t, real bummer. I was talking to one of our exchange students about that, big or small, not having regrets. He’s a god kid a bit spoiled though and doesn’t appreciate my wisdom, or at least the wisdom I think I have. You gotta have some don’t you, after 49 some years off and on again shit?)
NYC Mayhem – The Metal Days / The Crossover Days (They shamefully don’t have that particular discography(?) on you fucking tube. If you like pivotal original hard music that has a solid place in the history of classic bands look to further than NYC Mayhem.  I got the audio for this vid on a traded cassette not long after it was recorded. Just discovered this thing and it’s badass, I fucking love seeing the video for a treasured tape that I’ve had for over 30 years…sick-ness! And I had no clue that the drummer was the vocalist, dude is a maniacal machine.

My dear pal and cutie, Jenny Davis and I, circa 92(?) in a proto-selfie. I shared the pic with her, “Look at that picture of us— we were babies!!!  Holy shit.  You know, that picture was a total primitive selfie. Remember how hard it was to take a picture of yourself before cameras had screens? And then you had to wait until the film was developed to see if you even got the shot right… damn. Kids these days have it so easy!”

Let’s finish this with a Christ on Parade live set (that I could easily have gone to)…

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Stark Raving Mad

Was reminded of this flick in the comments on the last post, can you name it, and even better yet, do you know what’s happening in the above scene? Such a great flick, as I said in the comments, my first rated R movie…

Was talking to friend or two about this poster and how important to me the “for what we will” segment of day is. That do whatever the fuck I like part…yeah! Work is work and for whatever reason I don’t sleep for shit,s o those last 8 hours are my sustenance. This evening I’m uneasy, not just because of the gale force winds outside, but the anxiety I call panic Sunday. THe panic of knowing that at 6am tomorrow I will begin the process of manic Monday. Everything left on my plate Friday has been molding and festering, stale left overs, priority number one Monday morning. In our lives, yet another perpetual cycle
“around
the cycle rotates
on the axis
of despair
untouched
by question
we merely sit
and stare”

This is it, art by Yannick Bouchard! Everyday, for someone is hell on earth, it’s the luck of the draw where we end up when we plop out of Mom. We may think times are tough, but really they’re not so bad, still time “for what we will.” I worry about these times we live in. There is this massive shift of wealth, that is accelerating, but folks are more concerned with what I call non-issues. My (our) value as a human being is being diminished. Somebody mentioned the other day, $4 a gallon gas coming to what may be a cruel summer

Feel very much Stark Raving Mad at the moment (have for some time now). I discovered these guys early on, probably 84 or 85 at the hands of my pals Bob Kasitz and Ron Kuka, they were always dialed into what the fastest thing going in music was at that particular time. Perfect little record…

Rich Kids on LSD…

Don’t know if I’ve ever sat through a whole Mr. Bean movie, just seems like a schtick that could get old, but this kills me.   I wouldn’t turn down a hug from someone who needed one (because that’s the kind of world I want to live in) but there are a few that it would be suffering to endure, so Mr. Bean’s Jedi trick could actually be handy.

TGIF baby, tomorrow is Friday and it’s payday, so just gotta make it through what is looking like a hectic day. Damn, I miss the days of my youth, doing landscape construction (best shape of my life). Just another fucking office jerk now, having to make decisions that affect my clients’ lives, the pressure gets to be a bit much. Too much, woulda coulda shoulda. Need to catch up on this place as well. Got two really bitchen projects to review, one German/Italian and the other Greek, really blown away that people this talented are asking me to review their music. Also need to add the Garden Weasel “Smerb” flexi postcard, Mustard Relics Records #2. Don’t know if #3 is going to happen, sure wish I knew because I’d be hyping the shit outta that motherfucker right about now. I’ve bugged the artist enough though and this time of year it’s cold as fuck in Norway.

I’ve taken a couple of painting classes, a dabbler really, I love animated gifs (duh) and I’m a double dabbler at making my own gifs, but this dude Dax Norman is fucking insane. With the bleak drabness of winter heavy upon us, maybe what we need right now is a splash of vibrant, colorful, lunacy

This post goes out to all my Bro Shawn, who probably saw these guys in their heyday, when this record was released in 1985…I unfortunately never did, but had this album dubbed on cassette and coincidentally I got my first car in ’85, so chances are if you rode with me in my bug, you have ear damage partially because of this album. Recently they ended up on my playlist again, but that’s not unusual as I share a long history of addiction with the band members (three have succumbed), and lets face it, this is a helluva damn good hardcore record. Keep laughing, baby…


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