2019-01-22…

Me and Shawn at my pad after the 5 hour drive from Denver. We had quite the day on the 22nd with a blizzard that threatened to make our attendance at the show an improbability, but Shawn got us south of the storm, a 2 hour detour that put us in Pueblo, then up to Denver. Butt cold once we got there with a decidedly unpleasant arctic wind, but for 4 hours it was all about the music in a very cool 1920s converted theater (down side to the Gothic, no ins and outs, making me a little nicotine deficient once the show was over…didn’t stop the folks attending getting their weed on during the gig)…

First up was a band that I’d never heard of outta Dallas, Mothership, good opening heavy band, but I felt like they needed some more energy and loudness…


Crowbar outta NOLA were up next (it was supposed to be Weedeater next, but they did not get in out of the storm until about half way through Crowbar’s set). I liked it when the sludged it out in “New Orleans style” on some tunes and a couple of others they had this kinda hardcore punk tempo…the singer dude could really belt it out…

Next up was the almighty Weedeater (despite the heckling of some idiot a couple guys over from me, who was crying cuz they were late and taking too long to do a sound check…I fucking hate people)! The set was way too short, and I think they were a little burnt (nobody wants to hop off a bus after many hours of driving through a blizzard to get down to business), but they did not disappoint…

Next up was the legends of crossover Corrosion of Conformity who put on a great set, but as Shawn said they were almost too polished, it didn’t really have that crossover edge, in fact, it was more like a hard rockin vibe…

Mørklagt Sti

Video taken by and dedicated to, my old pal Brain, cheers to 20 years of service as a sailor in this turmoiled nation of ours. Really, it’s a turmoiled world where greed outweighs compassion…life has less value, I used to be worth a dollar, but I think I’m only worth about 57 cents these days. Even still, hats off Brian, you’re the man, Brother!

Whilst at Grandpa’s a couple of weeks ago, besides sharing stories and going through pictures, we watched TV (that’s him in his Union days working as a Business Agent). He pretty much only watches CNN and the Western channels these days. Together we really enjoyed watching Harry Tracy: The Last of the Wild Bunch with Bruce Dern and Gordon Lightfoot.  Apparently the ending song by Mr. Lightfoot is only in that movie, which has no soundtrack and not recorded anywhere else…I’m full of useless knowledge, but this song is classic singer songwriter type stuff and well worth a few sappy minutes…My Love For You. I’ve mentioned Mr. Lightfoot here before, if memory serves (hahahaha) it was another gnarly tune, Sundown.

Haven’t gotten a comment in a while, so here’s my favorite spambot one, “Don’t wear seat belts lest you drown in your own urine.” Russian spambot perhaps, a threat? If my death involves seat belts and drowning in urine, please call The Authorities

This here picture I took the other morning on my way to work, it’s the Bogue elevator shrouded by fog along the river. Not a bad pic especially if you click and enlarge, even better if you know what you’re looking at. My dear friend Siegle Irby (best man at my second wedding), has been taking a lot of photos locally for some time now and has not only inspired me to take a photo or two of what I run across, but also, more importantly, has given me an appreciation of the beauty that is the high plains of Kansas.

Was talking to another friend of mine, Jenny Davis about how I was secretly a Smiths fan back in the day. Dude has an incredible voice, and the band is just as incredible, if not more so.  These days, I have several of their LPs and 7″s, but don’t remember the last time I gave ’em a spin, probably in the 1900s, hahahaha.  Looked through what I have and realized, there are several tunes that I really like (the rest don’t do anything for me)…How Soon Is Now, What Difference Does It Make, Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now, Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want, There Is A Light That Never Goes Out, and Meat is Murder…damn that’s a helluva tune. Reminded me that my old pen pal Ade of the Satanic Malfunctions did this song…If Meat Is Murder, Then What Is Leather…also a helluva tune.  Sappy shit, great for self pity, also reminded me of this boss I had in Humboldt at the long gone, Casa de Que Pasa who was a huge Chris Isaac fan and especially that fucking tune…Wicked Game. Gotta hand it to Chris, he’s got some pipes, but not sure what it is, there’s something about him I don’t like…If we’re gonna do pop cool, this is a good place to look/listen…Zombie. The Cranberries played in Denver last year and the show was on our radar, but for whatever reason we didn’t go and now she’s dead…didn’t know how to end this train of thought except with this amazing vid…


Let’s end this by throwing a wrench in the machine, a fucking killer of a 7″ (I do have it, but this is not my rip). Mentioned them 8 years ago in a relic of a post, one I should re-up, but what the fuck, let’s feature it. In that post I wrote, “Seemingly random black metal tune Ildjarn-Nidhogg’s Mørklagt Sti. That Norwegian BM stuff tends to be pathetically idiotic…(and silly really)…Been kinda exploring the black metal thing, but pretty much sticking to what is apparently described as lo-fi or raw. Simple stuff, with a hardcore edge. I’m also a little superstitious so…”  Not sure where these guys stand on their ideology, but shit the first song on this 7″er is lifeless and perfect

Mørklagt Sti

En mørklagt sti – slynger seg – innover mot – den svarte ås
Der jeg igjen – skal føle denne lyst
Der jeg igjen – begår denne dåd
Fører meg dithen – hvor timene står stille
Tar meg med – dit hvor årene går

Her har prest – og menigmann – stått den store – den store prøve
Her jeg igjen skal føle denne lyst
Her jeg igjen – begår denne dåd
Stien går hit – hvor timene står stille
Stien tar meg med – dit hvor årene går

Jeg bygger her – et monument – her skal – neste døde råtne
Her jeg igjen – skal føle denne lyst
Her jeg igjen – begår denne dåd
Stien går dit – hvor timene står stille
Tar meg med – dit hvor årene går
Årene går
Årene går
Årene går

Dark Trail

A dark trail – slings – inward towards – the black hill
Where I left – should feel this bright
Where I left – commit this deed
Drives me this way – where the hours stand still
Take me – where the years go

Here the priest – and the men – have stood the big one – the big test
Here I’ll feel this light again
Here I left – commit this deed
The trail goes here – where the hours stand still
The trail takes me – where the years go by

I’m building here – a monument – here’s going to – the next dead rat
Here I left – should feel this bright
Here I left – commit this deed
The path goes there – where the hours stand still
Take me – where the years go
The years pass
The years pass
The years pass

There Goes The Neighborhood

In the news from yesterday, another mass shooting at a school, 17 dead so far, more thoughts and prayers. Lots of opinions floating around these shootings that apparently happen every 60 hours in this country now, but I don’t give a shit about the opinions of anyone except those of the loved ones left mourn.  I will offer my own opinion of course. A large number gun people are fucking cowards, Mr. Jones in Friday had THIS to say, but then again not everybody is playing by the same rules…

My old friend Ramie dropped me a line and asked me my thoughts on this article about the nazis in the 80s LA punk scene. My first thought was “rat pack”. These guys thrived on superior numbers, just like any gang, and you wouldn’t hear a peep out of them when there was one or two at show, but when you get 10-20, all of a sudden they’re brave. People quickly figured out that fact and used the same tactic to keep the peace. I remember one show at the Olympic, English Dogs in ’86, there was shit ton of fighting going on, the only time there was a pause in it was when Youth Brigade played Sink With California. My close group of punk friends, there was five of us, met up with a small group of racist skins camping back in high school. They were pretty harmless and very stupid, we ended up partying with them, and listening to them try to rationalize their point of view. They were of course passive because there wasn’t 20 of them and 5 of us. I was more nervous about the fact that one of the skinhead chicks was sweet on me…hahahaah. The Specials song Racist Friend is a good statement about how I feel about natzees…

Coincidentally my pal Jay turned me onto this tune by Body Count…

Dio – Last In Line

Maybe you’re not a Teenage Ninja Turtle fan, but they were pretty good to their old teacher, we could learn something from that (or not).

It’s fucking Friday afternoon baby, lots to do this weekend, but definitely could use a couple days away from the grind. I don’t dig ditches, haul rock or pour concrete anymore, but this job of mine these days, can really weigh a fella down. I long for the days of working without human contact, although not sure I want to be stuck in my head. At my first job in the landscape field, on the campus of HSU, the boss warned me that I would be working alone a lot and that a guy goes a little nuts, and may start talking to himself. Hahahah, now I talk to myself all the time, unfortunately out loud, unless I really make an effort to keep it quiet. Passive insanity I’ve called it before, holding back the raving lunatic inside. Music, man! It’s all about listening to fucking music and escaping several minutes at a time. Been going through lately and updating posts around here (the switch from having my own server to wordpress fucked up a lot of my links) and I’ll be damned if I haven’t run across a metric shit ton of good music. 700 and some odd posts, almost 10 years, and humbly I tell you this place has dabbled in some seriously insane ear food. Mentioned it several times before that, the radio sucks around here, I listen to less of it than I used to, but this tune came on the other day…EAR FUCKING FOOD! This is just perfect for how I feel right now, “the cold without the warm”…on a side note, spent a bit going through some of the projects Dio had been involved with and gotta say I didn’t really groove to his band Elf (is it an acquired taste, am I missing something?). Anyway…

We’re the ship without a storm
The cold without the warm
Light inside the darkness
That it needs, yeah

We’re a laugh without tear
The hope without the fear
We are coming, home

We’re off to the witch
We may never, never, never, come home
But the magic that we’ll feel
Is worth the lifetime

We’re all born upon the cross
We’re the throw before the toss
You can release yourself
But the only way is down

We don’t come alone
We are fire, we are stone
We’re the hand that writes
Then quickly moves away

We’ll know for the first time
If we’re evil or divine
We’re the last in line, yeah
We’re the last in line

Two eyes from the east
It’s the angel or the beast
And the answer lies
Between the good and bad

We search for the truth
We could die upon the tooth
But the thrill of just the chase
Is worth the pain

We’ll know for the first time
If we’re evil or divine
We’re the last in line, yeah
We’re the last in line, oh

Yeah, we’re off to the witch
We may never, never, never come home
But the magic that we’ll feel
Is worth a lifetime

We’re all born upon the cross
You know we’re the throw before the toss
You can release yourself
But the only way to go is down

We’ll know for the first time
If we’re evil or divine
We’re the last in line, oh
We’re the last in line
See how we shine

We’re the last in
We’re the last in
We’re the last in
We’re the last in
We’re the last in
We’re the first in line, oh

We’re a ship without a storm
We’re the cold inside the warm
We’re the laugh without tear
We’re the smile without the mirror

We’re the last in line
We’re the last in line
We’re the last in line
See how we shine
We’re the last in line

…I’ll be damned if the DJ didn’t play this tune next…best line ever, “some stupid with a flare gun”…I am surrounded by these kinds of people…

F.C.D.N. Tormentor

one-flew-over-the-cuckoos-nestKinda bummed myself out with the last post, undertaking the grim task of talking of politics. I guess it had to be done, just to clarify to myself and others where I stand, this is after all my blog (I think everyone should have a blog)…really an extension of my own psychosis as I’m just talking to myself anyway (except for a very few who do comment). Actually getting about 10 hits here a day, which is cool, but not so cool is I think most are just looking for downloads. The days of the blog are over, unless you still have downloads, so the Relics is just that. I am willing to hunt down anything that was once here, most of which I still have hard copies of, all it takes is a comment (and some re-ripping on my part). There is a shit ton of stuff on youtube, that I’ve been finding lately, worthy of being posted here. Mustard has a new American made turntable and lots of records that haven’t even been touched. This is and always be a blog about the love of music and how it has sustained me well in life…

A while ago I dedicated a FCDN Tormentor post to my very close old friend and bandmate, Brian (one I plan on re-upping when I find the tape in my chaotic closet), so this different one is for you again Brother. I’m proud to say that Brian has been a true friend for almost 30 years and has served this country for more than half of those. Our time together in WD-40 and Garden Weasel, was some of the best in my life (as blurry as those days are, hard partyin’ baby). Brian was the metal guru in the band(s). This here band FCDN Tormentor was first introduced to me on a record buying run with my old Burbank buddies Ron (RIP) and Bob, out to Toxic Shock (Pomona) and Private Eye (Covina). Their “Demonic” demo had just come out (6-6-86, limited to 66 copies) and was sitting there on the counter at Private Eye, but I was too punk rock to buy it. Wasn’t till a year or two later that Ron sent me a bootleg he recorded of Tormentor at a backyard party they went to in East LA (the original post) and I fuckin loved it. It wasn’t till just a few years ago that I discovered this badass 7″ coincidentally put out by Bob on his epic Deep Six record label in 1991. Just recently I picked up two albums (making up a discography) put out by the quickly becoming legendary, Foad Records. Anyway, I ripped the 7″, but found the whole EP on youtube…this is to sooth your savage metal soul Brian…