Got those Sunday afternoon blues, knowing that in 12 hours I’ll be back in the thick of it at work. Makes me tired just thinking about it, what a way to go through life.” Now here it is Tuesday and in the thick of it I have been. It’s all good, I provide and, at the moment, I am satisfied. Then again it is the evening of the day, got my coffee and cigarettes, tunes playing and just generally feeling alright. Somebody in the know, posted this vid on fucking facebook, Jello and Primus doing a nice live rendition of Holiday in Cambodia (Right Guard will not help you here). It’s a fan vid so lacks something, but I’m no beggar or chooser and it turns out someone else posted a different view too.
Now that that’s over with, any thoughts on Jello? It seems like a lot of folk like to bag on him and really people think all the old timers are fair game for criticism. It’s human nature I think to point fingers at people though. I for one am grateful to Jello (and Steve Ignorant and Henry Rollins and the list goes on). I don’t know him, and I imagine he is flawed like every other person on the planet, but the reality for me is that he played a big part in opening my mind as a teen. Who are the mind openers kids have today?
How about Wall of Voodoo? Don’t know why they popped in my head, probably shouldn’t question it anyway. They were short lived in the classic incarnation of 1982, when they recorded the only two songs of theirs I’m familiar with, Ring of Fire and Mexican Radio. Those two are enough though to take them a notch above the one hit wonder status. Loved those songs, but embedded in my damaged brain more than anything else about the band is the video below…
Surprisingly (or not, I guess) heard this song on the local classic rock station today. Always thought of it as a sort of underground hit, but I suppose I first heard it when they were still underground, late 70s sometime. I don’t know, maybe this was what put them above ground. My buddy Roy “Hamsterhead” Miyake’s Mom, turned us onto them, she was artsy and had good taste in music (she turned us onto Kraftwerk too). If memory serves (which it doesn’t serve me well anymore) it was tunes like 
I was a real dickhead during the years surrounding this fine picture of me passed out. I’ve always had that dickhead in me and have exhibited it throughout my life, but at this time I was a very accomplished dickhead. Stumbling around drunk most of the time, with beautiful women (inside and out) coming to the realization that booze was my life and love was only something I fooled myself into believing I could give to others. Pathetic. For some reason makes me think of the The Mob’s 
