Wintertime…

Had a good Father’s Day despite a rough start. Talked to my Grandpa and to my Son Liam, and got a nice message from my Daughter Shandy and Granddaughters Laeh and Maddie.  Saw my buddy Darryl too (blessed to have good friends even when you’re surrounded by idiots).  That’s about all that Father’s Day means to me and that’s plenty.  Liam, always educating me in the finer points of underground rap/hip hop, tuned me onto this guy.  We were talking about the new Keith Ape tune and the topic of mumble rap came up…this is the epitome, badass!

Ro Dawg & G Gnome (feat. H-Bomb)

Doin’ a selfie with my Moms (way before they were even a thing, shit digital cameras hadn’t even been invented yet had they), sometime around ’88.  She probably wouldn’t dig me posting this pic, but I’m really feelin’ it right now…good times with Moms…

Hot as fuck today, was helping my buddy Darryl with some yard work at his Mom’s place and we both just about passed out.  Outta shape and fast approaching 50, but lately trynna smell the coffee (and I do make a damn fine cup of joe, if I do say so, myself).  The Wife is gone to Mexico, so gotta pick up some frozen bachelor food tomorrow, then back to my buddy Darryl’s Mom’s place for a Father’s Day BBQ…

Spinning on my virtual turntable earlier today…


No finer person on the face of the planet (No lesser man than Lorne Green, and Mr George Kennedy)…Jefe (aka The Leftoverking, G Gnome, et. al.).  I’ve known Jeff now for something like 30 years now and have had the pleasure of playing music with him (there’s an damn fine interview with him around here someplace. This here trio of tunes is something you wouldn’t in a million years hear if it wasn’t for my benevolence (and of course the fact that Jefe was kind enough to fill up a 16 GB flash drive with some of Humboldt’s finest musical moments and send it my way), so don’t ever say that Mustard never gave you nothing. All he had to say about it was…
recorded at jeffs house
roshawn beere and jeff langdon
halim beere guest voc
I fucking love it, when you have a couple of Humboldt’s best musicians, just farting around gangsta style, you get magic…hahahahah

Anderson .Paak – Come Down

My Wife forced us to watch the BET awards, some people’s thing, but not mine for the most part. Suffering through hours of music that obviously requires talent, but just as obviously, not what I was feeling…just to catch a minute of Snoop Dogg (she has a MILF crush on him). Anyway, one artist that I really dug though was this nice funky as fuck little ditty…

“Come Down”

[Intro:]
You niggas got me high
Niggas, tell me how?

[Verse 1:]
Hey! Well that’s exactly what a nigga came for
Huh, you doin’ shots from afar
I’m a meet you at your front door
Uh, so hard to be doing what you really meant for, beauty
Huh, but don’t I make it look easy
Don’t I make it look good

[Chorus:]
Now you, drank up all my liquor, come on
What I’m ‘posed to do now?
And you talkin’ all that shit, now come on
You gonna have to back it up
If I get too high now, sugar, come on
I might never come down
You know I might never come down
Let me get down
You might not never come down
Now let me come down
You might not never come down
Let me get down!

[Bridge:]
You may never ever come down
It took too long to get this high off the ground
Don’t run, just stay awhile

[Verse 2:]
Can’t beat it, can’t beat it, can’t beat it, can’t beat it with the big bad door
Can’t see her with this pitch black Gucci frames on
Let me take these bitches off
Let me get the full scope, hold up
Huh, full screen, HD, let me take another picture
Let me pull it to the pre-show
Wow, Cool beans, cool beans
That’s a whole lot of reefer
Let me help you with the pre-roll

[Chorus:]
You, drank up all my liquor, come on
What I’m ‘posed to do now?
And you talkin’ all that shit, now come on
You gonna have to back it up
If I get too high now, sugar, come on
I might never come down
You know I might never come down
Let me get down
You might not never come down
Now let me come down
You might not never come down
Let me get down!

[Bridge:]
You may never ever come down
It took too long to get this high off the ground
Don’t run, just stay awhile
You may never ever come down
It took too long to get this high off the ground
Don’t run, just stay awhile

[Skit:]
Before Vietnam, when boards were long and hair were short, the center of the surfing world was a place called Malibu

…not my bro

62 harleyDMe going on my first solo motorcycle ride, mid-70s sometime, my Uncle’s ’62 Harley, on my Grandma and Step-Grandpa’s (pictured) farm in Zurich, Kansas. Oh, the joy of a simpler life, not having to deal with adult bullshit. I’m sure the adults around me were dealing with their own mountains of it, but I sure liked just wondering when the next adventure would begin. My Son is now 19 (20 in August), and he is already having to deal with more than he should. I’m sure there’s lots of good times, but I see him with demons circling, just like I did at his age. I hope he has chance to enjoy his youth and go smoothly into adulthood, instead of making the poor decisions I did. Oh God, regrets! Anybody got those? The intro to this song is just perfect…


Speaking of my Son, he is visiting now and I couldn’t be any happier. Like his old man, he is a music lover (I’ve mentioned that numerous times before), his thing is rap or hip hop. Not my cup of tea at first, especially the sub-genres that are going on about “bitches” and “niggers” or the infatuation with materialism, but a good song is a good song, and I’m lost here culturally. I know zero other people who are into rap, so he is the one who educates me. The latest is this laid back drawl…

And then there’s this interview with Wiz Khalifa et al on B Real’s Smokebox. Hilarious towards the end when some of the dudes are overcome by the smoke…