Ache…

Myself and my old high school chum Ivan in the parking lot at Monte Carlo Deli & Pinocchio Restaurant where he bought the wife and I a wonderful lunch. Great to see someone who was a big part of my life, happy and in a good space.  With so much death around me it’s a relief and inspiring to see the living…

“People are born soft and weak. They die hard and stiff.” – Lao Tzu

Going through old emails and found a reference to this band from my virtual pal Aiden in Australia, “There isn’t a lot of great music coming out of Australia these days from what I can tell, but you might want to check out “A Laughing Death in Meatspace”. It’s not at all like the kind of music you’ve sent me, but it’s a recent Australian album that doesn’t suck… so yeah…”

Just an aside, I have been talking about (TCB) taking care of business in the new year and my buddy Darryl informed me that is what Elvis called his band, the TCB Band…looked for something Elvis and found this little bit of hardcore rockabilly instead…

Speaking of conversations with my pal Darryl, we were talking about the separation of church and state, and I recalled reading about this statue that was a response to a Christian group wanting to place a ten commandments statue in front of some courthouse somewhere…

Drove through the town that I work in, Hill City, this brisk Sunday morning and the streets were bare. First thing that came to mind was the people were either in church or nursing a hangover. Then I thought of my cousin Renee, we were with Grandpa when he died. She is a rare example of a good old down to earth Christian, a genuinely good person (her husband Kirk too…love those two). After Grandpa died I took her to LA so she could fly out from there and on the 4 hour drive we shared music with each other via the rental’s blue tooth. I’m not usually into Christian music, pop, rock, metal, whatever (so contrived and watered down) but she played some pretty good stuff, this tune of hers especially stood out as something passionate (the vocal are crazy cool)…


So football today, the playoffs…I have a love hate relationship with the game, there’s all kinds of factors, jocks, money, politics and so on, but I really just like to see great athletes competing against each other. Sometimes, to be honest, I prefer watching the local high school games and then again the local folks are mostly a bunch of yahoos, who would rain on my parade if I’d let them.  LA Rams won their game so they are in the Super Bowl, now just need the Patriots to lose.  Then off to bed with the hopes of having a good day tomorrow cuz then it’s off to Denver Wednesday with my buddy Shawn to see the almighty Weedeater, Corrosion of Conformity and a couple of others…should be off the hook.  Below is the flyer…

Think I’ll end this with a nice compilation someone did of a Beastie Boys thing on MTV back in 92 for the Check Your Head Album (I saw them 2 years later with the Bad Brains…top 5 shows in my life)…

Have a good week y’all!

आसक्ति ही दुख की जड़ है

On my journey to California last week was looking for something calming and happened upon a Buddhist temple in Little Tokyo. It was closed so went back the next during “business” hours and, sure enough, they were closed again to the “public” for some kind of “private” service…hahahaha…so had to be satisfied with the little bit of calming that the outside of a temple can provide, oh well. Not to be deterred, had some time before the flight home, so did go to another temple in Sun Valley/North Hollywood (not sure which town we were in) and there we found a large Buddha outside (unfortunately no pics, but suffice it to say it was sufficiently calming).

Also of note, they did have some movie channels in the motel (a very interesting little bungalow type affair on the Glendale/Burbank border on Victory) and of note were The Green Mile, Mr. Right (which stars the actor who played Wild Bill in the Green Mile) and The Warrior’s Way…I HIGHLY recommend all three of those flicks….

On the same block as the motel was this spot, but I never got the chance to go in when they were open…

The original lineup of the Plasmatics from what I understand (unknown photographer).  Except for at least one boot, I have at least on variation of everything they’ve released, including of course Wendy’s solo stuff.  I would love to have seen them during that period in New York.  Suppose there’s lots a New York stuff that was cool around that time.  The late 70s was just a great time for music all over the place really n it all just exploded in the 80s.  In 79 I was young but I had a slight inclining that there was a thing happening that was much bigger and more important than Donny and Marie, and the Bee Gees…

Stumbled across this factoid…Mississippi Fred McDowell was born today in 1906…and then I spent the next 20 minutes in awe of him on these two vids…


I am committed to remembering this guy when I am faced with adversity the rest of this year…fuck it, you know what I’m saying…do right and take care of business.  Speaking of (TCB) taking care of business, you ever taken two healthy shits, one right after the other (and I don’t mean diarrhea), it’s like you got up too soon before you were done, but afterwords of course there is a great feeling of satisfaction and relief. There’s a life lesson in that kids…

Grandpa…

We lost the patriarch of the family, my Grandpa on new years day. A hell of a good man and he will most definitely be missed, but he went out exactly how he wanted to…peacefully in his sleep. We lost a lot in the last two years, grandpa, his wife Gerry, my Aunt Donna and my Mom…that’s enough of that as far as I’m concerned.  The picture is of him in 1947 playing football for Codell the year they went undefeated.

I know this was probably posted before, but I wanted to dedicate this tune to my Grandfather, a shrinebuilder of sorts himself, although the tune itself is way out of his comfort zone when it comes to music…

This was me on my birthday at the Aquarium of the Pacific. You can buy these little cups of nectar and the birds go nuts for the nectar…classic. Felt good that particular moment and I’m still hoping for more moments like that this year. Been a rough lead in to turning the big 50. Seen a lot of shit and I’m tired of it, just wanting to cruise from here on out.

The animals in the Omen just fucking knew that Damien was the Antichrist…this character had a nice speech that was so obscenely full of fallacy…my logic professors must cringe every time they hear him speak.

A little chilly here today in NoWhere Kansas, with just enough breeze to make it a little unpleasant, but the sun is shining. The wind makes all the difference here, in the summer it’s a hot wind and in the winter the wind can be a deal breaker. Like I’ve said it may be colder where you live and I feel for ya…this is cold enough for me, we need the winter as a part of the cycle, but bring on the spring.

Crappy end to the year, so definitely looking forward to a new start, although it may be like it has always been when going to sleep and waking up to some kind of Groundhog Day nightmare. If I just could keep that optimistic feeling all day long, the one that I get when I have my first cup of coffee and cigarette in the morning…awwww…like Homer Simpson having a donut.

Let’s end this with some wisdom from the almighty Motorhead…don’t be that person, the one with no class…


Shut up you talk too loud
You don’t fit in with the crowd
I can’t believe you exist
I crossed you right off my list
Too much too soon
Way out of tune
No class [x5]
Ah baby no class
No class
No class
Way out you’re way out of line
No buddy I can’t spare a dime
Fade out baby that’s right
No bark and even less bite
Your perfect smile
Betrays your lack of style
No class [x5]
Ah baby no class
No class
No class
Too late ya can’t catch up now
You face the wrong way anyhow
I know you ain’t got the brain
To come in out of the rain
Too bad no magic
I’m afraid you’re merely tragic
No class [x5]
Ah baby no class
No class
No class

the day after Solstice…

Terrible, I think, is the word I used to describe today…ready for it to be over. No details necessary, you know how it goes, shit happens and you just hope it doesn’t happen to you. Already wasn’t really feeling the season, but I feel like I should have made the nice list this year…I guess I was mistaken today. So, onward and upward. Very optimistically I fucking FB posted this old Too Many Zooz vid as it was something I had shared 3 years ago when life was decidedly different for me (and perhaps for you as well)…yesterday was better than today…merry Xmas

So, feeling Charlie Brown tonight, which is a great time to share this, via my good pal Shawn…

never gets old sharing this Holiday classic…

above and beyond…

If you’re here, get off your phone (this site uses tons of data, because I’m GIF happy), best viewed and listened to on a computer,  preferably one that’s hooked up some way to decent speakers (like me) or you got some bitchen headphones (also like me). In other news (hahaha), missed the Mustard Relics 11th Anniversary last month…damn it (curse vs. cuss). If you have been and/or are a Relic cheers to you…I fucking mean that!

If you don’t like it here go to another music blog…seriously. Blogged & Quartered is a GREAT start, in fact Vin started his last massive uber-mega post mentioning the interview I did of him several months back…the guy is a beast of a music lover and has been a blog idol of sorts, for quite some time. Another legendary music blog, True Punk & Metal, is a damn good read on top as Nate has been in bands since forever, on both coasts. Check out this short one that I just tripped on…Üäïÿ¨Båaîoøhøiø “War Madness” ep

My big boy Mr. Pickles, waiting for a belly scratch…love my dog but like me he is perhaps an emotional train wreck…this one long lost virtual pal called me passive aggressive…I had to look it up but I’ve since forgotten what that means…I prefer just odd. I have yet to meet a person that wasn’t a wreck in some way shape or form. Reminds me of the drunks accusing me of being a drunk (and of course I was the drunken-est of all…slimeball).

Superior GIFmanship…I could only hope to create something so wonderfully contemplative…

Serenity now!!! Know what I’m talking about? Before my fall down black out drunk days, I was a normie like most people, I could drink not to get drunk, enjoy a fine beer.  Mid-90s was a good time for that living in San Diego and having a guys night out every Thursday with my pals Mark, Joe and Jimmy.   I would meet up with the guys at one of their houses in Pacific Beach or Clairmont where we’d have a couple of beers and a bowl or two.  Then off to a brewery restaurant type of thing of whoever’s choosing for a good meal and another beer or two.  Then back to the home we started at, for another bowl or two and then the newest episode of Seinfeld. Yeah fucking Seinfeld, love the show or don’t, won’t change the good times…

I also don’t care if you think 2018’s The Predator was a “disgrace to the fanchise” I thoroughly enjoyed it both in the theater and on my TV…

“Baby, hold on tight Magic carpet ride” …hell of a lyric to describe life sometimes…

Kaleidoscope of color from the fountain jubilee
Atomic rays of sadness shine beyond the silver tree
The distant sound of chaos brings the warriors to be
A ride upon the carpet and it takes me to my fantasy
Hold on tight
Baby, hold on tight
Magic carpet ride
The butterfly superior of cosmic dust and sand
Sings the hymn of mystery and shadows evil land
Ashes rise to fill my eyes as darkness takes my hand
Upon the carpet plays the tune of Mother Nature’s band
Hold on tight
Baby, hold on tight
Magic carpet ride
Here we go now
Give it to me
A mountain starts to crumble as we race the giant fly
Our sunrise falls to pieces as the priest decides to lie
A cavalcade funeral is marching across the sea
To nest the velvet eagle where the angels’ hearts will bleed
Baby, hold on tight
Come on, hold on tight
Magic carpet ride
Take it down now
Come on, take a ride with me upon the magic carpet

and then of course this song popped into my head…bluesy spaced out proto-stoner rock at it’s very best (beware, 10 minute song)…

I’ve got an orgone accumulator
And it makes me feel greater
I’ll see you sometime later
When I’m through with my accumulator
It’s no social integrator
It’s a one man isolator
It’s a back brain stimulator
It’s a cerebral vibrator
Of orgones
Severe orgones
Energy simulators
Just turn your eyeballs into craters
But an orgone accumulator
Is a superman creator
It’s no social integrator
It’s a one man isolator
It’s a back brain stimulator
A cerebral vibrator
Of orgones
Of orgones
Orgones
I’ve got an orgone accumulator
And it makes me feel greater
I will see you sometime later
When I’m through with my accumulator
It’s no social integrator
It’s a one man isolator
It’s a back brain stimulator
A cerebral vibrator
Of orgones
Of orgones
Of orgones
It’s all gone
It’s all gone
It’s orgones
It’s orgones

Let’s end this with three very cool dudes doing shit right when it comes to punk rock and roll. And of course thanx to my good friend and former band mate, Ed Cole for supplying me with a wonderful music care package that included this and some his solo stuff that I will be discussing (and posting? Ed?) soon…