Tell dem already, we have to tell dem again…

My younger Granddaughter and I at the Tex-Mex restaurant that my older Granddaughter worked at. Neither one of my Granddaughters really dig where I’m coming from musically, even though I have extremely broad taste and appreciation, they are both exclusively top 40 pop fans. I am glad that at least they like some kind of music, have hope for them to grow and actually the older one when presented with a live set of the Viagra Boys, told me she kind of, liked them. I don’t care what genre you pick, fucking polka for all I care, you have to respect that someone is doing something creative. Having played in bands for a brief period, I understand the effort and risk that goes into creating songs. I also understand what it’s like to be at the very foot of the mountain of musical success, playing parties and small gigs…not really trying to be successful at anything but having a good time along the way.

Fucking eh, when you talk about top 5 metal bands for me in the pan-genre of metal, you got Black Sabbath, Saint Vitus, Venom, Weedeater and Dead Horse. Like all those bands, when I was first exposed to them, Dead Horse was a mind blower (shit will make even the baldest motherfucker grow lovely long locks). Pretty sure I’ve mentioned these guys a time or two and how Ron Kuka (RIP) and Bob Kasitz turned me onto them along with a slew of other greats from the late 80’s and early 90s. Dead horse did a 2020 remix of their first album and it’s absolutely scorching…this has always been my fave tune…

A couple of badass Armenian gals from 1895…just love this photo and wish that perhaps I could have shared a cup of coffee with them.

The Bern has an anime! I know folks have their opinions on the man and his philosophy and my own opinions are pretty whacked out to most, but he reminds me of my Grandpa in a few ways, which makes him cool to me.

My virtual pal Björn during the COVID thing has been listening to his record collection alphabetically and has been letting me know where he’s at with various selections. The other day he hit the Saints and what a perfect place to be…such a kick ass band! I haven’t heard this song in 30 years…

Murderer! Murderer!

Tell dem I a ready, we have to tell dem again
Tell dem I a ready, we have to tell dem again
Tell dem I a ready, we have to tell dem again

Dem a murderer
Dem a murderer
They coming down my area want to kill off the youth

Dress up in a jacket and them dress up in a tie
Come a crew toast want to tell them lies
Dem a murderer
Tell dem I a ready, we have to tell dem again
Tell dem I a ready, we have to tell dem again

Cause them muggin’ out them Jeep want to kick out my teeth
Coming out them Corvette want to lick off my head
Come into my lane want to flight out out my brain
Dem dress up in a jacket and dem dress up in a tie
Want to deprive a my summer rides

Dem a murderer
Dem a murderer

Watch them, watch them, watch them, watch them a come
Watch them, watch them, watch them, watch them a come
Dem a vampire (they always suck out the blood)
Watch them, watch them, watch them, watch them a come
Watch them, watch them, watch them, watch them a come

Dem a murderer

Tell dem I a ready, we have to tell dem again
Tell dem I a ready, we have to tell dem again
Anyone we no like we no keep them friend
Cause we don’t feel we don’t chat to them
Cause dem a murderer, dem a murderer

Dress up in a jacket and dem dress up in a tie
Want to deprive a my summer rides
Cause them muggin’ out them Jeep want to kick out my teeth
Come into my lane want to flight out my brain
Dem dress up in a black and want to send a death cat
Cause them a murderer

Murderer
Murderer

Watch them, watch them, watch them, watch them a come
Watch them, watch them, watch them, watch them a come
Dem a vampire
Dem a vampire

Tell dem I a ready, we have to tell dem again
Tell dem I a ready, we have to tell dem again
Anyone we no like we no keep them friend
Cause we don’t feel we don’t chat to them
Cause them a murderer
Cause them a murderer

God bless and say no man curse, duck for a trench a I end up in a hearse
Dem a murderer (they always suck out the blood)
Watch them, watch them, watch them, watch them a come
(Dem a murderer)
Watch them, watch them, watch them, watch them a come
(Dem a murderer)

Tell dem I’m ready, we have to tell dem again (dem a murderer)
Tell dem I’m ready, we have to tell dem again
Anyone we no like we no keep them friend
Cause we don’t feel we don’t chat to them
Cause them a murderer

It’s a bad time for bad times…

In a Syd Barrett kind of mood…not sure that means emotionally or spiritually for me. Making a mixed tape with some of my faves of his and the early PF stuff (did include the much later song ‘Vera” from the Wall, but I just feel Syd’s presence in that song). I feel like he must have been a very loving man if his music is any indication and reading the Wikipedia thing on him was interesting…although when I went to the wiki home page the featured article was on the Mercenary War and had the image below…

The Roman’s were some cruel dudes crucifixion went on for centuries (wonder when that practice stopped and who was the last person)…unfortunately Syd’s musical career was all too brief…

Monster’s of music…for those educators out there (aren’t we all students and teachers), these two characters would be a great place to start for the youth of the day in their studies of music.

I’ve told the story of meeting Lemmy many times I’d imagine, but I just wanted to remind you that I have had a beer with the legend (while you probably have not)…plus I found this killer flyer.

A little sad tonight, not boohoo kind of sad or depressed, I’ve just lost faith in humanity. We had a chance to come together during a human crisis (of which I believe there are many that have been going on for some time now), but we chose a different path, we chose selfishness and self destruction (the S & M Culture). Thank god over the years I have ended up surrounding myself with outstanding friends. This dozen or so folks are the cream of the crop, the apex of friendship…you know who you are and I care deeply for y’all. You are the reason for my existence and what little sanity I have. I know this song is kinda dorky when you think back to how the straightedge scene evolved into something besides just good old hardcore punk…jock rock is what it became, I guess. This was when it still had class, although for you Brothers and Sisters out there, I do not think of us as monks standing together in the rain (or do I).

Best years of your life You know it’s true
You’re like a brother to me I’m like one to you
We’ve had some great times And despite the bad
I know that these years Are the best that I’ve ever had

Brotherhood
Brotherhood
Brotherhood
True ’til death

My mustard collection…mostly generic store brand stuff…not in any particular order other than how tall the containers are…the ones are the ends are my faves…on the left is homemade jalapeño mustard and the one on the far right, my new fave is the Melinda’s habanero honey mustard….Mmmm Mmmm!

To finish this up, Brother Björn turned me onto these fucking rad guys…

I’ll still be here…

Got the email below (along with the incredible, on so many levels, photograph above) and felt like I should share it as it’s a good example of what kind of communication I wish I got more of from those seeking a review. Mustard Relics is just me, at times embarrassingly exposed for whatever the hell it is I am and whatever the fuck this place is about. There is no we, unless you include whoever I’m talking to when no one is around, and sadly there is no way I can spew my usual bullshit AND do a review of every artist presented to me. With that said, not everyone has the time or gumption to personalize a request, but I sure do like it when they do. Here’s the latest request…

“I’m part of a NYC-based Americana duo called baby chemist. I loved reading and listening through Mustard Relics, finding Jenee Halstead’s pop-country bopping “Solitary People” and Sierra Ferrell’s rustic “Rosemary” from your late night early morning… entry. I laughed quite a bit at your mention of the Indie Bible…as we in fact found Relics through it. Hope we’re not adding too much to your queue!
We’re releasing a new single on 12/28 called “I’ll Still Be Here:” a cosmic country, astral Americana space ballad to close out this chaotic year with some calm vibes. If it were a mood, it’d be that lulling feeling after the holidays but before New Years when you’re in your sweats on your couch half wine-drunk and pondering your existence. We would greatly appreciate your consideration to be reviewed!”

They took the time to check out MR, so figure I can give them a few minutes of my time. I’m a mood listener when it comes to choosing what I want to spin at any particular time and this is good mood stuff. The latest song, which you’ll have to wait until it’s released on the 28th to hear, is their best yet (although you get huge points covering one of my favorite Hank Williams tunes…especially the fact that they made the song theirs and didn’t butcher it by even attempting to yodel). I have never heard an act called Americana, so I’ll have to use this as a reference point…pop-folk or new-old timey you might call them in my book. “I’ll Still Be Here” reminds me a bit of that gal in the Cowboy Junkies…Katie’s voice is very warm and soothing, relaxed, like a light massage. For some reason, it popped into my head that this song would be cool in a soundtrack for a movie with a landscape scene that is lonely but also inviting, not tense at all, if that makes sense. Good start to the day stuff thoughtful (if not painfully ironic in it’s goodness)…a tall glass of water and a wide cup of coffee to your success and happiness Katie (& Travis)!

Music | baby chemist (bandcamp.com)

baby chemist | NY, NY | Americana Retro band & songwriting duo (babychemistband.com)

…sweet violence…

Well the train is finally and rapidly approaching the station on this one…the mythical Mustard Relics Records #3 (we are now on #10)…the Blitzkrieg Baby “Violence” lathe 7″ (which was supposed to be a flexi, but I ran out of money). The lathes are in hand just waiting on the printers for the sleeve. Like all my lathes, limited to just 28 handmade in real time copies. These motherfuckers were lovingly made and at this point are the pride and joy of the Relics. The song itself will be released tomorrow on all the usual sites for that type of thing…but y’all can give it a listen below. Absolutely honored to have this work of art on the label and to be involved with the genius that is Kim Sølve and his Blitzkrieg Baby! Two weeks…