When I See An Elephant Fly

I'd given up.

This "thing" wasn't going to happen in my life.

That's for others. Braver souls. Luckier ones.

Met the right woman.

Dug my heels in.

Acted the fool.

Yet....

Today was like being baptized, confirmed, saved, and getting hit with a ball bat.

I got's married.

Thank you.

It's On!

After 2 years and more hell than any woman should have to put up with, Gracious Tech Person and I are going to tie the knot on Saturday. Bless the woman, she's a saint(sort of) and loves me more than I deserve. Your prayers are welcome and solicited.

Since Emmalea looks EXACTLY like me, I was proud to sign ze papers in the hospital that day. And I was quoted back to myself by both G.T.P. and my mom for saying "Well, Reckon that means we'll have to get married now."

I wouldn't say I've enjoyed being a bachelor all my life. Up until I was 34, it was a freaking pain in the ass. At that point, I hit my stride and had a succession of great girlfriends for the next ten years, but bless their pointed little heads, they had neither the sand or the grit to stand up to me.

Despite all my bluster and roaring and puffed up asshole-isms, Beth has always gone toe to toe when pushed to her limits. Respect? Hell, yeah, I respect her. Dig her looks? You betcha. She's movie star pretty when she wants to be.

In the end, though, despite all my ungroundedness and chasing of fantasies, I never did walk away and She never gave me my walking papers. Guess we all have to grow up sometime.

They say having a kid will change you. It didn't except to just make me less caustic and abrasive some of the time. I've always been a soft hearted/soft headed individual. My family, my raising and my morals(no matter how neglected) would not allow me to raise my kid in some split affair.

And I do love her, so there. Let all the phones in the world whizz past my noggin because the battling bickersons are making it legal.

(When I was a kid, i loved to read "Andy Capp" by Reg Smythe. Role Model? Mayhaps, but no one could deny that Andy and Florrie didn't love each other. Let the dust clouds of fury commence!)

Hottie:


Beast and Beauty:


"What hath God wrought?", he said with a shit eating grin. Not that I'm scared shitless or anything.....nooooooooo, not me.

Excelsior!!

Baby Time (again)

So...she's 11 weeks or so today, I think. Forgive me if I'm unclear because I'm running on two hours sleep. Yeah, Boyyyyy!

Anyway, on with the show!

Reason In The Season

Screw politics, screw depression, screw art for art's sake and screw trying for a cheap laugh, it's Christmas.

May you and yours have the very merriest Christmas and best wishes for the New Year!


From all of us at JazzBass Central: L'chaim!

Now git, but don't shoot your eye out, kid.

Gall, Unmitigated

I'm no friend of either party. I like my representatives at local and federal levels to actually govern prudently. Talk about wishful thinking.

In today's Washington Post blog, a man speaks of the frail soul of humanity and the loss of decorum in today's political atmosphere. Ladies and Gentlemen, Billy Shaheen:

(Addressing the issue of electability concerning experience-less candidates Obama and Edwards, Shaheen said Republicans would work to highlight negative aspects or concoct mistruths about the records of the two men.)

"The Republicans are not going to give up without a fight ... and one of the things they're certainly going to jump on is his (Obama) drug use," said Shaheen, the husband of former N.H. governor Jeanne Shaheen, who is planning to run for the Senate next year. Billy Shaheen contrasted Obama's openness about his past drug use -- which Obama mentioned again at a recent campaign appearance in New Hampshire -- with the approach taken by George W. Bush in 1999 and 2000, when he ruled out questions about his behavior when he was "young and irresponsible."

Shaheen said Obama's candor on the subject would "open the door" to further questions. "It'll be, 'When was the last time? Did you ever give drugs to anyone? Did you sell them to anyone?'" Shaheen said. "There are so many openings for Republican dirty tricks. It's hard to overcome."

So I think this guy is inferring that Brack Obama is incapable of saying "That's none of your business." or "I'm happy to answer your concerns.", thus making all real men comment "What a pussy!"

Oh, and what's with the claim that legimate questions and concerns are now Republican dirty tricks. Donald Segretti would be proud.

(hat tip: Glenn Reynolds)

Google Conspires Against A Genuine Hero

So go to Google and enter Jeanne Assam, then hit Images and see what you get.

Explain that one to me, will ya?

I got an answer but it would mean liberal bias exists, and we all know that's just a vast right wing concoction.

Hello, brave new world.

Six Weeks Today

What the hell? a.k.a. Cognition

Exhaustion a.k.a. Madonna and child. (Guess who's who?)

Five Weeks In

Well, Who'da Thunk It?

new beginnings

and new endings

never going to stop

this old world keeps on turning

even if you hop on pop

bittersweet turns out to be gold

with eyes that look like mine

so at least with forward motion

i will pass the time

sleepy, cranky, mad as hell

shaking fists at circumstance

as one day flows into the next

maybe this will pass

blessings galore, talent and brains

maybe she won't be like me

no dour faces, and in her own places

she will fly high and free

(Emmalea Mae Rogers came into this world at 6:48 p.m on October 22, 2007. Please pray for her and her mom. They will need it.)

because

Cut Off

You ever been cut off from something? How did you handle it? With grace and style or did you fall down and wail and gnash your teeth? or just stoic acceptance?

Life is fun!

We get to decide how we react to things. I think that's called character.

I think.

Excuse me a moment, i have to go smoke like eric von stroheim.

Now that's how you (cough) handle (cough, hack) things. (Hack!)

Damn, I feel like Oscar Levant. Oh, wait. I AM Oscar Levant!

Blappy Hirthday!

Wheee! Made it another year. Sometime last weekend. Not bad for a guy who never figured on living past 30. now if i can make it to 50, eh?

Splitting The Difference

Elvis' deathday always makes me think. When he croaked, I was rehearsing with the little rock and roll band that my best friend had dragged me into. My voice hadn't changed yet, so I was singing all the lead vocals. Adenoidal dreams, no doubt. Anyhoo, we used to set up our instruments and amplifiers on the drummer's carport. His mom came out crying like her life was over and told us the news. Scott said his mom was a fan...short for fanatic...and how.

We were just kids, barely in our teens, but we knew a little something about rock and roll. Showing respect, we had a moment of silence and then came back and did a medley of every elvis song that we could think of, and some that we couldn't.

so, tip of the hat here to he and me. my birthday comes two days after his deathday and i always liked "elvis live at the international hotel" the best, so as a fan, here's to you, King:

Elvis and I order Domino's Pizza with extra cheese
Suckin' down Formula 44D
Elvis and I put on diapers and extra sheer pantyhose
We never argue or overdose
He says, "Do I look fat to you?"
I say, "No King, it's not true.
You just have very big bones."
And then he fires his .44 into the television
Elvis and I
Elvis and I
Elvis and I
Elvis and I
Elvis and I put on big belts and drive down to Burger King
He lets me croon and I let him steer
Elvis and I fry up demorol tablets and bacon grease
Torkin' down microwave tacos and beer
He says, "I don't wanna be on no stamp man."
I say, "I understand."
He says, "My mama should be on that stamp man."
And then he fires his .44 into the television
Elvis and I
Elvis and I
Elvis and I
Elvis and I
Elvis and I chop up onions and methamphetamines
We cook 'em up with some peanut butter and cheese
Elvis and I call up Cadillac dealerships all night long
Suckin' down Ny Quil stingers and cheese
He says, "What the hell's Lisa Marie thinking,
With that Michael Jackson crap?
She should have married Janet or LaToya or Tito or even Mahalia Jackson."
Elvis and I
Elvis and I
Elvis and I
Elvis and I

Spot on, Mr. Leary.

Do the clam, y'all. dig in.

Drop And Give Me Delicious Juxtaposition, Maggot!

Reg Smythe - creator of seminal influence "Andy Capp" - once said "little things amuse little minds."



NSFW but jeez, go for it. watch at the end for the stabbing motion that accompanies the "war face".

i'm a mighty humble bumble to the twisted mind that did this.

i don't get out much, do i?

A Man Can Dream

best. name. ever.

Dick Trickle

i know it's all beavis and butthead-y but i could never watch a race he was in without snickering.

F.T.B.

start rant:

Fuck The Beatles.

Fuck Led Zeppelin.

Double Fuck The Rollling Stones.


Today is "The Who" day at JazzBass Central.

Every day is "Who" day. Don't kid yourself that it's not.

'Cause they win. They had Entwistle and MOON!

/rant

Nothing Like A Typo...

.....to ruin your day.

apocraphal?

apoc-crap-phal is more like it.

and sometimes Y.

Just Sit Right Back And You'll Hear A Tale

reckon that kid baking thing was an apocraphal tale/urban legend.

sorry.

ah well, there are still plenty of real atrocities to go around.

The Horror

They may be fucked in the ear about Abe Lincoln and the War of Northern Agression but the PowerLine guys do some good work. This is a must read post with links to Micheal Yon and Michael Leeden's good work and shows the courage it takes to really report on this "civil war in Iraq" and exactly who "the insurgents" are.

Cowards in the american "press" refuse to report the truth about Al-Qaeda and jihad, so let's go to the source:

The official reported that on a couple of occasions in Baqubah, al Qaeda invited to lunch families they wanted to convert to their way of thinking. In each instance, the family had a boy, he said, who was about 11 years old. As LT David Wallach interpreted the man’s words, I saw Wallach go blank and silent. He stopped interpreting for a moment. I asked Wallach, “What did he say?” Wallach said that at these luncheons, the families were sat down to eat. And then their boy was brought in with his mouth stuffed. The boy had been baked. Al Qaeda served the boy to his family.

You reckon that's the Bush cabal's handiwork right there? I dun't think so.

If you want to know what's going on in iraq, read Pat Dollard and Micheal Yon and Bill Roggio. Get to Googling! (Don't miss InDC's Bill's experiences as an embed either.)

Pray if you do. If you don't, at least tell someone about this bullshit cover-up/leave it out. Tenured radicals are bringing this country down piece by piece and are in collusion with the Congress and the sad policies of the current administration.

Sad days, but there are brighter ones ahead.

The Iraqis now see us as fellow tribesman. All in such a short time. This is about hearts and minds because that's the way to beat the Islamic Jihadis and Wahabbists, by using their own methods to unmask them.

The horror is that they baked those kids. The horror is also the refusal of the media to show that to the world.

Happy 5th of July

Mm, boy, what a day yesterday.

As I sat on my butt and read the news of the day and reflected on our American heritage, i thought about how crappy things are in the world. Even with the intelligentsia taking civics out of the classroom and the continuation of the downward spiral of our "lack of education" system, this blessed land is still the place everyone wants to come to to find personal freedom. Plus they all want our dolla bills, y'all.

so say a prayer of thanks for the blessings of liberty. or don't..cause, you know, here in America you have the freedom to exist in one of the only places you can live, loathe and just be a schmuck about things like that and not be thrown under the jail for disagreeing with the administration/government.

Fat People Suck

and not in a good way. i know. i'm one of them.

indolence and lethargy, plain and simple.

Bah!

Truth To Corrupt Power

My Senator, Bob Corker, shows his common sense in addressing the kennedy/bush "immigration" travesty.

Corker: “I have voted three times against cloture, and will vote a fourth time against it…A lot of different things at play–compassion, cheap labor, party politics…America has lost faith in our government’s ability to do the things it says it’s gonna do…People feel they are losing their government. Not to people who speak or look differently. They are losing it to a government not doing the things it says it will do.”

Exactly. Today, the Republic prevailed.

Epiphany

Figured out who the guy was that went "yessssssss..." and then was incredibly sarcastic. He did a lot of work with Jack Benny and Lucille Ball.

Frank Nelson.

I got him and the Cookie Mooching Bear's voice mixed up in my head.

Damn Senate!

Another Shudder

was just googling something. noticed because of blogger, i'm signed into Google.

great. now i'm evil.

i know what jack benny would say about that.

Have You Called Your Senator or That Assbag Kennedy Yet?

Maybe the worst travesty in the history of the United States Senate won't happen.

what Malkin is good at:

(Talking about our misery that is the Senate and Administration, Tom Coburn actually speaks truth to power.)

6:30pm update. Tom Coburn on the floor. Typing as fast as I can here:

“We have failed to instill the confidence in the American people in the Congress that we are about doing what is in the best long-term interest of our country. It’s not about being against immigration or for immigration. It’s not about being against or for an ethnic group. It’s not about liberal or conservative. It’s about the worry the American people have about the concept we call liberty…There’s worry that the thing that gives us liberty, which is the rule of law, is somehow being tinkered with in a way that undermines our confidence and security in what the American Dream is all about.”

Couldn’t say it better myself.

I never thought that I'd say some shit like this but mega-fucking-dittoes! The apocalypse is nigh!

Any kid or adult in America that ever saw Schoolhouse Rock's "I'm Just A Bill" understands that this is some kind of end run/hail mary by the Bush Administration in concert with some of the worst people to ever serve the citzens. I suddenly pray harder and harder for our troops. I did not vote for Tammanny Hall! Props to Sen Corker for never considering it and Sen. Alexander for actually listening to the 75% of the constituents who oppose a criminal act being perpetuated by their elected representives.
What kind of crust do you have to have to try to pass legislation that hasn't even been to committee? This is Washington, D.C. that we're talking about. The stench of Bush, McCain and Kennedy alone should give anyone pause.

Hey, does anyone remember the wonderful solutions that were passed by the Government towards fixing Social Security?

Bueller?

Bueller?

(Shout out to Jack Sheldon, Trumpet Player and Vocalist on "I'm just a bill." Remember Jack's banter with Merv on the Merv Griffin show? Merv?? Who names their kid Mervin anyway?)

How Hard Things Hit Ya

I don't eat many Swiss Cake Rolls anymore either.

Midnight, Not A Sound From The Pavement

The moon may have lost her memory but I haven't. I did most of my learning to be a good musician alongside my best friend. His name was Terry Crigger. He was an honorable man. Why he was my best friend, I'll never know.

Anyways, while I was having an "emotional" moment watching The Who at the Concert for New York City, it occurred to me that I hardly ever listen to the music he taught me the most about. Favorite bands like The Who, Skynyrd, The Beatles, CCR, and KISS don't get much play on my hard drive.

Least I got to know him. He was a good egg and a talented cat. He taught me how to rock and roll, how you actually use a capo, what a slide is, and how you play slide guitar in standard tuning. ("that open tuning stuff is for acoustic guitar")

Speaking of, I had developed this fixation with my sister's 12 string. It was imperative that I master "Octopus' Garden" for some reason. Talk about an earworm. I guess I always was a song and dance man at heart. So Terry and I are talking one day and he says his folks had got him a guitar a year or so earlier. I didn't think anything about it at the time except "Cool, he gets to do that cool stuff too". Ah, eloquence.

In time I started to ask him things like why is this band actually good, why does this one suck, why does the one that sucks rock harder than the music school grads, how does this guy do that, and junk like that and stuff.

He showed me what he knew and taught me how to figure stuff out too. It wasn't long before I got an ear and more. Did you know you can make a symphony with rhythm guitars?

I learned that too and more, more, more like how to play Pinball Wizard, how to play Revolution by The Beatles, what's good about the White Album (some..lol, take that, sir paul!), how to use your pinky to play the boogie woogie/chuck berry rhythm guitar, how to play rhythm guitar in the first place, how to have a light touch, how to have a heavy touch without playing heavy, what the fuck those chords are that Pete Townshend is using, how you can borrow any record as long as you bring it back knowing all the music on it because you got just as much fire as he does, how to have good taste in the first place, and most of all He let me play like I felt, which was usually very good.

How could we not feel good? We were conquerors of the octave, rulers of the blues scale. It was the best of times as kids and as young adults too. There is something about learning how to do something, especially if you want to and you want to be good at it. Putting in 3 hour sets three or four days a week and going all day on saturdays was just how it was. If there was any tune we wented to do, we learned it the right way, then arranged it for a 3 piece rock and roll band. You ain't no punk, you punk. You wanna talk about the real junk?

For Kriest's sake, he handed me the first copy of Jimi Hendrix's "Smash Hits" I ever held in my life, plus he had most of the Beatles albums! Remember when the Beatles didn't suck? Ha!

I think it's time for the version of "Won't Get Fooled Again" from The Kids Are Alright soundtrack. That knee slide was a defining moment in our young lives.

Wish I had some Coca-Cola and a Little Debbie Swiss Cake Roll.

Go, Johnny, Go!

You Know, It's A Funny Thing About Ted Nugent

He doesn't play like an asshole.

(Rimshot!)

No Veggies, Please

you stand there once again

with your heart in your hand

and offer it to them freely

with no hard requests or demands

just some time is all you ask

to sit and laugh and talk

and though you don't see it coming

they always seem to balk


it's not the way you look

or the way you wear your hair

even though you're an open book

and brave your soul to bare

it's just another disconnect

that you didn't expect

try not to take it so hard

it could be everything about you

or nothing in particular at all

just try to smile all the while

and next time play a different card


so chin up, young soul who's trying

get that face up off the ground

it could always have been worse, you know

you could have not even left the stall

so while you are a thoroughbred

and wild and free inside

it's not repudiation, just disinclination

so let your soul begin to glide



it's not the way you talk

or the things that you say

just another time that wasn't right

tomorrow is a brand new day

you might feel rough and ragged

like you got beat with heavy sticks

but you were designed with a plan in mind

surely you can take another lick

and even if it feels like

the worse kind of lonely pain

without the darkest hours

how would the sunshine come again

and it always comes again

Wednesday's Duane Allman Pic (for Donnah)

Brother Duane in 1970 - at the Warehouse in N'awlins - is sporting a cherry sunburst Gibson "Les Paul" standard with the stock Kluson tuning gears.

Wail on, Skydog!!

What She'd Say

You don't answer my call
With even a nod or a wink
But you gaze at your own reflection!
You don't seem to see me
But I think you can see yourself.
How can the mirror affect you?

Can you hear me
or do I surmise?
That you fear me?
Can you feel my temper rise?

Do you hear or fear or
Do I smash the mirror.
Do you hear of fear or
Do I smash the mirror?

Another Tricky Day

I miss my dog. well, he wasn't mine, you see, i was his. He adopted me from the minute he laid eyes on me. I came around the corner of the house where he lived and i noticed the dog straining to get off his lead and run to me. The lady I was dating was all "be careful, he could hurt you." I knew different. That dog just wanted to say hello to me. None of them could figure it out - but then, they were a bunch of yankees - but i knew different. I knew different.

In time the lady and I cohabitated in a splendid ancient mobile home that was situtated on a small corner lot with a fenced in yard. Therein did the dog reside and live a happy life chasing the ball for me every day. No matter what my mood, my outlook, my level of sickness...that dog lived and breathed to be aware of what i was doing and if i was awake, to be by my side. sometimes i didn't appreciate it. Then there were other times.......

When i was a kid, i had a german shepard that could have cared less to come when i called her, so now typical "boy and his dog" story for me as a lad, no sir. So here i am at 40 something with an 80 lb, five year old black labrador in my lap with his head on my shoulder and he's literally whimpering with joy to be close to me.

Linda would come in from work and find me with the dog either in the floor with my arm over him or on the bed (yes, sometimes i fell asleep before she got home and got caught) with my arm over him. When she wasn't getting mad at the attention the dog got, she would marvel over the dog's character when he was around me.

Evidently this sweet animal had been mistreated before they got him and he'd been what we down south call "a handfull" as far as being nice to people or having what is known as a sunny dispostion.

All I know is from the time I saw him first to the time I saw him last, that dog loved me, unconditionally. He chose me.

One time Linda said "you love that dog more than me." I replied "don't make me choose 'cause you will lose."

Well, nature took it's course and the relationship came to an end. I asked her if i could have the dog because for a year and a half all i'd heard her say is "that's your dog", right? well, i knew what the answer was, it was no and she would keep him. I thought that's fine. i'm going back to the burbs, she's staying in the boonies, so he'll be happy.

he was murdered not six months later when some cretinous goon thought it would be a lark to kill lots of dogs in the north georgia area with poisoned meat thrown into people's yards.

His name was Gus. He was a good dog. He was never more proud than when he was coming back to me with that ball that i'd thrown for him to find. He got in my lap at inopportune times because he wanted to be with me 24-7. He would have defended me and stayed by my side the rest of my life.

Some days I miss him more than others. Watching Star Wars last night, when Chewie tries to go apeshit(dogshit?)when they are freezing Han, i bawled like a baby.

He was a good dog. He chose me. He deserved better. I should have been there for him.

and not even a picture of the two of us exists.

Tell someone you love that you love them - today - and for all humanity's sake, Be Nice To Animals, mmmm'kay?

useless verse

she got me a guitar
les paul in cherry red
a sunburst for all to see
so much better than words said

she got me a place to stay
that my heart won't get hurt
safe haven against the world
so i don't feel like less than dirt

she looked at me as i said bye
and i knew it was all ok
safer and secure
than on any other day

the soul of a woman
calls to me
like a beacon in the dark
or the siren's song in mythology

all i am is me
and all i can give is that
so if you want to see me
let me know and i'll be there in nothing flat

time is precious and hard to come by
when you work so much like some
just know that my arms await you
when your working day is done

Ian Gillan Pegged It

Maybe it's because I'm only starting
That I think it won't take too long
Maybe it's because I can see you laughing
That I think you've got it wrong
Maybe I could be like Robin Hood
Like an outlaw dressed all in green
Someone said what's he gonna turn out like
And someone else said never mind
Well I was big and bold and more than twice as old
As all the cats I'd ever seen
I grew my hair and bought a suit
Of shiny white or was it cream
I shook and shivered danced and quivered
And stood on a mountain top
No one came from miles around and said
Man your music is really hot

Well I knew what they meant because I was a freak
My throat was tired and worn
My pretty face just looked out of place
As they poured on the scorn
I wrote on yellow paper from a man who was the king
He said my boy we'll have some crazy scenes
There weren't any scenes at all like he was talkin' about
He must've been the king of queens
Well I could write a million songs about the things I've done
But I could never sing them so they'd never get sung
There's a law for the rich and one for the poor
and there's another one for singers
It's die young and live much longer
Spend your money and sit and wonder
No one came for miles around
And said man your music is really funky

I believe that I must tell the truth
And say things as they really are
But if I told the truth and nothing but the truth
Could I ever be a star
Nobody knows who's real and who's fakin'
Everyone's shouting out loud
It's only the glitter and shine that gets through
Where's my Robin Hood outfit
Well I've come and I've gone before you wink an eye
No one ever cared enought to say goodbye
The money's good and the time you have
Fun and games galore
But you spend your money and lie in bed forgotten
And you wonder what you did it for
No one came from miles around
And said man who's he?

Somethings Gonna Change My World (and we're back!)

Say Hello to Little Richard.





Looks like his old man, huh? Nothing is ever going to be the same.

(Update: Wishful thinking be damned, it's a girl.)

hiatius

for who knows how long.

go to the beginning and start there

it's more fun anyway.

Just Because

It's Wednesday, so move over to the Crackerbox and dig you some mojo hand.

(Special thanks and thinks to Donnah for suggesting I blog. What hath Blogmomma wrought?)

The Face of Evil

Evil is a many headed hydra.

(stolen from Althouse's house)

Human Be-in

It's been an interesting week. Triumphs, defeats, glories and sadness...in short, a human week.

So here's some men being men. Rock on!


Now that's how you do it, baby.

more:

Content Generated

From my affiliation with Faster Than The World comes a haughty list of nominees for most overrated rock and roll band:

Beatles - A tough little R and B combo from the north that took tin pan alley ethics to the bank on the back of screaming kids. they were decent and made some good records but this worship of a nihilist, a ham, a misanthrope and a sweetheart is misdirected.

Eagles - They ain't that great. Not even Joe Walsh can save them. Good singles band.

Doors - Good singles band. Two Good songs: L.A. Woman and Touch me. Next!

Fleetwood Mac - Don't Stop, my ass. One album that took a year to make. It better be good is all i can say.

Pink Floyd - kinda cool but one good album and a handfull of songs is not "classic". a lengthy career and a mommy complex do not leg-ends make.

Pearl Jam - One good album, period. WTF happened? Who cares!

Rolling Stones - quite a few good albums from the time they broke free of having their noses up the beatles' asses to 1975, but the good work they did doesn't hold up to them deserving the title of world's greatest rock band.

The Clash - Good singles band. not much "there" there when you can't play. The Damned smoke them on a bad day. papa, don't preach!

Live - Please kill me, now.

U2 - Keith Levene, your royalties are ready. Gang of Four kicks U2's ass, baby!

Led Zeppelin - almost the #1 over rated crap of all time. some good songs, some good times but not the end all, be all. a band everyone misses the point about.

Metallica - They were never that good. a clunky drummer, a clunky rhythm guitarist, a whiny lead player and another frustrated guitarist on 4 string. they did do some good work. but the black album sucks and so did "and justice..." they are confused and so is their audience.

Aerosmith - now i wore an aerosmith belt buckle for 3 years in high school but they shouldn't be so great just by default.

Oasis? please! are you kidding?. Do you listen to music or just talk over it?

The Grateful Dead - Good 30% of the time. Not good enough.

Lou Reed - isn't rock and roll about more than the words?

Bowie - i love the thin white duke but come on, cabaret is cabaret.

Really, the triumvirate of Eagles/Zep/Floyd are the most over-rated. you could make a case for the beatles and win based on music but these three bands were ok at one point and got deified and ruined.

And name me one modern rock band that comes close to what Dave Grohl is doing and i'll kiss your ass in the middle of main street and call it ice cream.

'nuff said.

maybe.

i think.

No Opportunity Necessary, No Experience Needed

Starting tomorrow I will be a regular contributor to the great online magazine "Faster Than The World",so get over there and read, read, read and comment your ass off and show some love for hard headed opinionists and just plain good people.

My thanks to all the editors and writers and readers of Faster Than The World for accepting me and thinking that my bluster passes muster. Wail on!

Oh, this is so the place for me: read this

Honey, I'm home! Vroom, Vroom!

In honor of the occasion, here's "his 'n hers" 1969 Camaros. (and yes, she gets the Yenko. i got dibs on the purple one.)

P.S.

Thanks to L.S. for leading me there in the first place.