I am addicted to weather watching and I know it's a hobby for olden people but the implications are too numerous to mention. A quick shout out to the Hollywood "Dead Pool" they are having a busy,busy week. Gary Coleman, Dennis Hopper and Rue McClanahan dead all in the span of a week. Pretty morbid but that's what old people do, they die don't they? As the last shovel full of dirt hits the casket or your hear the final tweaking of the knobs on the control panel of the incinerator oven it's all the same to me. Do what you can with the time allotted and make sure you return your books on time to the library. That's it. Don't worry about what I'm doing, go find your own shit to do...
the "I see dead people" sessions....
Don't ask but it was either this in the morning or nothing. It had rained the night before so after shaking all the cobwebs loose and disposing of the eye mocos I walked outside and looked around like I usually do all ADD-like to survey the storms damage. Florida during hurricane season is a bitch because any little thunderstorm will wreak havoc on your ass...Not too much crap to pick up so I decided that since the sun was already poking through I would go to the local Goodwill to look for records. At that time the only place that sold vinyl was Uncle Sams and Goodwill. I lived closer to Goodwill so usually that was decided early on to only go to the expensive record store only when visiting the Fat Ninja. I struck gold that day because I found this album back to back with a peter Tosh album in the crate. The name scrawled on the cover gave me the impression that his mom found out what he was doing (smoking weed) and made him throw all the reggae out of the house even though when the kid hit college he would enter a drum circle for 5 years and flunk out anyway. It always amazes me what people toss. Shit,man. In short this album is the quintessential piece in any persons collection because of the perfect blend of storytelling and musical harmony. Nothing outweighs the other. The birth of Dub I say...Who's with me?
now leave....
the "I see dead people" sessions....
Don't ask but it was either this in the morning or nothing. It had rained the night before so after shaking all the cobwebs loose and disposing of the eye mocos I walked outside and looked around like I usually do all ADD-like to survey the storms damage. Florida during hurricane season is a bitch because any little thunderstorm will wreak havoc on your ass...Not too much crap to pick up so I decided that since the sun was already poking through I would go to the local Goodwill to look for records. At that time the only place that sold vinyl was Uncle Sams and Goodwill. I lived closer to Goodwill so usually that was decided early on to only go to the expensive record store only when visiting the Fat Ninja. I struck gold that day because I found this album back to back with a peter Tosh album in the crate. The name scrawled on the cover gave me the impression that his mom found out what he was doing (smoking weed) and made him throw all the reggae out of the house even though when the kid hit college he would enter a drum circle for 5 years and flunk out anyway. It always amazes me what people toss. Shit,man. In short this album is the quintessential piece in any persons collection because of the perfect blend of storytelling and musical harmony. Nothing outweighs the other. The birth of Dub I say...Who's with me?now leave....
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