The Cult Of Chucha Tu Madre

White People Can Keep It Because Black People Moved On...

2011-09-28T10:57:00.001-07:00

White people have pretty much ruined anything it gets its hands on and if you don't believe me take a stroll back through time and look up some of these references: Christianity,WW1,WW2,breakdancing,soul music,t-shirts and of course rap videos. I went ahead and took time to jot some thoughts down on paper and I came up with a list of phrases which black culture popularized and then white people quickly basterized and therefore ruined for life. The Black culture has quickly moved on and survived quite happily and unscathed from the whole fiasco. The list is pretty short for now but I will constantly update it whenever I run into anymore phrases or words seeing that the town I live in produces young wigger country boys on a daily basis.

THE LIST:

Homie
Represent
Betta Recognize
Shorty or Shoatie
Da Crib
Booty
Blunted
Make It Rain
Badonkadonk
That's My Shit
Da Bomb
Fer Mad Realz
Awww Shit
Keepin It Real
Aight
Down Low
Oh Snap
All That (fat redneck girls call themselves alot I noticed)
True Dat
Bangin
Baller
WestSide
That's How I Roll
Gangsta (fat redneck guys call themselves that alot)
Krunk

Attention White People you may now use these words at will. The Black culture will now move on as it has for centuries....

Oh, and will white people please stop referring to their friends as "My Niggaz"
It sounds gaye.

Eating Is Bad For You

2011-01-19T18:57:00.000-08:00

A Tribute To Scotland

2011-01-15T09:35:00.000-08:00

My brother-in-law is Scottish and he gave me a really good recommendation for a certain type of single malt scotch which ended up being so delicious I almost made water in my pantaloons..That being said I decided to organize a tribute to all bands Scottish.

This list is in no particular order so don't have a fucking mac-attack ok?
1.Belle and Sebastian
2.Jesus and the Mary Chain
3.Mogwai
4.Nazareth
5.Biffy Clyro
6.The Proclaimers
7.Cocteau Twins
8.Franz Ferdinand
9.Simple Minds
10.Primal Scream
11.Glasvegas
12.Calvin Harris
13.Eurtyhmics
14.Frightened Rabbit
15.Big Country
16.Bay City Rollers

Thank you Scotland for all of your great music which through the years has helped so many Christians...

Sorry, I Suck!

2011-01-11T17:40:00.000-08:00

I am truly sorry my blog has fallen by the wayside but I had some extremely real things going on in my life and the life of my surrounding family. My mother-in-law has died of cancer on Black Friday of this year. In her wake she left 7 children, 12 grandchildren and a very,very unhappy son-in-law. Our relationship didn't start on solid ground but after a couple of years she warmed up to the idea of having a Hispanic Communist in the family. The last 6 years were pretty awesome in which we shared a very cool "You don't fuck with me I don't fuck with you attitude". My family never needed while she lived and now that she has passed nothing has changed. A truly inspiring person who spanned 51 years of marriage with the same man and raised 3 decades worth of children. A un tiring caregiver to my father-in-law and then to her oldest son who due to some medical malpratice suffered a crippling injury to his brain, she always had time to spend with her family and friends. On many occasions she donated heavily to charities and preservation societies and to the church,even though they were dicks to her. I never tired of her "Yoo-Hooing" me to get some project started or her stories of some young,hot spanish guy who was hitting on her when she was younger. She always laughed and smiled with people she never knew and told them long stories about her grandchildren even though they didn't seem to care. She was taken so quickly from us that it still seems surreal walking into her house. I still expect her to come shuffling out of the back and asking me to open some jar or medicine bottle because of her arthritic fingers. Or asking me if the kids would like some clothes she bought while she was out shopping. It comes crashing down on me during the weirdest moments. I only knew her for 12 years which doesn't seem like long but I will feel her presence until the day I pass... Goodnight Mom.

Morphine for the soul

2010-11-16T06:13:00.000-08:00

Lately I have been a bit busy with a healthy dose of mortality. The brief time we spend on this earth can only be counted in years and accomplishments. What sort of legacy will you leave behind given a small amount of time? The earth was shaped over the course of millions of years to acheive the level of unimagineable beauty which exists today. According to scientists we have only existed as a species for a mere blink of an eye. What are we supposed to accomplish on such a truncated timetable? I sit next to a person who has taught me the meaning of the word "resilience". So it pains me much more to see the effects of the cancer that is ravaging their body. The invisible killer,the great equalizer...The way that people waste away is scarier than any zombie movie can ever hope to be. This is way too sad.

ART

2010-10-08T07:55:00.000-07:00

COLLIDE FACTORY from Matthew Prickett on Vimeo.

To Be Read After I Am Found Dead.....

2010-07-30T23:27:00.001-07:00

Who said that an honest opinion could not be deliberated without a glass of whiskey???
Why me of course....

Thousands of people have crossed my path and I haven't even blinked twice thinking of their feelings until recently having a torrid encounter with a newly full fledged hormonal breakdown of a tween daughter...
I'm an obtuse blunt instrument on a good day but not realising the end of the month for my future caregiver is unforgivable and my latest blunder....which I am not proud of....What a dick.

It's on the calender..

Thanks Alot You Racist Bastards I Hope You Die...

2010-07-28T07:33:00.000-07:00

3 NJ teens charged with videotaped immigrant death

92 votes

By SAMANTHA HENRY, Associated Press Writer Samantha Henry, Associated Press Writer – Wed Jul 28, 4:15 am ET

SUMMIT, N.J. – Dusk fell around Salvadoran immigrant Abelino Mazaniego as he sat on a bench on a promenade in an upscale New York suburb after finishing his restaurant shift. As night encroached, so did a group of teenagers, including one with a cell phone videocamera at the ready.

Then, authorities say, they beat him unconscious, with the camera rolling.

Days later, the 47-year-old father of four was dead — but not before the video had been circulated among teenagers in Summit, N.J., authorities say. And not before a nurse in the emergency room where he was taken the night of July 17 was accused of pilfering several hundred dollars from his wallet.

The attacks on Mazaniego's body and dignity resulted in days of escalating court actions that culminated Tuesday in murder charges against three young men, ages 17, 18 and 19. A fourth teenager believed to have videotaped the attack hasn't been charged, but authorities weren't divulging details on the teen's involvement or potential culpability.

In Summit on Tuesday evening, a young girl sobbed, trembled, and clutched the waist of an older woman as they stood in a group of five people in front of a shrine of sunflowers, votive prayer candles, handwritten notes and a photo of Mazaniego that had been placed on the bench where he was attacked. Speaking quietly in Spanish, a woman with red-rimmed eyes said she was Mazaniego's wife of 29 years, and the rest were family members. She declined to give her name, saying she was too upset and scared to speak about the attack.

Mazaniego was "a hardworking, punctual, friendly employee," said Colin Crasto, manager and chef at Dabbawalla Indian restaurant, across the street from where the attack took place, and where the victim had worked for three years as a cook's assistant. A photo of Mazaniego was taped to the front window, with a message saying he had been the sole supporter of his family and asking patrons to donate money to help his family.

Along Summit's main thoroughfare, a place of upscale clothing and jewelry stores, real-estate brokerages advertising million-dollar homes, and luxury SUVS parked along the street, merchants and residents said the attack was an anomaly for the town, a vibrant mix of nationalities that considers itself welcoming of immigrants.

"I know bad things happen all the time, everywhere, but it's unusual here," said Neil Rodriguez, the manager of The Wine List, who knew Mazaniego, as he worked a few doors down. Recalling Mazaniego as a "genial, really nice gentlemen," Rodriguez said that, as a Hispanic, he was bothered that the incident was being portrayed by some as racially motivated.

"It's a random act of violence, there's not a lot of racial strife in this town," he said. "I'd like to see the parents that produced such monsters," he added, referring to the alleged attackers.

Khayri Williams-Clark, 18, and an unidentified 17-year-old, both of Summit, were arrested Wednesday on manslaughter charges. Williams-Clark pleaded not guilty to the charge Friday.

Now they're charged with murder, along with Nigel Dumas, 19, of Morristown. A spokesman for the public defender's office, which is representing Williams-Clark and the 17-year-old, declined to comment Tuesday and said the office hadn't yet received an application to represent Dumas.

The 17-year-old is being held in the Union County juvenile detention center, while Williams-Clark is being held at the Union County jail on $100,000 bail, prosecutors said. Bail for Dumas, at the same jail, has been set at $250,000. Authorities wouldn't say how many teens were in the group or whether there would be more charges. They also weren't discussing theories on the motive for the beating — whether it was Mazaniego's background, a thrill killing or some other reason.

But it apparently wasn't an attempt to get the $640 in cash that Mazaniego was carrying.

Police found the victim after the beating and took him to the hospital, where, officials say, nurse Stephan Randolph, 39, of Flemington, took the money out of the unconscious victim's wallet.

Family members noticed the missing money and told authorities, who charged Randolph with third-degree theft Monday, six days after Mazaniego died.

Randolph could not be reached for comment by The Associated Press this week; a phone listed in his name rang unanswered.

Sometimes You Just Can't Say Shit...

2010-07-24T21:48:00.000-07:00

As far as you know, it's legal somewhere....The pound Sterling mark gives you an incredible account on where the picture generated from. I think this might be an insight of the incredible accounts told of the trip a mutual friend had to the "Wizarding World of Harry Potter"this past summer...Now mind you this is a young man of outstanding moral fibre in the small community of the world renowned town of Winchester,Va. Any tales told would resound heavily in the tomes of Winchester lore....I myself prefer listening to these tales with a half of a bottle of whiskey but nonetheless I was enthralled....He began weaving his tale wearing nothing but a pair of hip hugging shorts over a saggy pair of Abercrombie & Fitch wife beating underwears which pulled on his non-existing hips of white guy...OK it was totally weird this night but I showed up obviously because I wanted pizza to cook in our oven...and the beer needed refrigeration immediately...
As I guessed months before when the Half Blood Prince featured a glimpse into the inner machinations of the Wizarding World of Harry Potter.....I knew,It was going to be a total Freak show of Epic Proportions.!!!!... I had lived in a small town where people would dress up for less ...but this...this, would be utter fucking hell on EARTH as we knew it... I foresaw this months ago when this certain individual poked and prodded the "fans" of the series without himself understanding the dire and self extenutating circumstances involving this book series. But me myself,I knew there had to be some sort of a chinese hell lurking slightly behind the grim veil of fandom and it would be revealed to him thru some sort of whiskey induced kismet culminating in his penis shooting out of his beloved volkswagon into the theme park...whiskey is a hell of a drug. In the end the stories lived up to the hype with everything culminating in "if that fucker wasn't that fat and wearing a cloak in 100 degree weather I guess it would have been fine"
Myself I figured he hadn't thought of cutting down his waiting time at each part of the park by invoking the the "cruciatus curse" on all the dorks available... what a dork!

Ecuadorian Drug Hustle

2010-07-03T22:07:00.000-07:00

WASHINGTON – The Drug Enforcement Administration says it has helped seized a submarine capable of transporting tons of cocaine.

DEA officials say the diesel electric-powered submarine was constructed in a remote jungle and captured near a tributary close to the Ecuador-Colombia border. Ecuadorian authorities seized the sub before it could make its maiden voyage.

The sophisticated camouflaged vessel has a conning tower, periscope and air-conditioning system. It measured about nine-feet-high from the deck plates to the ceiling and stretched nearly a 100 feet long. The DEA says it was built for trans-oceanic drug trafficking.

One person has been taken into custody. DEA Andean Regional Director Jay Bergman says the sub's nautical and payload capacity is a serious development.

The End Is Very Fucking Nigh

2010-06-23T21:26:00.001-07:00

Absence of sunspots make scientists wonder if they're seeing a calm before a storm of energy

Gallery

By Stuart Clark

New Scientist
Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Sunspots come and go, but recently they have mostly gone. For centuries, astronomers have recorded when these dark blemishes on the solar surface emerge, only to fade away after a few days, weeks or months. Thanks to their efforts, we know that sunspot numbers ebb and flow in cycles lasting about 11 years.

But for the past two years, the sunspots have mostly been missing. Their absence, the most prolonged in nearly 100 years, has taken even seasoned sun watchers by surprise. "This is solar behavior we haven't seen in living memory," says David Hathaway, a physicist at NASA's Marshall Space Flight Center in Huntsville, Ala.

The sun is under scrutiny as never before, thanks to an armada of space telescopes. The results they beam back are portraying our nearest star, and its influence on Earth, in a new light. Sunspots and other clues indicate that the sun's magnetic activity is diminishing and that the sun may even be shrinking. Together, the results hint that something profound is happening inside the sun. The big question is: What?

(Images of the sunspots from NASA)

Groups of sunspots forewarn of gigantic solar storms that can unleash a billion times more energy than an atomic bomb. Fears that these giant eruptions could create havoc on Earth and disputes over the sun's role in climate change are adding urgency to these studies. When NASA and the European Space Agency launched the Solar and Heliospheric Observatory almost 15 years ago, "understanding the solar cycle was not one of its scientific objectives," says Bernhard Fleck, the mission's project scientist. "Now it is one of the key questions."

(Photos from the recent solar eclipse in Africa)

Sunspots are windows into the sun's magnetic soul. They form where giant loops of magnetism, generated deep inside the sun, well up and burst through the surface, leading to a localized drop in temperature that we see as a dark patch. Any changes in sunspot numbers reflect changes inside the sun. "During this transition, the sun is giving us a real glimpse into its interior," says Hathaway.

When sunspot numbers drop at the end of each 11-year cycle, solar storms die down and all becomes much calmer. This "solar minimum" doesn't last long. Within a year, the spots and storms begin to build toward a new crescendo, the next solar maximum.

What's special about this latest dip is that the sun is having trouble starting the next solar cycle. The sun began to calm down in late 2007, so no one expected many sunspots in 2008. But computer models predicted that when the spots did return, they would do so in force. Hathaway was reported as thinking the next solar cycle would be a doozy: more sunspots, more solar storms and more energy blasted into space. Others predicted that it would be the most active solar cycle on record.

The trouble was, no one told the sun.

The first sign that the prediction was wrong came when 2008 turned out to be even calmer than expected. That year, the sun was spot-free 73 percent of the time, an extreme dip even for a solar minimum. Only the minimum of 1913 was more pronounced, with 85 percent of that year clear.

Italy vs. Paraguay Streaming

2010-06-13T15:27:00.000-07:00

I need information on how to watch the ABC network televised games because my town doesn't have it. Much help needed please leave comments and suggestions....thank you.
Would like to have this problem resolved before the sweet 16... I have tried all the sites on the google.com top 150 sites and they are all paying sites, this will not stand. We must unite against these corporate assholes who don't even love the game...

Germany vs. Australia streaming

2010-06-13T15:08:00.000-07:00

Yes, I can cheat too and have you check out my site and try to rope you into doing some stupid fucking quiz or test and then I will redirect you to the game. BULLSHIT. In case you just checked in I spent 35 minutes looking for some posting of the World Cup game Germany vs. Australia,USA vs. England and all I found were these pay sites that were extremely promising but alas were exactly the same shit I mentioned earlier. The problem is I live in a shitty town in the mountains that doesn't offer the ABC network. Weird,right? We can waste millions of dollars on spaceflight and retarded shuttle launchings that have not improved the impoverished residents of earth who starve on a daily basis ,but we can't get ABC in this shitty town. So I thought I could count on the millions upon millions of people who live on this earth and use up terraflops of bandwidth uploading pictures of them drunk and showing their prepubescent breasts on myspace and still another stupid cat video with the beast flushing the toilet to help in my quest to watch THE CUP. But No Way man!! Not a one person in the whole wide world was streaming this. The world is finite my friend and all this SHARING online community bullshit is an illusion. Money, honey that's it.

enjoy the World Cup ...

Grim Reaper 3, Mankind 0

2010-06-07T06:43:00.000-07:00

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....

Whatchootalking Bout, Willis?

2010-05-28T14:50:00.000-07:00

Send in the clowns, the laughter that was short officially died today. A little over 4 decades of a somber life cut short in his rise to fame from the ashes of his former television career; we say good bye to the body of Gary Coleman (1968-2010). Another one of the stars I watched as a child myself has bitten the dust. It brings a little bit of the smell of death closer to my nostrils. I sniff it then rub two fingers down the inside of my leg where my inner thigh meets my taint, yeah, it smells the same. Death surrounds us and pokes fun at us because of how scared we really are. Our own little lives are so futile. We could only wish to utter a catchphrase which will catapult us into pop culture. Instead we curse silently into the crook of our elbow and disguise it as a sneeze. Farewell Gary.

The New Dildo

2010-05-15T23:21:00.000-07:00

Imagine a world where everything was fair and fairy tales came true and the rabbit got away from jumping over the dingleberry bush. Now drop the crack pipe and enter a sobriety program quick. Life is the greatest teacher, I have heard. Sure, why not! I'll believe anything once. Taking the time to break down all the minuscule things that bother us in a day is so incredibly time consuming anyway. What I really try for is to live in the now and enjoy the now while trying to not think of things I have absolutely no control over. Like that hole at the bottom of the ocean spewing black death into the Gulf Of Mejico...Or the 1000's of acres of rain forest that are slashed and burned daily. I am the beautiful center of the universe, I am enlightened. (cue tooth falling out into sink) This must be my obsession week of the month. Insert this weeks couple things such as the premiere issue of Bound By Ink and the article on how to make your own tattoo machine in prison and the latest album by Rusko, entitled OMG...

Published with the intent to deviate your brain from your lame job and on a mission to fill your life with color and true awesomeness which is the tattooing community, Bound By Ink is a fresh take on the conventional magazine by departing from the all too familiar tat mag formula. The layout is fresh,informative and written as though it was penned by a an old friend who wants to holla at ya about sumpin'. This combined with a new crop of tattoo photo dogs who have completely gone digital this magazine knocks those sad old dick magazines in the dirt. I give everyone a chance but my prediction is that once the sponsors start rolling in with the money spots everything else will get squeezed out thru the pages...I hope I am wrong...
the "whadafack happening"session:
The Fat Ninja asked if I had heard this yet...
Now that I have, I can honestly say that American music is too overproduced.
This album packs everything from hip-hop influences, sprinkles of Miami Bass,gaye house,French Techno-House,Disco,T-Pain and a loogey of noise. I don't hate it but I have to listen to it at least 2 more times to figure it out. I did play it while working out today and it was fun. Maybe have it playing in the background of a cock fight slash tattoo party.

If I type in the word Justin Beiber I will be on google more than a demi-god...

I Broke My Record

2010-05-12T06:26:00.000-07:00

Thanks to all who have made this day so wonderful. By taking the time to help me break my record of visitors to my humble bittersweet blog. Today I found out 22 people had witnessed my writings yesterday and I wanted to personally thank everyone of them. So, thank you times 22.

Now if only I could get some feedback I wouldn't feel like this was an incredible waste of time. Sure times are rough and everyone in the house needs dental work but on the upside we are all healthy and the fridge is stocked. Happiness is a dry fart someone told me once...Little did I realize what a nugget of wisdom that would be...Count your blessings..etc.etc. I get it, really I do.Now if only I could convert all that faith into some cash flow...It's a good thing I still believe in the white mans sensibilities.

"white people music sessions"

I can't thank this band enough for teaching me the ways of sexy time songs.

Speaking of sexy time songs who can't thank Mr.Barry White for having contributed to their birth. Seriously?

Thank you ELO for showing me the ways of old theater people going crazy on drugs but making awesome music which transcends time and space...

now fuck off...I'm all thank-you'd out

1984 Lives...

2010-04-18T21:41:00.000-07:00

These shoes never helped my dance skillz...

LOST

2010-04-14T08:21:00.000-07:00

Today seems like I got punched in the jaw 57 times, but only as a friend. But that's what happens when you visit the dentist and he yanks on your soul. But I digress. I own 5 seasons of LOST on DVD so I consider myself to be pretty steeped in its history and all the sub-plots and threads there incurred. Now comes the clincher, the thumbnail biting super-duper ending and I haven't watched it on live TV since season 1. It seems that it is a massive trending topic right now and I don't even have the slightest idea of what the hell is going on. So instead of boring you with the details here is my take on it. First, it's on TV so wait until it comes out on DVD. That's it. I lived to tell the tale and I watched it at my leisure and I am no worse for wear and my soul is intact. The panic that is ensuing is reminiscent of the season finale of "Seinfeld" (which I never watched) Complete freak outs combined with endless dribble on the Chez' Net Google machine. Even the tiny blogs I follow seem to be alive with talk of the sonofabitch Sawyer video. I love the show don't get me wrong but some people just seem to let trivial things rule their little lives. Not downing on most people but things that happen outside of the box are too important for me. I am constantly faced with way too much reality outside of the telly. Besides an oozing finger and a head full of emotional baggage which only lately seems to be invading my quiet little center of the universe (not by my own hand mind you) My cup is mad full, yo. If your world is quiet and quite void of drama I advise you to please,please,please do not invite this little fucking bastard of a gnome into your happy little home. It will prove your undoing, I promise you.....I leave you now drama free(I hope) and happy that my root has gone missing from my head hole. Enjoy the chips please.
the "Who needs drama in their life"sessions

My dad worked a shit ton when I was growing up and my mother did too so you can see why I got into alot of trouble as a young man. I picked up this album after being exposed to some serious shit as a teen with a full time job in a Sicilian restaurant aka drug front and a crazy discount on the now defunct Eastern Airlines. I flew to New York a lot and hung out in Queens with my cousins who engaged my every record store whim from Rock and Soul records to Fat Beats back in the day when vinyl was KING...Big Daddy Kane to me was a revelation, he was a pimp, a playa, a style coach and more importantly he taught me how to treat a woman...Years later I think back on the many lessons and hoped they would permeate me but alas how soon one forgets.. The album made a mockery of most other MC's out in the newly minted rap market. The white man had already sunk his teeth into many artists, but broke them on Kane's adamantium hide.

(this fucking stupid blog program fights me everyday so the type color is different only in this section excuse me as I push everything down a bit where it will turn red)

From beginning to end this album resonates with a power and a hunger which can't be felt on any new school rap cats out there. Certain expressions may sound dated but you will not be able to dissuade anything said on "Raw". As far as I'm concerned you bettah run cuz you can't hide. This shit set precedence.

Samantha Fox-UK-Singer slash Sonwriter slash Tits-Born 1966
Frankie Poullian-UK-Bassist-The Darkness-Born 1967
Ed O'Brien-UK-Guitarist slash Harmony Vocalist-Radiohead-Born 1968

now go and find me a better blog program that doesn't suck ass.....

April-3.... Mr.Bitterness-0

2010-04-12T13:19:00.001-07:00

I don't want to mad dog anybody but the month of April has kicked me in the proverbial nut sack(s)...If you know what I'm saying. First, the 609 dollar piece of glass for my sister-in-laws car then slamming my thumb in my friends van door and having to drill two holes in it to release the blood and to close out the deal I had an emergency tooth extraction this morning which of course involved cutting into the jawbone to release the broken tooth. Right about now, as my tongue feels as fat as a phonebook, I wonder what other surprises the month of April has to offer. The swelling combined with the lack of feeling on the right side of my face gives me the sensation of having passed out on my face on a cold slab of granite after a hellacious drunk. My only refuge at the moment is curling up on the couch with my protein shake and my copy of "Blood In Blood Out". Advil and Tylenol is the only thing on the menu for tonight. Once the shots wear off they will have to do. Back when I got my wisdom teeth extracted in Savannah I went to a rinky dink DDS in downtown who handed out Percocet like fucking M&M's. He would hand you the prescription while you paid the bill. Those days are through,son! The room is spinning....because of the blood loss.

"the extraction sessions"

My mouth hurts so let the music speak for itself..
http://www.mediafire.com/?035rbnmwzyw

be back tomorrow...

The Birth Of The Cult Of Chucha Tu Madre

2010-04-09T13:37:00.000-07:00

I was on the Google machine one afternoon a couple of months ago when I discovered one of my favorite writers had a Tweet page or account or whatever you call them shits. I gladly started following him and traced him all the way back to his homepage which , to my chagrin is titled "The Cult"..Lemme 'splain....MY site was born out of the desperate need to purge my brain in an Exorcist regurtitative type manner or else I was risking certain brain damage.My site's title has its roots firmly planted in the swamps of Savannah,Georgia and can trace its lineage way back...I am offering this origin tale at no extra cost unlike all the comics I used to buy when I was a young unwed hispanic mother. No, really I am not an imitator or a "biter" as we used to say in the dinosaur days. Cast your mind back to yesteryear if you can. The year was 1997 and it was an unseasonably warm April in Savannah's loverly historic district. The Fat Ninja and I had arranged a meeting at the local hibachi style eatery "Headays" which why the hell it was called that I don't know. As usual I paid and the meal was exceptionally good since we had beat the lunch crowd. It seemed there wasn't a sense of urgency to get the food out so quickly so the ancient Asian man took his time preparing the meal. By the time we got our steaming plates of teriyaki chicken, we were absolutely starving. As we proceeded to "tuck-in" as my English mates would say we were rudely interrupted by a garish looking woman who looked like she had seen the business end of too many crackpipes in her day. She stared harshly at me and began to move her mouth quicker than her words were coming out so it gave her the appearance of a badly dubbed chop socky western. When her words and mouth synched up finally she stammered out :"Are you in a cult or something like that? I'm just interested in all of your piercings.." I had a mouth full of food and heart full of piss and vinegar. I thought of two things and one of them wasn't inviting her to eat with us because she had already sat down with us. The second was, how can I fuck with her? I chose the latter and shot the look across the table to the Fat Ninja who was already starting to laugh because he already knew the size and the magnitude of the avalanche of bullshit which was about to spew forth. "Yes actually I am in a cult", I said in my best white guy voice. "The Cult Of Chucha Tu Madre"....I proceeded to explain in great detail brutal rituals and extremely graphic initiation procedures to further broaden her wildest fantasies....I saw a grain of rice wriggling out of The Fat Ninja's tear duct as he stifled the laughter for exactly 25 minutes... And so the CC2M was born. On the mean streets of Savannah. The legacy came later as history has shown us. Now let me prepare you for the weekend with some high caliber music choices prepared by the Chinese cook who when we left just stared at us and said "You boys crazy"......

"y'all get out from around here"sessions....

A little background info on this newly discovered gem. San Francisco formed L.A. based band channeling Velvet Underground,Dinosaur Jr. and splash of The Rolling Stones. Former member of The BrianJonesTown Massacre Peter Hayes, needed a new sound and happened to run into another distraught genius in high school Robert Levon Been who shared his vision. Englishman Nick Jago joined them on there first albums but was replaced by Leah Shapiro. This album it seems has been long in the making. I now have to back track and listen to the older albums so I can't fully describe the growth of the band but I can guarantee one thing if you play this tonight before you go out and stare at yourself in the mirror and say "Bloody Mary" six times you will wet your pants. Be warned. It rocks.
http://www.mediafire.com/?tjmz2nmmyhm

Phillip Wright-UK Drummer-US Band Paper Lace-Born 1948
DJ Alice aka Soyo Oka-Japanese songwriter composer-Nintendo Corporation-Born 1964
Gerard Way-Singer-US Band My Chemical Romance-Born 1977

finger is STILL oozing....

Super Weenie Hut Jr.

2010-04-07T07:12:00.000-07:00

I once thought about trying to win a dance contest like on the tv and movies. I never once considered it to be a truly demanding sport or activity. But with the onslaught of publicity being thrown on my eyes and ears like the final shovelfuls of dirt on my coffin I can no longer ignore the fact that Americans are fat and lazy as shit. America ,where the t-shirt that reads "Work fascinates me, I can watch it for hours"was created. America ,the creator of the term "Super-size". America, birthplace of the warehouse size supermarkets; where instead of regular sized trolleys they hand you the keys to a small lorry parked outside for your purchases. The current sentences were brought to you by Dancing With The Stars and The Biggest Loser... Obsessed with other people losing weight and dancing with pros seems trivial to most but not to my fellow compatriots...As they lounge exotically in bed surrounded by mountains of food stuffs surrounding them satellite-like they engourge themselves to no end...I am not a religious person but isn't that one of the original sins? A nation consumed by eating and worshiping technology. And now the latest news is the rise of American troops murdering innocents in The Middle East...I have a relative who was one of the 9/11 recruits who touched boots in Afghanistan 8 weeks after the towers fell who commented to me on more than one occassion that his platoon had to be forcibly removed from the area they were assigned because of the high amount of collateral damage they had inflicted in the region. Big fat bullies. Yay!

My finger hurts, here is some music....

"finger-bibble sessions"

Born Rodney Basil Prince (I dare you to say that to him)in Kingston,Jamaica he quickly rose through the ranks in the toughest clubs in Kingston. Armed with a background in DeeJaying and heir to the Scorpio Soundsystem throne he perfected his sound while convalescing after a stray bullet almost killed him at the age of 14. His sound consists of dancehall,reggae and a rocket propelled grenade. Vicious,vicarious and vivisecting the issues of Jamaica, Bounty Killa is a force to be reckoned with. I for one am HOOKED....
http://www.mediafire.com/?omrzmtjtyxu

1915: Billie Holiday (THE female jazz singer) Died 17.July.1959

ok I promised I wouldn't ask ever but, I wish someone would leave comments....I know you are out there I can hear you mouth breathing..

Finger Banging is for Pussies...

2010-04-06T18:09:00.000-07:00

I apologize for slacking but it would not be a perfect ending of a week if something horrible happened on Saturday, just to tidy up a bit. Yes that is my drill, yes that is my finger, yes, that is my finger just after I had to drill it to release the pressure that had been mounting for two days. Just when I thought it was safe to go back in the water, this happens. I answered the call of the bonds of friendship to help a fellow who was in dire need of a pair of hands. He pays cash and I was actually looking forward to spending some time getting my hands dirty and using my cool lay-off mustache. It was early morning, about 7am and I had not shaken the cobwebs loose from my skull and the double cappucino he brought had not begun to weave its magic. We arrived on time to the rental place and handled the lift we needed with ease considering its hefty weight and awkwardness. Basically all the dangerous stuff was in check because of our vast expertise in handling these types of situations. We were both worker bees and hardened in blue collar work. We then made our way to the bakery where we met the owner and proceeded to unload. I released my seatbelt and it shot forward and around and slammed into the side window. It was like an ejector seat type explosion which caused my friend to yelp "HEY, the window, be careful" I agreed and as I jumped out of the van I tried to hold it back whilst closing the door with my right hand and in one swift movement slammed the door on my thumb which caused me to jerk my hand down and sprain my thumb all at once. INSTANT PAIN and purple thumb. The rest of the job which involved manhandling two 500 pound ovens went off without any problems and we were home in no time. FAST FORWARD 2 days later and the heartbeat inside my finger where my clone was growing was telling me to kill it with a power drill....I had no other choice, the pain was deafening and I couldn't hold out any longer. I was crunching up a mixture of advil,naproxen sodium,bayer aspirin,tylenol and migraine medicine like mutherfucking Max Payne...and the pain would...not...stop. I prepped the drill bit in a pot of boiling water which boiled for 10-15 minutes to maximize the curing and restorative power of hot water to germ ratio. I steeled my nerves for what was to come and started drilling until.. "AH!" I said aloud as the drill hit home and the foulest looking concoction of blood and broken tissue shot out of the hole at an alarming rate....I think I said what I said out of surprise, not pain. Here I am two days later with two holes in my thumb and my typing abilities still in check. I LIVE and I await the horrors of this new week, it just has to be better.

"the fingerless sessions"

Is it weird that I listen to such hard stuff and in my moments of pain and weakness J-Pop is always there for me like an old friend that I can't understand what the fuck they are saying to me but it comforts me?
http://www.mediafire.com/?qgojjmj3th2

go away I'm still in pain...

Welcome Isle of Man!!!

2010-03-27T07:31:00.001-07:00

Since I installed this crazy flag counter on the blog I haven't really been to excited until just recently when strange and exciting foreign countries have shown up on it. The latest welcome addition to this Cult Of Chucha Tu Madre....(drumroll,please) is The Isle Of Man!! Can you really not be excited with the world at your fingertips? I have a couple of new updates on my tattoo extravaganza. This of course after having been raked over the fucking coals for a month and a half with Dermagraphics. Now a little wiser I decided to go with a tried and true company out of Phoenix,Arizona called Superior Tattoo which has surpassed any of my dreams that I never even thought of having. (does that even make sense?) The minute I hung up the phone with them I had a tracking number in my email, a permanent account, login etc.. and last but not least a receipt or bill of lading for all of the products I ordered. Fantastic service. Today I received everything on time and as promised and I could never be happier with the products. Then I heard a loud crash outside my window. I tentatively opened the shades and to my horror I saw the bed cap from my truck wedged upon my sister-in-laws Subaru Outback and the back window smashed out. After the screaming stopped I called Safetilite to ask for the price of the glass. I swear I heard him chuckle when he asked if it was the drivers side window. The reason for the humorous chortle, 609 dollars american ,bitch that's why. So I guess I should start tattooing pretty fucking quick because there went my dentist money.

"there went them teeths" sessions

Cibo Matto may be my asian american, happier version of Portishead. I can't nail down the exact moment they entered my life but I have done nothing but spread their cheery gospel nonetheless. FUN,FUN,FUN. You can even overlook the mispronunciations but truth be told, it only adds to the flavor. Guaranteed to make that drive home a semi-automatic spew of funny catch phrases that can be sung out loud. If "I know my chicken" won't make you sing-a-long you better check your pulse a-hole.
http://www.mediafire.com/?h5mjdmlciyd

Public Enemy Number One

2010-03-18T10:19:00.001-07:00

With the advent of an up and coming 40th birthday most people write a sappy, self deprecating and hellish introspective about how they spent the first 4 decades of their life. They'll have these dreamy flash backs to yesteryear and complain how kids have it easy now with their space age gadgetry and cool teenager clothes by Miley Cyrus...Myself, I'm more along the lines of fuck you I had fun and I am not ashamed to brag about it. Sure times have changed for the worse but that just makes me proud to be part of this communicable virus known as humanity. Now at the touch of a button I can offend someone half-way across the universe. The world has truly changed since 1970. Music has changed the landscape considerably almost to the point of a cross gender inducing pop icon status ray that shoots into your home and transforms you beyond all recognition. One moment you're a rocker and "Puahhh!" the next moment you are wiggered out with your baseball hat all askew. "MTV is dead Pandora rules" is the lunchtime cry across the halls of improper conduct and fart jokes. I for one am glad that the mighty have fallen so hard. How can anyone stand music with visuals... Last FM rules the cyberwaves powered by a little project started in a small cubicle which has grown into a godzilla sized behemoth called Twitter. It is a very exciting time for music and music lovers. The gravitas of the moment is being weighed in on still by asshole music writers but the final outcome is still far away. However, when a simple tweet can sink a multi-million dollar farce of a movie in one night, that's a misplaced cry of "Power to the People!!" Wouldn't you say?? It's funny how the 18-25 voters have dominated in the past couple elections. I remember when I was asked during the voter registration period in high school what party do I claim? I answered Independent only because I didn't know what I stood for yet. The road was still too twisted and sick to be revealed yet. Now that information is moving at the speed of thought I don't think any post modernistic father of modern psychology could start to wrap his mind around what is occurring in our modern world. Where we stand, at this technological apex, we should maybe lean over and stare into the dark abyss beneath us even if scares the shit out of us.
On a somber note I just found out that Jun Seba 36, of Nujabees fame (samurai champloo soundtrack? anyone?) died of injuries sustained in a traffic accident on February 23rd 2010, he will be missed. On an even darker note Alex Chilton of Big Star died of an apparent heart attack at age 59. So on my birthday I would like to say "Thanks,I'm truly glad to be alive and enjoying your music this day"
the "Born to be Alive" sessions...

It's my birthday and I'll cry if I want to.. Especially since I will play what I want...

I always complained nobody would read this and right when it actually has a little traffic I sleep on it. I will return tomorrow.

Hate Mail...

2010-03-15T11:17:00.000-07:00

Mr.Joseph Di Modica and Mr.Al Rosetti
I ordered the apprentice kit2 on February 23rd 2010 and have not received my full order yet. I have called 11 times and no one can give me an approximate date of full order completion. Besides the fact that I never got a phone call when the order was put together to inform me of the back order problem, the total lack of communication between your company and the customer is downright pitiful and completely unprofessional. I would like a partial refund for the products that I haven't received. In every phone call I have placed to your company I have never berated the secretary or raised my voice but appparently if that is the only way to illicit a response from a manager I guess my next phone call will be extremely unpleasant. Its a shame that in this current climate where small businesses are suffering tremendously, your company is so inefficient and non commited to customer satifaction. I was under the impression that the customers best interests were the secret to being monetarily successful. I live in a town where word gets out fast and the tattooing community is strong... Don't count DC in your next quarterly profit reports...You have lost this area.

I wrote this in like 3 minutes so excuse the grammer please...

I ,(enter name here)Am A Slack Ass...

2010-03-15T08:44:00.000-07:00

Save what can be done today for the day after tomorrow. Plenty of hot musical enjoyment to be had on this rainy Monday. But first, just a quick update on my verbal skirmish with a small corporate entity on Friday. I placed an order with Dermagraphics Inc. for some tattooing supplies on February 23rd... Wait, let me start at the beginning. I surfed the Chez' Nets for an affordable but decent tattoo machine which is usually a hard thing to find with an all inclusive tattoo apprentice kit. A longtime friend and skilled tattoo artist had mentioned a company he ordered from called Dermagraphics and suggested I check them out. The prices were great and the quality of the machines were decent too. So I went ahead, picked out a kit and called the 800 number to get some totals on the extras I saw that I wanted to purchase also. Basically, I was going to Walmart to pick up a pre-paid credit card to put some cash on.(I hate credit cards but it is convenient) I should have foreseen the hassle I was getting into just from my experience with the administrative assistant(or secretary if you want to be a dick about it) I made three calls total and was treated as if I had interrupted her facebook updating each time. The only thing missing would have been her expelling a long breath of air through her pursed lips after everyone of my well articulated questions. She reminded me of the "PopCopy" training video on the now defunct "Chappelle Show"."You might be interrupted one day by these customer-type people. Your job is to frustrate in ever way possible. Why? Because Fuck-em, that's why!" When I returned home I phoned them with my hot little number and was given a 5 digit number which I believed was some sort of tracking number. I rarely do mail order or have any sort of dealings with Fed Ex and I definitely don't have anything that Brown can do for me since I rarely have money to order anything. I admit I was kind of a newbie so when she gave me the number I didn't think much of it and promptly hung up the phone and eagerly awaited my stuff. February 23rd was a Tuesday and before I hung up the toad on the other end informed me that I should have it by Friday or Monday at the latest. Part of me should have wondered then where the company was located in relation to my whereabouts but like I mentioned before I was clueless. Monday evening when I phoned the company to question my order status I was connected to the head of sales, apparently Flo was absent that evening(big whoop). He asked for my order number and I swear he almost laughed when I gave him the 5 digit number I was assigned. Turns out tracking numbers are like 20 digits long. The order was in town and was scheduled to be delivered the next morning Tuesday. One week later to the day. Later I researched the company on WhitePages.com and found out they were located 6 hours away in Myrtle Beach,SC. In all honesty I should have just drove there to pick up my shit...but that's not the best part. The next morning when I received my shipment half of it was missing. The shipping bill indicated that the majority was backordered . With no idea when my things were and what the status was I called the company,AGAIN. The head of sales answered again and informed me that the company that makes the needles was late on their shipment so I would receive my stuff this Thursday March 11th. I made the off hand remark that when the order was put together last Tuesday they should have called to inform me of the situation so I could arrange something else to tide me over in the mean time. He made no comment. That Friday@10AM EST Flo answered my call and I nicely asked if I could speak to the president of the company Mr.Joseph DiModico. She politely declined and informed me that the shipment would not be going to arrive at my home because they still didn't have the products. Needless to say I was fuming. So I sat down and wrote some hate mail and addressed it to the president and vice-president of the company. At 5:30PM that evening I received a phone call from Flo informing me that my order was shipping that moment and I should have it by Monday. She gave me a 20 digit tracking number,I confirmed that FedEX was shipping the order; I thanked her for her phonecall and hung up confident that all was right with the world and I had championed a just cause and not one of my typical windmills. Today is Monday and I checked the tracking number with FedEx.com and received the error message "tracking number is invalid". 15 tries later I called the 800 number on the website and was greeted with a similar answer from the extremely gracious operator. I can't write anymore I am so fucking over this.

Go listen to some Mexican Death Metal and sharpen your Machetes.

ConanO'Brien Caused H1N1..

2010-03-08T13:28:00.000-08:00

Tagline reads:"If that doesn't open your appetite I don't know what will."
I made a promise to my close friend ConanO'Brien to include him in today's blog AND link him to the band I'm reviewing AND find him to be the cause of the H1N1 virus. Because of the strong and genuinely deep bond that we share this will not be easy. First off, I've erased this part 26 times already.27. Usually and under less extenuating circumstances by Monday morning I am chock full of ideas and anecdotes. And drawing upon the experiences of the past weekend I can turn it into something humorous and clever all at the same time. So like I mentioned late February I was experimenting using the 13 writing techniques in which I was supposed to emerge a far better writer at the far end of the unemployment tunnel of love. Last weekend I purchased a windup kitchen timer with which my purpose was to attempt to instill good reading habits on a certain individual through the proper usage of time management. The writer's guidebook suggested using a timer to break up writers block. Basically how it works is that you set the timer when you DON'T want to write,let's say one hour right? OK, now sit and write until the bell goes off. Eventually you will write through the alarm because you are having so much freaking fun...So,that shit didn't even work. I set it twice and downloaded music. You really do have the liberty to let the mood strike you when no one is paying you but damn it's nice to take an hour late at night and just flow at your own accord. True freedom,true creative vibe ...that's nice. Too bad it doesn't put a roof over your head. Where is the half-way point between true happiness at work and finding that conduit to be able to release some creativity. I guess that's why I don't review stuff I don't like. Words are sharper than knives,harder than steel. You can't throw that shit out there. It comes back a lot harder than you think...Like a whole bag of cats with c-4 strapped to their tails. Or an irishman on a whiskey binge. Actually, tonight I saw a really,really drunk Irish Muslim now that I come to think about weird things to write about. I'll just keep on trying because I'm too damn stubborn to quit. Incidentally, big ups to Katheryn Bigelow, apparently she butt reamed a bunch of folks at the big sham of a film festival last night. I couldn't watch because I was extremely busy brushing my feet. Apparently you can get foot cavities nowadays. Also there is a resurgence of "The Dropsies" in some parts of the country. That's why I have a drawer full of hand sanitizer and a bag of lighters. Oh, and 19 pocket knives and two stiletto switchblades (both a gift)because you never know when you are going to need one.

"the H1N1 sessions"

The songs of The Middle East, I thought this was indie rock. Cheers to Queensland, Australia for this gem. The only expression I can use to describe this album would be "Radiohead on downers"...indeed...I picked it up on a whim thinking I would like it because of some negative comments made by some asinine music critic. As of late I have been scanning the chez Nets for new music and have resolved to only listen to the stuff music critics hate or write badly about. Yes, it blew up in my face quite quickly but I did find a couple diamonds in the rough.From the get go I was enthralled by the dreamlike production quality of the album. I'm not an uber-sound geek but I have performed a couple of small miracles myself on a couple of occasions. Like that earthquake in Chile...By track 3 I was lost in a sea of pregnant sounding, echoing guitars and lush undertones filling out the bottom end. As forthe high end, Jordans vocals caress your inner ear while smoothing out your coiffure. Guaranteed to fill the empty spaces in your patchwork life.
http://www.mediafire.com/?5y0xzrnd3qi

(RANT)
I played hooky from writing and saw something posted by TIME magazine (who the hell reads that magazine anyway) and I had to hold back the stream of bile which slowly snaked its way up my esophagus and crept slowly into my mouth-hole. According to them the ten greatest super groups (no category, no nothing, thats it,their take on the whole music scene)

really, ASIA?!!

Tom Scholz-Guitarist,Keyboardist-US Band Boston-Born 1947
Uwe Faren Krog-Petersen-Keyboard slash singer songwriter-German Band Nena-Born 1960
Rick Rubin-US Record Producing Prodigal Son-Born 1963
Jeff Ament-Bassist-US Band Pearl Jam/Mother Love Bone-Born 1963
Nenah Cherry-Swedish Singer slash Pop Icon-Born 1964
Timbaland aka Timothy Z. Mosley-US Rap Artist-Born 1971

come back tomorrow...

The Meaning Of Life...In Three Parts

2010-03-05T06:19:00.001-08:00

I believe the only way to do this picture justice is by informing everyone that "RamMan" from the He-Man series has been spotted in Miami accosting young models in the downtown area. Overheard by numerous bystanders was his remark "Retirement is for pussies!"

Greetings to all countries reading this blog,or if you just ended up here a strong welcome to you too. Many days have passed since I actually sat down and took a deep breath. A welcome friday this is indeed. Another sick child this week too but that comes with the territory and the incessant march forward of everything antibiotic.

A man was asked what he thought would be the greatest accomplishment for all of mankind in the 21st century. His answer was plastics.My point? We as a race worship the most ridiculous things. Technology,Plastics,Fast Food and Automobiles are at the top of the list. For as many leaps forward in certain fields of technology we still are not addressing the true problems of the world. If just the smallest percentage of money that was funneled into telecommunications was diverted for a month straight at solving the plastic pollution problem in the oceans and our landfills we wouldn't even be having this hypothetical conversation. I visited the local landfill numerous times this week and yes it is a thousand times better than it was. Dumping your garbage has never been easier. Everything is sorted and placed in its piles accordingly and the service has been expanded to receive motor oil,car batteries,old propane tanks,phone books and disadvantaged computers. My fear is that although the trash is sorted thoroughly; what happens after 5 o'clock when the citizens leave and the workers just go and bury all that shit together in some remote location of the landfill in which we are not privy to. I promise this is going somewhere really...What can one person do? I would love to see what really happens when the lights go out. I sort my garbage and hope that my plastic is at least being regarded for recycling not just lumped in with the cardboard. It is amazing how much plastic we use daily. And to think in the 70's nuclear waste was the only thing bothering people...What a bunch of sissies.
http://www.vbs.tv/watch/toxic/toxic-garbage-island-1-of-3
An interesting video to watch and reflect on what can we do...

the "stop throwing shit in my yard" sessions....

"La Boheme" is a wonderful opera in which the basic principles of any modern soap opera ring true. Not that trash like "Desperate Housewives" or "Real Whores of (insert location)". No way, this piece was written in 1896 by Giacomo Puccini. Based on a libretto by Luigi Illica and Guiseppe Giacosa this opera embodies a more simpler time for love and romance;no complicated friend requests or misleading text messages can permeate any space of this piece. Boy sees girl,Boy falls in love with girl,boy is too shy,boy sees other boy trying to befriend her,boy fakes a shoe repair to get in close,boy uses poetry to get in close and wham! True love ensues. I can't share a copy because the full album is beyond my reach. Feel free to use my search engine.

In keeping with today's topic I picked this up on some crazy clickstreams run-off. As far as the album name, I am not particularly up to spec on Damon Albarn's eco-views but it seems most Britons are truly concerned with the environment and England's carbon footprint. The album starts out kinda tepid and not very pretentious being that his last album was released in 2007 and was mainly a remix album with some new stuff sprinkled in. However it slowly starts to pick up steam gradually like a kettle on the stove just in time for the 4 o'clock tea time. By the time track 5 rolls around and Bobby Womack drops the hammer down you can feel your blood cells thumping in time with the staccato drum pattern. The album keeps building and building. Each track blends into the other seamlessly until the crescendo reaches near dizzying heights with "Glitter Freeze". Which made me feel like there should be another Dr.Who show just so that this track could be the theme song.. Rounding out the final couple of tracks much props to "Broken" which feels a bit lachrymose at times but manages to be completely deliberately soothing all at once. If you need a soundtrack to your weekend, THIS is it. I predict great things for Mr.Albarn.
I checked this link out, it's legit. http://www.mediafire.com/?itqzlfm4hmz

The only birthday worth mentioning today took place yesterday
Mr.Bobby Womack-Singer slash Soul GOD-Born 1944

peace...

The White Man Wants Your Soul...

2010-02-25T15:43:00.000-08:00

President Barack Obama is shown here with South Korean President Lee Myung-bak throwing down some Tae Kwon Do punches. It vexes me because I can't come up with some smart quip. President Obama only made it to Tae Guk Ee Jang so I can take him easily. But if the President of The United States of America challenged the President of North Korean to a match and then doubled teamed him with the President of South Korea I would volunteer for the service immediately, and I wouldn't go AWOL either like some losers.

There is only one small observation for today but I believe it has been mulled sufficiently to not be withheld any longer. This is movie related and totally relevant to this blog; trust me I know what I'm doing. My question is this: Why is it that when filmmakers make a "white people going crazy movie" they have to slide in some classic R&B tracks in the trailers or even worse, in the goddamn soundtrack? Don't act like you don't know what the hell I'm talking about. Should I drive the point farther home by listing a few of the movies?
Okay you talked me into it, maybe a few:
1)The Family Stone
2)The Big Chill
3)Step Mother
4)First Wives Club
5)As Good As It Gets
6)My Best Friends Wedding
7)Somethings Gotta Give
etc.,etc.,etc...
Do the filmmakers actually believe that it will appeal slightly to the African-American crowd? Or that it might be that cross-over hit of the summer? I have bashed it millions upon millions of times and then rummaged through even the tiniest of pieces just to try and make sense of this plague. I have many Black friends who will agree with me that "Dis shit needs to stop". Not because it's offensive to me but to the artists that get played out. Sam Cooke,James Brown,Marvin Gaye,The Temptations,Earth,Wind and Fire and The Commodores never,ever imagined a living hell of serving as a theme song to a Caucasian's catharsis. All that "I love my crazy white family!" bullshit doesn't need a back drop of "Ain't Nothing But The Real Thing" to bring it all home. In my humble opinion if you want people to feel the emotion of the moment, write better stories that aren't so fucking formulated.

I can't believe I slacked so hard on this but it was so far off the radar of what I was into at the time. You know all that time at "THE WASH"what with all those atoms to split and shit. Portugal The Man is maybe the chillest and most original thing to come out of Wasilla,Alaska which is the fourth largest city in the state. Compounded grooves mixed with a heavy dose of dub influences thrown on the fire with a dash of blues rock guitar churned out by a rusty pasta making machine is a semi-accurate description.Both albums were equally impressive with big booming anthems,radio ready catchy hooks and I cannot forget to mention the all powerful falsetto voice of lead singer John Baldwin Gourley. What can't this guy do? Vocals, guitar, organ and other strange machines are wielded with childish abandon like eye-liner in a strippers dressing room.
Censored Colors
http://www.mediafire.com/?zdy31myjmwi
The Satanic Satanist
http://www.mediafire.com/?zezjdxjvynm

Doug Yule (US bass guitarist; The Velvet Underground) Born 1947
Woody/Stuart John Wood (Scottish guitar; Bay City Rollers/producer of Celtic music) Born 1957
Dennis Diken (US drums - The Smithereens) Born 1957
Mike Peters (Welsh lead singer; The Alarm) Born 1959
Brian Baker (US guitarist; Minor Threat/Bad Religion/others) Born 1965
Justin Jeffre (US vocals; 98 Degrees) Born 1973
Julio Iglesias Jr (Spanish singer slash Sex Symbol) Born 1974
Lovefoxxx/Luísa Hanae Matsushita (Brazilian singer; Cansei de Ser Sexy aka CSS)

go away...you been here too long

Kung-Fu Is For Lovers...

2010-02-24T18:51:00.000-08:00

I just finished up a trilogy of total awesomeness. If you are not familiar with either The Shaw Brothers films or The Venoms series then you must go into the other room while a grown-up reads this. The lack of good translations should not deter you from picking up these movies before we are not buddies with China anymore. The plots are excellent and they follow the basics of everything literary. I shall elaborate:
1)Man Vs. Man
2)Man Vs. Himself
3)Man Vs. Nature

I wonder if Man Vs. Technology would make for a good Kung-Fu flick.

You know that as soon as you listen to the very beginning you'll start singing along so shut-up with all the groaning. The universe will thank you for listening.
http://www.mediafire.com/?ovetzez3lhi

now get out of here before I back-hook kick you real hard where you sit...

Learn To Budget Your Time Before Going To Hell...

2010-02-24T10:40:00.000-08:00

Page from my sketchbook.

I keep running into these articles about online cheating and how you can prevent it by installing this special software that tracks keystrokes, passwords and page history. On the other coin the online social network scene has mushroomed out of control. There are fantastic claims of guilt free sex,matching up with you soul mate and losing weight fast all by clicking a link. Are people out of their minds? I might write about crazy crap but some people just put themselves out there a bit too much. There should be a statute of limitations when being able to post some personal information. I know it seems ridiculous to bring it up with the horrific popularity of reality t.v. personae invading every single aspect of our lives. The media isn't completely to blame being that it is only the epicenter of a gigantic toilet bowl full of steaming fecal matter we call American culture. (Now if that word isn't an oxymoron I don't know what is.)I just notice that lately(to clarify myself a little better)that the only thing America has been famous for is Pop Culture, nothing else. Yeah, that whole Black presidency thing has worn off it seems.We built him up only to tear him down in the media now. Poor guy. Now we are flooded constantly with glamorous updates and tremendous fails. I'm not trying to be one of those finger pointers who can spot the problem from a safe distance away and not offer any solutions but I have to mention that the American people are truly to blame, myself included. We are giving these entities the power every day just by agreeing to their little pop-ups. We click the agree box and don't even bother to read the Terms And Conditions. Now here you go and write a ton of your personal information about yourself on a non-secure beam of information floating inches from our noses which time after time has been demonstrated it can be stolen. Twittering and facebooking away we reveal the most intimate of intimates upon a crowd of nameless people whose click stream leads them to you. We are so obsessed with everyones else's Bidness because they give it up so freely. I can't even imagine what people would think if I started revealing intimate details of my private life. Would they be embarrassed for me? Who knows. I sometimes read things where all I can think is how freaking sad it is. Don't give out your info online it can turn around and bite you in the ass friends. Don't strengthen the TMZ's of the world, fight the power, walk off your workstations,demand something good on the radio and tv. Make the major news networks give in to reporting what's relevant. But more importantly, make someone tell me how come the douchebags on that "Jersey Shore"show are called "stars"...WTF indeed.

ZUNE OUTPUT
the "I don't like people playing around on my phone"sessions

I wanted to share my opinion on a couple of albums today but I received a message from an old friend today and it took me way,way back. So that's probably why I changed my mind and supplanted this in my previous choices place. This debut album made its way on the stereo quite a bit in our circle and I couldn't imagine a weekend at Devin Michaels Pub where Jo didn't bump this either. He did it of course to annoy the owner of a sub shop down the street. If you heard "Fat Man" you knew this cat was in the house. G. Love and the boys hail from Philly and made such a splash it was felt across the pond where they enjoyed quite a bit of success also. A mix between acid jazz , Makers Mark Kentucky Bourbon, heroin and filtered thru 3 dirty band-aids the self titled album instantly sparks 27 cigarettes at once and fills the room with a haze of sounds. Non-filtered or over produced the organic element of the production quality pairs quite nicely with the vocals and accompaniment. It seems quite in deliberate at times and almost improvised but definitely very appealing if you have had a hellish day. You may even feel almost persuaded to let G. Love help you settle in for the night, straight, no chaser please.
http://www.mediafire.com/?0rkoiejgqd6

I borrowed this album from my friend Caleb because I was confused by the words "experimental" and "Blues Explosion" also that year I learned how to use the word "hyperbole" correctly. Yesss!! Language is fun. The driving backbeat for this band is Russell Simins. A man, a mystery, Judah Bauer and Jon Spenser (former lead singer for Pussy Galore) round out the band in classic style. Their style? Punk,Garage,Noise,Rockabilly,Hip-Hop,Neo-Soul. Not for the timid. Not a classic album but a hell of a jump-off point if you are going to go all the way with the "Blues Explosion",not even second base or a BJ or a ZJ.(if you have to ask,you can't afford it)
http://www.mediafire.com/?d4tzfm2m4ny

Rupert Holmes-Singer slash Songwriter slash Pina Colada Lover-Born 1947
Lonnie Turner-Bassist-US Band Steve Miller Band-Born 1947
George Thorogood-Guitarist slash Singer slash Rock God&Dinosaur-US Band The Destroyers-Born 1950
Colin Farley-Bassist slash dying in your arms tonight-UK Band The Cutting Crew-Born 1959
Michelle Shocked aka Michele Johnston-Singer slash Songwriter-Born 1962
Chris Fehn-Drummer-US Band Slipknot-Born 1973
Charles "Chad" Hugo-Filipino Sax Player slash Guitarist-US Band N.E.R.D.-Born 1974
Eric Griffin-Guitarist-US Band Murderdolls-Born 1976
Matt Skiba-Guitarist slash Bassist slash Singer slash Jane Austen reader-US Band Alkaline Trio/F-Minus-Born 1976
Cheiko Kawabe-Japanese Singer slash Songwriter slash Sex Symbol-Born 1989

...now go update your status and mood already it's been 20 seconds

One More Feather In The Cap?

2010-02-23T07:22:00.000-08:00

"No way Jose! You can't possibly think you can do this, can you?" the crumpled old man cried."Oh yes mi amigo, after waiting all these years for a sign and having this black ink pumped into my veins repeatedly I am taking the plunge..into permanent art!". His eyes darted back and forth from the x in the corner of the open window on his desktop to the animated gif. blinking "Add to Cart". (insert Hans Zimmer type eerie music) Tune in next week to see if the package from Dermagraphics arrives. In the meantime suck on some new music bitches.

ZUNE OUTPUT
inking music

A throwback to their earlier albums, Stephen Merrit guides us down a path leading to a fresh mowed field in the dead of summer (sans the bugs) to a freshly laid out picnic including all your favorite friends and family. A visit to the Magnetic Fields of old, this album embodies all the good feelings of happiness and a twinge of sadness which this band has been able to deliver over the past 10 years. A different direction for the band from the preceding album"Distortion"? Not really if you consider the tour for that album was done all live with zero effects. I think the guitar Stephen favored for the show is called a Bazooie? Folksy and fun "Realism" brings in a laid back flavor to the recent cavalcade of zaniness I've suggested lately. Enjoy with a nice Chianti and a side of farva beans.
http://www.mediafire.com/?jznqwmzfxjy

And now for something totally different..As the name suggests this is not an album about going to a garden party in a BBC special with period costumes. This album is more like a cluster bomb going off in a packed movie theater while people are watching AVATAR. For some reason the japanese just do everything 900% more hardcore than anyone else. When you think skinhead you don't imagine a short,skinny,leather clad japanese guy that looks like he just ran away from an Elvis circa comeback special convention.Oh no. So what can you write when you need an accurate description of this album? I would be inclined to call it "Music with a body count".Enjoy.
http://www.mediafire.com/?tjymm0jamtf

Howard Jones-UK Singer slash Songwriter-Born 1955
Brad Whitford-Guitarist-US Band Aerosmith-Born 1952
Michael Whilton-Guitarist-US Band Queensrÿche-Born 1962
Lars-Olof Johansson-Keyboardist-Swedish Group The Cardigans-Born 1973

go get sleeved

When The English Say Bugger It Means Alot To Them

2010-02-17T19:01:00.000-08:00

I started writing to give myself a little head space. I was recovering from a self induced life coma stage which lasted almost 5 years? Much has changed since then so it hasn't been a total gyp. The creative juices flow at will and not induced by some foreign antibody. Cattle mutilations have gone down in the area. The moon isn't covered by a bloody satin cloth anymore.The wine HAS a taste.The new Coke DOES suck. What have I learned throughout this sordid little romp with daily writings? I am the worst writer in the history of writing .I can accept the fact that I write in a "stream of consciousness" style and I haven't found my true "writers voice".My grammar is terrible my punctuation even worse. I even followed some tips from one of my favorite writers, Chuck Palahniuk who states that the writer should experiment in different styles;that didn't help either. Jack of all trades master of none ring a bell? What-ev. Comedy is my forte. I can make jokes up all day. I can't take one mind you,but I can laugh out loud when people get hurt.(except when that lady fell into the hole at the car wash,that was just awful.) Even my art is mediocre at best. Not to mention my foray into the music stream was also met with a veritable "ho-hum". I'm not crying about all this, but the point I am trying to bring across is that no one is born knowing what they will be good at, so just try everything and never stop experimenting. You may end up being just a well rounded individual. Not every ones expectations can match the ever crushing reality which has been dealt to us over and over again. But who gives a flying fuck. I don't and neither should you, if anyone is truly reading this. Let the music play, and shut up already. I want to finish this by saying that the media has crossed that line once again by turning the Winter Olympics into a not so funny joke.By media I want to blame NBC for being a bunch of blood thirsty ratings hungry jackals(again).

p.s. I have noticed that when I hit spell check there are fewer and fewer mistakes. Now if they only could come up with grammar check..(my next project:programming)

ZUNE OUTPUT
the "no mames" sessions

I have been following Richard D. James' career quite closely over the past 15 years. He never has disappointed his loyal fans by selling out or putting out some puff piece to please the label and therefore upsetting the fans. He truly is an electronic music pioneer who has tapped into a secret wormhole in Cornwall and is extracting futuristic and complicated computer music. He once DJ'd a live set in New York which consisted of him lying on the floor,placing a piece of sandpaper on the record platter and laying the needle down in the raspy uneven surface...I'm guessing peoples heads blew apart a-la SCANNERS style. From this album cover you can imagine the type of individual he is. A certifiable musical prodigy plugging his acid laden brain into a computer and sharing it with you and your children. Eat and be merry:
http://www.mediafire.com/?bgm9jq1wfrz

I had the distinct pleasure of seeing the ORB twice in the United States of America. Both shows were mirror images in the fact that there were times I felt my brain was sobbing deeply into its open palm sitting girlishly on a rock five feet from me. Let me start first by trying to describe with my 12th grade vocabulary the sound setup that was so huge it took 6 tractor trailers to bring it in for the show. In a word, gargantuan! So when you stand there in front of the stage, Alex Patterson is literally looking down on you like the schoolmaster from "Pink Floyd's The Wall" astride 2 stories of speakers. Another couple of cool things about both shows is that they both started out with a low 20Hz pulse that engulfed you like the cheap perfume path of someone trying hide the fact they have B.O. I don't know the effect they were going for but I am positive that thousands of small pets in the area were flipping the fuck out in some unsuspecting adjoining neighborhood at 2 AM. An amorphous sound scheme fully designed in cooperation with the Mi6 to congeal blood vessels. The British scene hails the ORB as Generation X's Pink Floyd; I will take it to the heart and say "yes mate!"
Nice to listen to while shaving an Ecuadorian llama.
http://www.mediafire.com/?zdgiqz0tctz

Paul D. Miller aka DJ Spooky executed a touchdown spike with my face when Asphodel Records released this in the spring of 1996. I had pre-ordered it at RPM records in Savannah the month before and anxiously sat on the proverbial cushion of pins and needles. I had picked up his earlier release as Paul D. Miller "Viral Sonata" so I knew it had to be just as good if not better. I spun "Viral" at a couple of parties and had people clawing their Ketamine filled eyes brimming with fresh tears from the complete collapse of their higher life functions. Basically the whole thing went over like Christmas day in Jerusalem. Both albums are extremely cerebral and embody the only genre aptly named "Illbient". If he didn't lay claim to the title he sure stole it out from under whoever did.
Goes well with "Los Tweets"
http://www.mediafire.com/?z2tit4u2zyi

Yoko Ono-Singer slash Poet slash Beatles Destroyer-Born 1933
Dennis DeYoung-Keyboardist-US Band Styx-Born 1947
Keith Knudsen-Drummer slash Roller-US Band the Doobie Brothers-Born 1948
Juice Newton aka Judy Kay Newton-Country Singer slash King Of Heart Player-Born 1952
Derek Pellici-Drummer-Little River Band-Born 1953
Robin Bachman-Drummer-Bachman Turner Overdrive-Born 1953
John Travolta-Actor slash Singer? slash Pilot slash Disco Dancer-Born 1954
Brian James-Guitarist-UK Band The Damned-Born 1961
Dr.Dre aka Andre Young-Rapper slash Producer Extraorniaire-Born 1965
Jez Williams-Guitarist-UK Band The Doves-Born 1970

and now your moment of Gonzo.....

Suck It Science Bitches!

2010-02-16T08:32:00.000-08:00

By Maggie Fox, Health and Science Editor Maggie Fox, Health And Science Editor – Mon Feb 15, 11:23 am ET

WASHINGTON (Reuters) – Scientists have created the hottest temperature ever in the lab -- 4 trillion degrees Celsius -- hot enough to break matter down into the kind of soup that existed microseconds after the birth of the universe.

They used a giant atom smasher at the U.S. Department of Energy's Brookhaven National Laboratory in New York to knock gold ions together to make the ultra-hot explosions -- which lasted only for milliseconds.

But that is enough to give physicists fodder for years of study that they hope will help them understand why and how the universe formed.

"That temperature is hot enough to melt protons and neutrons," Brookhaven's Steven Vigdor told a news conference at a meeting of the American Physical Society in Washington on Monday.

These particles make up atoms, but they are themselves made up of smaller components called quarks and gluons.

What the physicists are looking for are tiny irregularities that can explain why matter clumped out of the primeval hot soup.

They also hope to use their findings for more practical applications -- such as in the field of "spintronics" that aims to make smaller, faster and more powerful computing devices.

They used the Relativistic Heavy Ion Collider (RHIC, pronounced "rick"), a particle accelerator and collider that is 2.4 mile around and buried 12 feet underground in Upton, New York to collide gold ions billions of times.

"RHIC was designed to create matter at temperatures first encountered in the early universe," Vigdor said. They calculate the 4 trillion degree temperature gets pretty close.

"How hot is it?" he asked.

In comparison, "The predicted melting temperature of protons and neutrons is 2 trillion degrees. The temperatures at the core of a typical type-2 supernova is 2 billion degrees," he said.

The center of our sun is 50 million degrees, iron melts at 1,800 degrees and the average temperature of the universe is now 0.7 of a degree above absolute zero.

Brachydactyly Bites, Or Most People Are Useless

2010-02-09T17:03:00.000-08:00

Did you know that if you trace the periodic table of elements down 3 and over one you would end up on the the deadliest killer of carbon based life forms on this earth? Who would have thought? I purposely strayed away from writing about Snowpocalyse 2010, which the local dubious media dubbed the infrequent snowfall for this time of year. I have lovingly and meticulously scoured the "chez Nets" or "google machine" to render a true account of being "snow raped" in an area which has zero resources available to deal with the so called "10 year storm".The local yokels agree that this is the outcome of 7-8 years of a mild winter. I was born in Manhattan,New York so my opinion falls silent upon a wave of redneck dribble and vague references to the Farmers Almanac. Yeah you go check that fat and see if its floating in that there Bell jar...

Lots and lots of movies have been watched this weekend spewing and overtaking the non existent work week .The workout aspect of my daily routine has gone to straight shit seeing that I have been snowed in with various characters which demand sobriety be damned. Too many things to do and not enough sunlight to spare. School cancellations, 24 hour snow plow shifts, 7 foot piles on each corner have all made traveling back and forth to the supermarket a fun time. I think I tossed 7 empty cases away the other day and there is still a full magazine in the 'fridge. Between entertaining and re-writing my opus "The Blizzard of 2010" on my answering machine, daytime hours are fruitless on the creative front. My attention was drawn momentarily to the outlandish claims that Megan Fox's digits have been altered. Seriously, that made a trending topic? Does anyone really care about her acting or her grotesque thumb?Has anyone ever looked at her and thought to check the rest of her body for imperfections?

When I lived in Savannah I remember someone telling me a story while I was sitting in this shithole bar down on the river about a guy who walks around town with a vial of poison in his pocket strong enough to kill the entire population if he decided to accidentally drop it into the water supply. I think if collectively we all had someone in town like that we would focus on other things besides double jointed people and record snowfalls.

On a seperate note a fond farewell to Doug Fieger, leader of the power pop band The Knack who died Sunday. He was 57.

ZUNE OUTPUT

Thanks to Spider Bolivar for hooking us up with this gem.

This is a bad bitch,son! Watch out!

I heard a single from this album and I don't own it yet but it KICKS BALLSACKS!!

Shut up, you know you listen to this when no one is around.

Truly a wonderful album which sends me back to more innocent time, circa 3rd grade.

Sonic equivalent to the ice and snow outside my door. Distortion like a mofo, RULES!

Ditto....

Mike Avory-Drummer-UK Band The Kinks-Born 1944
John Helliwell-Sax slash Keyboardist-US Band Supertramp-Born 1945
Ali Cambell-Vocalist slash Guitarist-UK Band UB40-Born 1959
Mikey Craig-Bassist-UK Band Culture Club-Born 1960-do you really want to hurt him?
Ronnie Vannucci-Drummer-US Band The Killers-Born 1976
Brandon Boyd-Vocalist-US Band Incubus-Born 1976

now go eat yellow snow.

Japanese Guy INSIDE The Temple??

2010-02-04T07:59:00.000-08:00

Tagline reads:"Would you like to dance?"
Photo still courtesy of the hilarious and informative movie "Death Race 2000".Of course this movie was waaaay after the show Kung-Fu had rocketed our friend and apparent enthusiast of a technique called "auto erotica-asphyxiation"Mr.David Carradine out into the far flung galaxies of super stardom. His characters name you ask? Why Frankenstein of course. Between me,you and the fencepost, I tried to name my son that,yeah ...not happening.

A number of people have commented on my general attitude of negativity towards some people or things. Most label me "bitter"or"hater" because at my age "angsty" seems silly. Others call me "a-hole" or "meany". I have endured many,many comments and merely smiled because deep down inside I am secure in the knowledge that I may be hypercritical of certain things but I am not one of "THOSE" people. You know "Those people". You see them doing something dumb and you always make sure to point them out to whoever is in earshot or sometimes even when nobody is there at all.(don't look around you know you've done it aww,c'mon!) I admit I never realized my full potential to take over the world at a young age however I am well seasoned and in my prime for a ruthless hostile takeover. I worked in the service industry for a greater part of my life. Service industry is term which describes a wide tent under which you labor fruitlessly for no pay and have hopes of a better tomorrow but you usually end up hooking up with people who are in the same boat and you end up having hate sex...whatever. I think the point is that "The Service Industry" is the last form of legal enslavement in the US, point blank. I mean you've seen that movie "Waiting" right? That shit is true to death buddy. Which leads me to my defense paragraph.

I am not one of those guys who: 1)Walks into a restaurant at 5 minutes to close with a date and orders the most ridiculous shit you can off the menu and expects it pronto.2)Shows up at a full bar on the weekend and grabs the bartender by the cuff and demands service for him and his troll(wait till the lights come on pal). 3)Talks at full volume on his cell phone while checking out at some store. 4)Immediately after pulling up to a carwash tunnel pulls out his phone to text while the attendant tries to flag him down to enter. 5)Answers the phone in a movie theater. 6)After someone lets you merge into traffic not give the "thank you" wave. 6)Does tip well when the chick he's with looks but changes the bill after she gets up. 7) Does not respect the unwritten rule of "After thou droppest off the friggin kid,go with the flow of traffic". 8)Asks the meaning of your tattoos whilst 100 people are waiting in line. 9) Varies on number 8 by asking instead "What the fuck did you do that for?" 10)Asks if it hurt. 11)Trades in for a newer model when they reach 30. 12)Drives slow in the fast lane and talks on the phone while driving erratically. 13)Drives an SUV and has bratty kids who crap inside of it and expect you to clean it for 15 bucks. 14)Doesn't put the shopping cart back even though the shit is 4 inches from their facehole.
I won't even continue because I can sleep with a clean conscious. So bite me.

"OYE,HEAVY DOOTY"
haters unite sessions

This album came out in 2003,walked in to my house,blew everything I was listening to at the time directly out of the door of the house then locked the door. I was shocked. I knew that it was the best album of the decade. Nobody paid attention till 2008 when "the late" Rolling Stone magazine named them the "Best Prog-Rock" band of the year. Hold on, am I hallucinating? You are 5-6 years too late and slack on the uptake, RS you missed out on discovering a new sound through this band whose onslaught of dreamlike but harsh and furious anger pummeled through listeners on both coasts of the US. But not a single word was whispered on the airwaves. Volume on 11 please.

Speaking of having the volume@11, the album "Chaosphere" by the Swedish band Messugah hurt my life when it kicked me in the groin the first time I heard it. It was the Ozzfest disaster where I first saw them play. Because of the unspoken hatred of the Swedish they were pushed onto the Colosseum-like atmosphere of the second stage. The day was pretty unsavory even for this temperate area. The sun shone brightly on the venues vast,uncovered dusty surface which was a throwback to early "concentration camp" design. The promoters made sure no one brought anything into the venue that could be used to shield the almost magnifying lens type beaming summer sun that made Anglos angry and itchy. But they gladly tried to sell it to you 10 feet later. Out on the stage stepped these hulking brutes vaguely resembling men, more werewolf like than human,covered in the cloths of animals they killed with their scowls. Oh no baby, these weren't regular animals of the North American continent. These were animals that made the John Deer and Carhartt wearing hillbillies of this area look up from their Emo kid bashing and say "Dang,Yo!" Then the music started....
When my senses fully recovered 3 songs in from the frontal attack of the guitars,the drummer made a funny gesture and broke into a wicked ass drum solo which in my innocence I thought was the finale. That was until I saw the crucifix. It started slowly rising as the drumming had reached a nearly Emily Rose demonic possession pitch when it snapped violently into place. The trance was only broken when the attached Christlike figured started convulsing like a victim of electroshock therapy. I swear the drummer never missed a beat even as the figure started shooting blood out of its orifices and began to rain down on him and his kit. He merely played the kit harder and harder as the drum heads filled with the murky mixture.
Oh, and the lyrics were deep and meaningful.

John Steel-Drummer For The UK Band The Animals-Born 1941
Florence LaRue-Vocalist for the US Band The 5th Dimension-Aquarius Bitch!!-Born 1944
Mary Ann Ganser-Margie Ganser-Vocalists for The US Band The Shangri-Las-Born 1947 respectively
Alice "Muthafuckin" Cooper aka Vincent Furnier-Father of the Opera Goth Rock-Without him there would be no Marilyn Manson-Sorry Brian-Born 1948
James Dunn-Vocalist Magician-Philly's Own Band The Stylistics-Born 1950
Phil Ehart-Drummer Us Bands Kansas & White Clover-Born 1951
Clint Black-Singer slash Songwriter slash Country Dude-Born 1962
Rick Burch-Bassist-US Band Jimmy Eat World-Born 1975
Natalie Imbruglia-Australian Singer and Grrl Power Activist-Born 1975
Cam'Ron aka Cameron Giles-Record Lable Prisoner For Rapping-Born 1976

piss off...

I'd Like To Thank The Academy..........For Sucking!!

2010-02-02T07:09:00.000-08:00

Once again the Academy For Arts and Sciences has bombed with its announcements for the next ho-hum nobody is going to watch this boring awards show. The choices were as plain as my subscription to Entertainment Weekly running out. Not one of those people on the Academy has ever left the house to even try to find the pulse of the American public. Either that or they must be part of the AARP army. "I Like Ike" should be the theme of the next show. Rosie the riveter should host the show. The orchestra that plays the bumper music during the show should be none other than The Benny Goodman Orchestra. My beef with this show is the apparent lack of imagination in which they rate the movies released during the year. I realize that the "job" must be an enormous task trying to digest about a couple hundred films and sorting them out in their appropriate genres but, they have a year right? Who are these people? And more importantly who gives them the right to make decisions on our behalf? Considering the fact that I also despise the Grammy's these questions are all moot. I can't honestly say that I am the most qualified person to critique the industry but being an American I'll just go ahead and flap my gums anyway. The mainstream has everyone convinced that what "they" say is best. The vast majority is sitting in their easy chairs, mouths open, bibs firmly in place as they are spoon-fed lies. Why do you think we have 24 hour news coverage? Do we really need that type of exposure to videos of cats using the toilet? Too bad good taste in movies and music isn't viral. What set me off you are wondering..Maybe it started the year that "Fight Club" got snubbed for..well, EVERYTHING!! Not that all of the other films weren't as good but not one mention of the film?? How does that even happen?? This year I sat in the john and predicted the Academy's picks. I also predicted "Watchmen" being overlooked because of its cynical outlook of a possible future-past tangent. If I have to hear anything else about "Avatar" I may hurl (in 3-d of course). Uh yeah Taratino going up for best picture? On a remake. What about "Kill Bill" which was much more than just a chop-socky tribute. No mention there. The only talent that I see in that category is Kathryn Bigelow for "Hurt Locker". Her eye sees more pain and frustration in post-Iraq Americans than any other director has had the cojones to attack up front. I am surprised about the super-indie favorite "District9" being at the grown-up table though. I love Sci-Fi and having it be the #1 draw this year makes me nervous. The genre hardly ever gets respect. Oh poop,I need to get into the music.

"OYE,HEAVY DOOTY!"
hellacious rant music
Four albums from a page in my CD book kinda like looking in on a serial killers secret diary:

I can't thank enough my friend Mike for turning me on to this band back in the late 90's. He was a podiatrist-to-be studying at Barry College and a native Chicagoan. His passion for all things off kilter were right in line with my slew of eccentric pals. The album was kinda like Mike, quiet sometimes and then without rhyme or reason explosive and rocking. The writing genius of Billy Corgan combined with the incredible musical talents of James Iha, D'Arcy and Jimmy Chamberlain combined to form a veritable Voltron of rock angst power shimmy shimmy coco pop goodness. FORM BLAZING SWORD!
The Dwarves stayed at my house after playing some god awful show at a bar I used to work for in Savannah,Ga. They brought booze,broads and some other band Damnation with them. So they were welcome of course. They left this album and went on their way the next day and I can't really recall having heard anything like it before. I mean was THE house of music were talking about. I had a full drum kit,amps,bass,Lectric gee-tars and a cool Blue and red neon Pabst Blue Ribbon light in the living room. Dirty ass muthaloving punk music. That's it plain and simple. Enjoy with the spirits if you may.

For those who attempt to foray into the delicate and complicated scene of lounge type electronica or downtempo music beware of imitators. This french duos first album is truly worth placing on your Sunday Brunch listening schedule. Starting off up tempo and fluctuating to dizzying sound scapes and melodic cloudbursts a virtual feast for the eyes inside of your eyes. (WTH?)
Knives out found me when I was working security at some shitty store. I think it was a sign to get out of that joint. Oh well. If you are a big fan of Radiohead you won't be disappointed.Remixed or reimagined Thom Yorke and the boys are on point here.

Graham Nash-Guitarist slash Vocalist-US Band Crosby,Stills,Nash&Young-Born 1942
Howard Bellamy-Vocalist-US Band The Bellamy Brothers-Born 1946
Peter Lucia-Drummer-US Band Tommy James &The Shondells-Born 1947
Alan McKay-Guitarist-US Band Earth,Wind&Fire-Born 1948
Ross Valory-Bassist-US Band Steve Miller Band&Journey-Born 1949
Roberto De Leo-Bassist-US Band Stone Temple Pilots-Born 1966
Ben Mize-Drummer-Canadian Band Counting Crows-Born 1971
Shakira Isabel Mebarak Ripoli-Singer slash Sex Object-Colombia's Gift To The US-Born 1977

now scram!

What Chew Talkin' 'Bout, Willis?

2010-01-31T18:26:00.001-08:00

Gary Coleman, age 42 arrested and booked after a domestic dispute turned UGLY. Apparently, his 25 year old girlfriend called the cops after an argument turned sour. Honestly I can't write anything funny or snide about this because it is just straight up sad. As a child I watched Gary Coleman's career soar to new heights and even then after the show ended, I also watched as his life became an ever-evolving train wreck. What we are witnessing is the revenge of the curse of the creatures ghost but WORSE!! Well the world don't move to the beat of just one drum,what might be right for you may not be right for some. I honestly think that it takes different strokes to move the world yes it does.

Only one album comes to mind for today:

Enjoy it Gary, if we only knew you better. Remember in jail you either fight somebody the first day, beat the living shit out of them and eat their ear OR you find a boyfriend. Good Luck and Godspeed.

El Baile De Los Que Sobran

2010-01-29T06:47:00.000-08:00

Recently I made an unbreakable vow to never become part of the Facebook community.According to J.K. Rowling I am scheduled to die of something horribly English. A "friend",who shall remain nameless,called to suggest I should check my email because he had sent me something.What I didn't realize is he had already put the ball in motion by signing me up,acquiring a password and posted some horrible picture of me swinging a cane in one hand and spilling a beverage in the other(I was more offended because I never spill beverages,he does).By the time I had checked my e-mail and clicked on the link to accept and activate my account there were 5 requests waiting for me. 40 friends later and many years rewound I have to admit regaining touch with my family and friends that I haven't seen in years is really nice.(most of them) On the flip side though, my age has weighed deeply on my addled brain. I don't look my age which helps but everyone else does which worries me. Maybe it's the extreme cold which has had some sort of "tupperwear effect" on aging. Or the altitude which is almost like a built in Botox fed into the air I breathe. Or embracing the fact that I don't fit the age mold.(mold? No,not like the bread thing they make a cream for that) My theory is rooted not in science but in science fiction. My love of the creative process the constant erasing this polishing that is the secret in my opinion. The "I don't care I will do it my way"attitude which has not slipped by my progeny may be another factor in the equation of my mixed up background. No one arrives at a certain point in life on his own. The prodding and pushings of life in general assist in this painful process of getting old. I admit many times I don't know why I am still here or what is the final outcome for my being here. Luck or Fate? Winners or Losers? Predisposition? I don't know but any day above ground is a good day.

Insanity in individuals is something rare - but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.: Friedrich Nietzsche

"OYE,HEAVY DOOTY!"
don't stop the body rock sessions

From the opening interlude to the metal driven ending this album is as innovative today as it was when I first heard it in Ecuador. I was living in the third world when the first world kicked the door in on my beach bungalow backdrop. The Fat Ninja had mailed me some tapes to pass the time as I cooled my heels in a sort of self-inflicted banishment.Chuck D and the gang had crossed the ocean to inform me that the revolution will not be televised.As if.

I have to admit I was not insanely crazy about the complete album. Big Daddy Kane didn't exactly kill it with this release like he did with "Long Live The Kane". So by the very end of the album he tries to out-rap Rudy "The King" Ray Moore (aka Dolomite)needless to say hilarity ensues.Tagline for this should be "If you are the tail,don't try to wag the dog"

Best way to start a day,listen a good old mixtape.World renowned as a DJ, Peanut Butter Wolf serves up a whole loaf of hip-hop goodness guaranteed to put a crick in your neck from excessive head bobbing. Most folks will rap along until a black person walks by which will prompt the famous "turn the volume down and act like they are listening to Michelle Branch" move.

If you don't understand "The Message"please don't look it up on Wikipedia.

And now for something completely different.

Tony Blackburn-UK-DJ slash Pirate-First Pirate DJ on BBC Radio One-Born 1943
Joe Beck-US Guitarist Extraordinaire-Solo Artist-Born 1945
Tony Ramone-Hungarian Born Drummer-US Band The Ramones-Born 1952
Louie Perez-Drummer slash Percussionist-US Band Los Lobos-Born 1953
Rob Manzoli-Singer-UK Band Right Said Fred-Born too sexy in 1954
Eddie Jackson-Bassist-US Band Queensryche-Born 1961
Marcus Vere-Synth Player-UK Band Living In A Box-Born 1962
Roddy Frame-Guitarist slash Singer-Scottish Band Aztec Camera-Born 1964

R.I.P.
James Jamersen-Bassist slash Tireless Session Master slash Co-Founder of the Motown Sound-US Band The Funk Brothers-Born 1936 Died August 2,1983

now go find out "the message"

Crying Is Bad When You Are Kissing

2010-01-25T07:46:00.000-08:00

I promised myself I wouldn't write anything about this album but it's parked itself on heavy rotation by the Zune gremlin so it has become almost unbearably unavoidable. From the beginning of the first song I am immediately warped somewhere else ripped from the comfort of my living room. Sounds cheesy right? Yeah I am not the greatest of word typists in this game but "Loveless" is just such an amazing album with so many wonderful memories attached it would be a crime to not share it with everyone. Yeah right,like anyone living in that time period wasn't listening to th... Oh I just remembered 1991 and the stuff all my friends and I were listening to!(blurry flashback segway)

The planets must have aligned perfectly during the months before and after the new year rang in just from the volume of the 1991 musical mega hit catalogue.(what an absolute mouthful)

Here are just a few examples of what I'm blathering on about:
(this is in no particular order)

Blood,Sugar,Sex,Magic - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Nevermind - Nirvana
Arise - Sepultura
Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill
Chronicles - The Velvet Underground
Foxbase Alpha - Saint Etienne
Trompe Le Monde - The Pixies
Eight Miles High ep - Husker Du

I guess that you honestly can't be in a million places at once but this minor setback only strengthens my resolve to share an unbiased view toward discovering new/old music all the time. Music is the ultimate form of a true person to person connection. Beats the hell out of Twitter. Sorry Twitter.Oh snap, are we still cool?

"OYE,HEAVY DOOTY!"
where did my youth go sessions

Too many miles skated away underfoot listening to this on my Walkman...My calf was hulk-like and freakishly weird looking on my lower leg.

"Come On Pilgrim". What could I possibly type that would make you want to listen to this? Maybe some back story right? OK; In my youth I worked in an Italian restaurant washing dishes and cooking 6-7 hours a night.Very tiresome repetitive work for those not familiar with kitchen work.The minute this tape went in it felt like I had slam dunked 4 redbulls down my gullet. Yeah this album will clean you out and replace your insides all wrong. You will love it or hate it, there are no grey lines with Frank Black.

Johnny Marr and Morrissey the 90's version of George and Weezy Jefferson. The Love slash Hate relationship you could not get enough of. The soundtrack to my high school second junior year.

If you didn't get the irony on the "Bitchin' Camaro" track then read no further. Growing up in the Miami-Ft.Lauderdale area and being 1 of maybe 30 skaters kinda leaves you segregated to a small crew of people so when new music came around we all crowded around the tape deck and listened greedily to the insane tales of life in a far off world called California. The music scene was breaking out hard in Southern California shooting chunks of dissent all the way across the states to hit small pockets of the resistance to bad pop radio dug in among the palm trees and tropical tanning products that shone in the Florida sun. This album rocks in so many ways you have to check it out.

Etta James-US R&B Singer Cadillac Records Superstar-Born 1938
Michael Cotton-Synth Player-US Band The Tubes-Born 1950
Stephen Jones-Aussie Electronic Musician-Born 1951
Malcolm Green-Drummer-UK Band Split Enz-Born 1953
Richard Finch-Bassist-US Band KC&The Sunshine Band-Born 1954
Andy Cox-Guitarist-UK Band Fine Young Cannibals-Born 1956
Gary Tibbs-Bassist-US Band Adam&The Ants-Born 1958

now close the dang door you're air conditioning the world...

More Shit I Can't Afford... (wah!)

2010-01-19T17:28:00.000-08:00

There are some things I want in this life, and I have to admit I have the majority on
LOCK DOWN.
(damn I still want a midget though)

Well kiddies from a frustrated music follower who can't afford the lifestyle of the slightly young and disorganized festival junkie comes this years line-up for the Coachella Music Festival. And yes I am still pissed that I missed Peter Murphy singing "Bela Lugosi's Dead" hanging upside down a-la-Dracula the other year.(I don't know years)

call me frustrated... Tickets for the 2010 edition of Coachella go on sale Friday (January 22) at 10 a.m. through the fest's official site, with a three-day pass costing $269.

The full lineup for the 2010 Coachella festival, according to concert promoter Goldenvoice:

Friday, April 16: Jay-Z, LCD Soundsystem, Them Crooked Vultures, Vampire Weekend, Deadmau5, Public Image Limited, the Specials, Grizzly Bear, Passion Pit, Echo and the Bunnymen, Benny Benassi, Fever Ray, Grace Jones, She & Him, Erol Alkan, the Avett Brothers, Calle 13, the Whitest Boy Alive, the Cribs, La Roux, Yeasayer, Lucero, DJ Lance Rock, The Dillinger Escape Plan, Proxy, Ra Ra Riot, Deer Tick, Wolfgang Gartner, Aeroplane, Iglu & Hartly, Sleigh Bells, P.O.S., Baroness, Hockey, Little Dragon, White Rabbits, Wale, Kate Miller-Heidke, As Tall as Lions, Jets Overhead, Alana Grace, Pablo Hassan.

Saturday, April 17: Muse, Faith No More, Tiësto, MGMT, David Guetta, the Dead Weather, Hot Chip, Devo, Coheed and Cambria, Kaskade, 2Many DJ's, Major Lazer, Dirty Projectors, Gossip, Z-Trip, the xx, John Waters, Les Claypool, the Raveonettes, Mew, Sia, Camera Obscura, Tokyo Police Club, Porcupine Tree, Old Crow Medicine Show, Aterciopelados, Bassnectar, Frightened Rabbit, Dirty South, Flying Lotus, Corinne Bailey Rae, Pretty Lights, Shooter Jennings, RX Bandits, the Almighty Defenders, Edward Sharp and the Magnetic Zeros, Craze & Klever, Zoe, the Temper Trap, Portugal. The Man, Band of Skulls, Girls, Beach House, Steel Train, Frank Turner.

Sunday, April 18: Gorillaz, Pavement, Thom Yorke, Phoenix, Orbital, Spoon, Sly and the Family Stone, De La Soul, Julian Casablancas, Plastikman, Gary Numan, Charlotte Gainsbourg, Sunny Day Real Estate, Yo La Tengo, MUTEMATH, Deerhunter, Infected Mushroom, Club 75, Matt & Kim, the Big Pink, Gil Scott-Heron, King Khan and the Shrines, Florence and the Machine, Yann Tiersen, Little Boots, Miike Snow, Talvin Singh, Ceu, B.o.B., Babasonicos, Owen Pallett, the Glitch Mob, Mayer Hawthorne, Local Natives, Rusko, the Middle East, Hadouken!, the Soft Pack, Kevin Devine, Paparazzi, Delphic, One EskimO.

whatever...

The Death Of Soul

2010-01-18T08:29:00.001-08:00

I put off writing this until all the hype had died down and everyone went back to focusing on Haiti and how much they have donated to the cause. I didn't want to seem insincere to Teddy's family and friends who actually knew him on a personal basis. All I have to connect him to my life are the memories attached to the soundtrack of his voluminous back catalogue of hits. Teddy was a big part of my childhood thanks to my fathers love of R&B and the Soul cuts that littered the airwaves back in the late 50's thru early 70's before the explosion of the softer side of the seventies when all the white artists started exploring their pain of their whiteness (see AM gold the Time Life compilation). All songs filtered through the needle on the record and seeped heavily like thick maple syrup through me and left indelible scars of a sense of helplessness that being a young hispanic male on the verge of puberty I could not fully realize until my voice cracked.Teddy said "No,not yet;you still have a ways to go". In a time of greats like Bobby Womack,Marvin Gaye,Smokey,Al Green,Curtis Mayfield to name a few Teddy distinguished himself by adding just the right amount of anguish in his voice that made you really connect on a higher harmonic range. He will sorely be missed.Teddy Pendergrass dead at 59, done in by colon cancer after surviving a near fatal car crash in 1982 which severed his spinal cord.
I think a little bit of Philadelphia died that day.

"OYE,HEAVY DOOTY!"
turn out the lights session

(fist up in the air)We miss you Marvin!

Bobby used to sneak into the recording studio late at night with a bottle of wine,take off his shirt and shoes and write, sing and record the whole night through...

Vocoder work on "I Thought It Was You.." in a word...remarkable!

The Rev. had a jealous woman throw hot grits on him while he was in the shower. Hell truly hath no fury, right? Ahmad would appreciate this story.

If you missed the boat on this one the first time around,no worries take the ticket this time and run with it. Right Ice-T?

Al Foster-UK-Jazz Drummer Phenom-Born 1944
Larry"Legs"Smith-Jazz Drummer-UK Band Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band-Born 1944
Steve Grossman-US-Alto Sax-Miles,Elvin Jones,Coltrane-Born 1951
Tom Bailey-Singer slash Keyboard-UK Band Thompson Twins-Born 1954
Bob Rosenberg-US-Producer slash DJ-The Supergroup Will TO Power-Born 1959
JoJo Mayer-Swiss Drummer-The Monty Alexander Group-Born 1963
Jim O'Rourke-US Band Sonic Youth-Experimental Guitar God slash Producer-Born 1969
Jonathan Davis-Vocalist-US Band Korn-Born 1971
Crispian Mills-Guitarist-UK Band Kula Shaker-Born 1973

now don't forget to collect your belonging as you exit the site...

Aliens Are Among Us....

2010-01-13T18:05:00.000-08:00

Sign Me Up.

Canada Can Rock,Yessiree...

2010-01-12T07:44:00.000-08:00

Today will be a spot dedicated to the hard working and generally all around nice people of Canada. I had a couple of bands already in mind that I was going to write about but that was completely shot to shit when I started digging a little deeper into the ole record crates.Apparently Canadian musicians are so deeply interwoven into this tapestry we call the American music scene that separating them from the US would be like separating conjoined twins that share the same heart and throwing the punier one in the trash.Not an easy task I think for a Tuesday.All I really wanted to do was to thank them for being good neighbors and sharing all their goodies with us.Not to mention the fact that Canadian bands are as vast as the frozen tundra that covers the majority of their countryside. I would like to point out also that Canada means "settlement" taken from a St.Lawrence Iraquion word.This settlement is bursting at the seams with really good music and luckily for us with the advent of modern technology we may access the plethora auditory wisdom which spews forth from its loins.(gross)sorry I watched 30 days of night and had really weird dreams about being stuck out in the cold and chased by unknown attackers.I had kicked the blankets off in the middle of the night. and without further ado......

"OYE,HEAVY DOOTY!"
A Mari Usque Ad Mare (from sea to sea)

The Arcade Fire was introduced to me through a mutual friend who usually goes a little light for my tastes but on the whole has a firm grasp on music.He burned me "Neon Bible" and I downed "Funeral"both in which I was pleased with what I heard immediately and actually repeated both the albums when they were done. I enjoyed both immensely and that's always a plus with new stuffs. Thank you Canada.

Another fine album I stumbled on.I can't say I have heard anything like this since.It really captured an era of silliness and fun which was the late 90's. Damn if I didn't have fun though. Great for background music at parties. If you have friends. If you don't, well grab a carton of ice cream and head to your bedroom and maybe this album will make you jump up and down in bed in your robe with cold cream all over your face like a 17 year old girl in a John Hughes movies. Thank You Canada.

The Cowboy Junkies?? Shall I even go on? To the uninitiated this group has gotten sooooo many people play.HOW MUCH you ask? Think all the ass of all the boy bands in the world have collectively got and maybe you can understand the relevance to music that this band signifies. I apologize but I watched "Be Kind Rewind" this week and that sentence sounds so Jack Black. So,yeah I like this band more than just a little.Thank You Canada.

I have another apology to make, I Twitter. So with that said, I have two things to say in my defense. (1)I am sad to confirm that I can't claim credit for being cool enough to pick this up on my own. (2) I downed this on a recommendation from Questlove of The Roots fame,my pal...(just kidding,that's like psycho talk, muahhhhaha!!! oh sorry.) It's one of his Sunday Swift f.m.tracks. LOVE IT! So get it,get it,get it. Thank You Canada.

LOVED IT! I heard this and it made my brain pack a bag and go to Ecuador for a week and do hard drugs. Then I got a job at a Wet Willies in Savannah,Ga. Finally, things started getting weird in my life, believe you me. I had been really into Trans Am "surrender to the night" a couple years earlier so this seemed like a smooth transition. Sort of like using underwear in the day and a pull-up at night. Thank You Canada.

Special shout out to Nelvana Films for always supporting the up and coming Indie film directors.

Because I suck all these birthdays are from yesterday January 12th.
Whatever!!
(old guy handwave from far off)

Cynthia Robinson-Vocalist-Bad Ass US band Sly and the Motherfucking Family Stone-Born 1946
Philipe Rose-Vocalist-Indian Chief of the Village People-Born 1954
Per Gesele-Guitar player and everything else-Swedish band Roxette-Born 1959
Rob Zombie-Musician slash Director-US band White Zombie-Born 1965
Zach De La Rocha-Vocalist slash Social Activist-US band Rage Against The Machine-Born 1970
RaeKwon-Hip-Hop Assassin Lyrical Swordsman-US group Wu-Tang muthafucka-Born 1970
Mel C. (aka Sporty Spice)-Vocalist slash Sex symbol-UK group Spice Girls-Born 1974

Now get off my lawn before I call in the leeches....

Juliet Burke Is A Bad-Ass

2010-01-11T07:09:00.000-08:00

So many new things have been circling overhead the last couple of weeks so the writing has been pushed aside momentarily. Lots of new and exciting music has made its way into my greedy little hands to bring in the new year. I consider myself to be of the discerning tastes when it comes to certain things but where music is invloved, I am a slut. Or as I dubbed myself yesterday a "twitwhore".only after speaking to Questlove of "The Roots" fame.It generated a couple new followers on Twitter but after that brush with the famous I started spouting off at the mouth about food recipes and cocktail concoctions. I had turned the corner and began sharing myself with the cyberworld. If you scream in space will anyone hear you?

For X-mas I received a ticket to the Gogol Bordello show which was AMAZING to say the least. The venue was weak but not crowded. We arrived early and quickly made our way to the front gate and held our post until the lights went low. I had done some research on the opening band The Extraordinaires the week before the show only to wrap my mind as to what type of show it was going to be. The last time Gogol Bordello had played in the area DJ Scratchy had played a 1 hour set of Balkan inspired music which ranged from The Cows to Gypsy orchestra set to a thumping dub beat with many flavors peppered in for a smooth path into your virgin earholes. My earholes were fully violated the month before due to a run-in with a couple of pirate torrent sites which shall remain nameless (wink-wink-nudge-nudge) So I like to do my research before I run straight into something like a Gogol show. The outcome was 100% refreshing.The opening band was called The Extraordinaires which are originally a 2 piece band consisted of Jay Purdy and Matt Gibson straight outta Philly. The music they create is something akin to a Rube Goldberg illustration jumping off the page, pulling its pants down mooning you then writing the most profound lyrics ever conceived...It was kinda like watching a young Flaming Lips meets They Might Be Giants. In their own right though I cannot say they mimic them but for the uninitiated that is basically what YOU might hear on the street spewed out by music critics.The set was tight and fun with a taste of "we have an inside joke" but we will never tell. Fun & energetic they kept the crowd rolling along with them in the van telling stories making people laugh.Good vibes abounded.Minor fish technical difficulties aside a good show all in all.

Outside in the 22 degree cold with a windchill factor of "my balls are freezing off "stood the band talking to everyone who passed by.I of course approached them and thanked them for such a great performance and commented on the sheer luck of embarking on tour with Gogol.They gushed genuine graciousness. And let me in on the secret of how the adjoining members (they were now four) had only played with them for 7 days because Gogol had asked them to bring in more players..Truly I was fooled. They made something truly wonderful from the curve ball that was thrown at them.The CD and book they GAVE me was in a word "Beautiful" and being a frustrated artist myself I can appreciate the work and love that when into the packaging as well as the music.Electric and Benevolent an album and a story that chronicles a scientists journey down the path of discovery and self realization that all things are relative... My favorite song is still "The man in the suit".The company that put it out is called PUNK ROCK PAYROLL. check it out and be amazed ...I think I need the Van Wars album next, I need to check out the band Kill You In The Face also. Thanks again guys.

The Gogol Bordello part of the show was impressive,I am a seasoned veteran of their shows so in saying "impressed" it's only because how can they seem so chaotic but organized; sporadic but tight. Eugene and his people are charismatic and devoted to their fans. He stopped at one point when a bouncer had manhandled a girl that was thrown over the barricades and asked the guy "is this not the new year"his accent bit heavy"If this the new year then why can't we leave those old things behind?" he bit heavily into each syllable. The bouncer shrugged and the song went on.His point resounded in my mind every year we wipe the slate clean and we can be better that we were before. So let's try it... oh and I stole the set list after the show was over. yesss....SCORE!

"OYE,HEAVY DOOTY"
resetting the Zune is bad...

Yes I know this album looks like a graphic designers portfolio piece trying to impress the headhunters from the Ad agency you've always wanted a job with. However,don't be hasty when looking up cover art. I received a bootleg of this the day it came out. The Rocking Horse Winner was another experiment headed by Henry Olmino. Let me explain, in all the years I have known this guy he has had maybe 20 bands.This was my favorite to say the least because all the others were missing "esa chispa" the spark,the life force of any band.Jolie provided that spark and rocketed the slick sound(3 drum techs?come on Matt) further out of the small scene in Ft.Lauderdale.Fully original sound from beginning to end I regret never sitting in to see the live show although The Fat Ninja said they were amazing.

Leave it to the ice and cold to produce louder than your mom bands. Hailing(no pun intended)from Vancouver, B.C. a two piece auditory nightmare of cacophonous sound bridging the realms of science and technology filtered thru what it seems is two dirty bandaids, the Japandroids throw catchy hooks and snappy lyrics together like the commercial when the chocolate gets mixed with the peanuts butter. AMEN.

Throwing away tapes is a really,really hard thing for me to do.I still own a Sony Walkman but the motor is sort of done and everything plays back at just a little bit slower than the live reproduction.This was just recently transfered to the digital Zune experience format. Yeah I still like it, maybe because this came out before the tidal wave over Over-Emo youth brigade took over the airwaves.Not too whiny but more important very much rocking.You'll swoon to the lyrics.Maybe I can lable this "guilty pleasure".Sort of like ABBA.

I can't remember the first time I heard The Blue Hearts but I believe in was in the late 80' maybe early 90's from a friend of mine who was really into video games, anime(when it was dubbed Japanimation)and asian things in general. Hiroto Komoto rules!! His voice resounds with colorful lyrics and a general playfulness reminiscent of The Jam or The Clash.Makes for a great party soundtrack,I can't stand still when its on.

I though drug addiction was bad until I started watching this during the actual running of season 3 due to the fact that I live in West Buttfuck Egypt so TV reception is spotty at best. With the advent of DTV I wasn't too broken up about missing anything because I realized that TV on DVD was the greatest thing since disposible diapers. SO, the week before everything went digital we hunkered down in front of the tv and watched the last episode of season 5 in full HD. The next day when all the stations went HD, we lost ABC. I received season 5 for xmas so it could tide me over but the new season is drawing down on us and no ABC in sight yet.

help.

Born on this date

Franz Sebastian Haindl - Austrian Composer - Born 1727
Slim Harpo - American Songwriter - Born 1924
Clarence Clemmons - Sax player - E Street Band - Born 1942
Naomi Judd - Singer - The Judds - Born 1946
Mary J. Blige - Singer - Born 1971

and now I must search the heavens for ABC...

A Return To Old Things

2009-12-30T13:20:00.000-08:00

You might think that this will be a rant about the new year coming and blah blah blah. Instead it will be a welcoming and refreshing journey into the advent of really good old fashioned big budget American style gore in movies. When the money is there and the actors follow suit and KNB is involved, let the body parts fly!!. KNB, by the way is a one hell of a special effects company see Imdb for links. Tranformers,Land of the Dead,Dawn of the Dead (redux) etc. etc. too many to list. And then last but not least to further propel me into the the halls of geekdom; I watched Law abiding Citizen and called it from the very first (gore) shot. I positively knew it was KNB EFX. They can't be beat. I of course have tried out my hand at gore and have triumphed by jumping out of the mold and trying my hand at creating my own stuffs.Observe.

Sure nothing to write home about but nonetheless I will worship the silicon Greg Nicotero works in to create his horrible masterpieces...

"OYE,HEAVY DOOTY"
I always pick the runner-up sessions

Burning up the mini-drive inside the Zune...

The Skyhooks-Living in The Seventies.

"Yeah I'm living in the seventies
Eatin' fake food under plastic trees
My face gets dirty just walkin' around
and I need another pill to calm me down"

Living in the 70's (G.Macainsh. Mushroom Music Aust.)

AUSTRALIA ROCKS!!! (no shit,right?)This gem was found under a friends couch and made its way digitally into my brain via bluetooth headphones which smelled of ear cheese which for those who aren't up on that smell you obviously haven't had any ear piercings that led to stretching to insane gauges.Your loss.

Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros may sound old but they are very new.They are a band led by Alex Ebert, vocalist of the power pop group Ima Robot.Makes me think of the mountain ranges around where I live and crawling up in front of a roaring fire while tripping on microdots..Damn the cold is getting to me.Enjoy with a side of fine mexican agriculture.

My cousin recommended this to me and I have to admit the fat fucker was right.Sensuous,Arduous oh fuck I swallowed an adjective pill from a romance novelist.This album makes me wanna wax up my moustache into a very pointy thing and speak with a strong accent. CARAJO! You may find yourself growing a mustache like mine. I have dubbed mine "The Josetrix" It's dubious.

If you don like this then jou are a estupido senor!! Okay so the accent does not translate well onto the page I admit but this album makes me all fuzzy inside.The definitive final HUZZAH from Roger Waters,something cathartic about this album he once said. I thoroughly enjoy the journey through the entire album. I am not one of the "cassingle" people. You know, that ill-fated cassette single with one side of the song you like and some bull chets on the other. The eighties version of the 45. Waters truly delivers his final farewell quite poignantly..I was one of the people who hated seeing him leave Pink Floyd but he did surprise me with the follow up...

I remember sitting in my fathers house thinking "I am going to tear the roof off this house as soon as he leaves". He (my dad) had the very best in home stereo systems for as long as I can remember. He didn't even need the tkd4000 installed to produce more Quads per channel. He just knew how to wire up something truly great sounding for little to no money. That evening as I lay on the carpet in front of the speakers I watched a movie evolve from my ears to my minds eye...I dream in color and I didn't use any drugs at this period in my life so it was beter than the laser light planetarium show..A beast of a record all the way to the bone.I never looked at a person in a wheelchair the same after this album, I still cringe when I see the new motorized shits that are out now on the infomercials. I'm afraid they can control the launching of the nuclear missiles....with their minds.(shudder)

Tyrese Darnell Gibson-US-R&B artist slash model-born 1978

Jay Kay-UK-lead singer-Jamiroquai-born 1969-use the force

Tracey Ullman-UK-singer,actress,comedian,made Matt Groening rich as hell-born 1959

Patti Smith-US-musician extraordinaire,poet,vocalist-born 1946

Michael Nesmith and Davey Jones-US-vocalists for super group The Monkees-born 1945 and 1942 respectively

now poop the poop off,proper...

Why Capitalism Sucks or Merry Xmas

2009-12-26T12:33:00.000-08:00

Vladimir Lenin wrote:
Capitalists are no more capable of self-sacrifice than a man is capable of lifting himself up by his own bootstraps. Now you sit down in your chair, relax , take it easy, don't flip out I was just quoting someone famous..I am not a full on Communist, I just feel 100 percent of what he says is truth. Let's face it, Capitalism hasn't worked for us (poor folk) in decades. If that were so then why is a third of the population incarcerated? I don't want to pull the race card so I will just say the "It's Us Against Them" vibe is clearly more active this time of year. Crime sprees are up, suicides, bomb threats, physical altercations abound, liquor store hold-ups, dogs and cats living together, MASS HYSTERIA.!! Tis' the season, indeed. We are a nation of complainers and spoiled rotten bastards. Lucky we are to have what we possess in this country. If not then why do thousand upon thousands of immigrants risk their life and limb to shovel chicken shit for a living. The industrialized nations of the earth draw countless souls into their dark underbellies, grind their bones and spit them out. I was very fortunate this season but I could not help think of all my friends and family in other parts of the world and the crap they had to swallow this year...a couple friends of mine are having some really hard times in South America right now and I feel hopeless. Ah. there is comfort in knowing that at least there is still compassion and hope left in this world. Heard about a lot of good deeds going on. Good shit, man. Makes me wanna keep on fighting the hellish crusades of Yuppie scum.

Speaking of yuppie scum. If I were so mentioned I would not desire to be sent to the Suzukan School for Boys. Based on a manga strictly devised for angry Tokyo teens,CrowsZero is a phenomenon straight out of Tokyo for the frustrated Yanki member in all of us. Or is that just me. Straight up I wanted to kick a mutherfucker in the teeth after watching this movie. Now I will always be a rabid loyal fan of The Warriors (the original cut,not that new cut with the animated cells in between it totally sucks major ass)but as far as gang movies this shines a light in its own path.Speaking of gang movies.....

Absolutely in no order I will present the (in my opinion,which is probably shite)All-Knowing-Shit Ass list of gang movies to watch when you're old and drunk...First off ," The Warriors a futuristic view of the aftermath of the hippie invasion of the sixties. Unlike most states the City of New York was in no mood to put up with that bullshit in the 70's. That's why they couldn't pass into Brooklyn after 1971 they's was tired of that shit.Good fights and awful acting toughness. Also I am upset that a gang member named Rembrandt couldn't fucking tag...

Aww, I had to mention The Outsiders, didn't I???But only because I was a REAL LIFE greaser not because of the hair product but because I am a greasy hispanic who could speak better English than most of the american rednecked folks I dealt with on a daily basis. Damn it if you could not relate to the inner turmoils of being white trash and bested by the towns rich folk. I could have wrote it in the 70's but I couldn't read or write yet.Some white girl beat me to it.

Yeah I blame the 70's on this honorable mention, like I said I went to Drive-In theaters alot.I grew up partially in New York and I was fascinated by the fact that years later I always felt like I was some sort of polyglot because I could understand Brooklynese.Don't expect any mind altering words of wisdom from this flick just bask in the innocence of a long gone era where "making it" was more sacred than getting an over-the-shirt titty feel.

What are you kidding me? I still yell "VATOS LOCOS FOREVER"whenever I can. Yes, the neighbors hate it but what can I do.Finally a white guy makes one of the best Hispanic gang movies ever.Oh yeah there was this one too.....

I really can't stomach the knife in the ass scene so this one can go under "Hardcore for no reason" only because at least "BLOOD IN BLOOD OUT" has a underlying message. And no, "Colors" will not get any merit..sorry not doing it.

Yeah he married Madonna but so what; he still had the great idea of filming all the twats in England that could fuck him up proper, yeah? Genius.
My idea of gangs because growing up this all I knew. You didn't bang for anything but the things you didn't have and other people were waving in your face and making you feel like shit for wanting it. A Hispanic caste system you say? Yeah maybe. The definitive modern gang movie. No frills here just straight up reality.Bitch.
Jared Leto-lead singer of the US band 30 Seconds To Mars-born 1971
Jay Noel Yeunger-bassist for the US band White Zombie-born 1967
Henning Schmitz-programmer for the German band Kraftwerk-born 1953
Phil Spector-producer,songwriter,creator of "The Wall Of Sound"-born 1940

now fuck off before I jump you in..

Music Is Music

2009-12-21T18:56:00.000-08:00

MENTEZ AZTEKAZ

DNABEATZ/DJ DNA/PRODUCER/FILM MAKER/MARKETING/ | MySpace Music VideosThese guys are making it happen with the advent of Internet cafes and microsofts Movie maker. Someone knows someone uses the equipment BOOM viral..

What The Crap!!!

2009-12-18T15:32:00.000-08:00

I WANT THIS!!!
Madhouse productions of "Paprika" fame has knocked it out of the park!!!
I am giddy as a schoolgirl.(WTF?)

Thank God for The British Invasion!!!

2009-12-18T07:39:00.000-08:00

Seriously, can you not appreciate how awesome this shirt is? I couldn't vote this past election because of my religious beliefs(kidding)but I think I would have rocked this out in line waiting to vote. In the spirit of democracy I would like to extend the olive branch of friendship and eternal thanks to the Nation Of Britain. No, those two sentences have nothing to do with each other.

Thank you England for recognizing the talent of our black musicians, digesting it wholeheartedly then regurgitating it in our faces sounding much harder and angrier at times. The basis for rock-n-roll you say? Anyone? Bueller? The blues guitar lick, the slide guitar sound,the lyrics depicting something so very somber and gritty and shocking even at times. It probably sounded really relevant to the post war youth of Britain.They took it and ran like thieves man, I wish I could have lived that time period. They recognized the raw talent in Jimi Hendrix channeled it like a laser through a maze of mirrors and unleashed him on the masses at Monterrey where he lit his guitar on fire and gave birth to the punk movement whether he knew it or not.(this is all strictly heresy but I believe it sprang forth from his loins) Ungh !(crotch-thrust to the sky)

and without further ado...the new British invasion (no not fucking Coldplay)

"OYE, HEAVY DOOTY!"
poof means something different in England sessions

I have to give to this band man they is TIGHT! The first time I listened to this album it was on faith alone, maybe because someone mentioned it on some site or thru the random torrent searches I embarked on at 1am on a random weeknight. This time my gamble paid off and I was well rewarded.A solid back beat which makes me believe London has given birth to some great drummers.Lyrics and melodies fit for a king or for invading a small country and declaring a ruling monarchy,this album provides it all.

This was also a surprise I had downed it about a week before British Sea Power and also received a pleasant surprise.On the tip of an English version of Nick Drake but more rocking.The band is definitely ready for airplay.

Kasabian the band was named after Linda Kasabian a member of the Charles Manson cult. Now with that said I think we should not worry about that now because this band is amazing and they will soon be dispensing face-melting in the states with their power rock fused with Dan The Automators insane producing skillz(see Gorillaz)Some songs have a sense of dread attached to them.Maybe that's just me.True story from the carwash files some a-hole almost wrecked because I had to replay the track "Thick As Thieves"I didn't believe it belonged on the same album..In fact the whole album offers different styles of music crammed together.

This band requested my friendship on the Myspaces and I usually find out a little about them before submitting my answer which is almost always "HELL NO"..But..30 seconds into their first track I was floored..First off I am a big fan of instrumental bands and musics. My first forage in this genre was a band called Karma To Burn. Rock instrumental? Is that even a genre? Joe Satriani was rock instrumental. Well this band is going to blow the fuck up to say the least. Now where is my endorsement check?

Christina Aguilera-singer-born 1980
Raymond Herrera-drummer-For The U.S. band FearFactory-born 1972
DMX-rapper-born 1970
Daddy G. aka Grant Marshall-U.K. group Massive Attack-born 1959
Geordie Walker-guitarist-For the U.K. band Killing Joke-born 1958
Keith Richards-guitarist-For the U.K. band The Rolling Stones - born 1943

R.I.P.
Brian James "Chas" Chandler-bassist-For the U.K. band The Jimi Hendrix Experience-born 1938 died July 17th 1996

now fuck off proper....

Last One For Today

2009-12-17T09:48:00.000-08:00

Found this by accident.. Pink Floyd's "Goodbye Cruel World" from the album "The Wall" covered by Helado Negro...damn he's good.

New Section Preview

2009-12-17T08:44:00.000-08:00

Preview of new section entitled:

Some Birthdays Of The Day

Earl Hudson: drummer for the D.C. band Bad Brains born 1957
Ryan Key: guitarist for Yellowcard born 1979
Mick Quinn: bassist for the UK band Supergrass born 1969
Sarah Dallin: singer for the band Bananarama born 1961
Dave Harman aka Dave Dee: singer for the UK band Dave Dee,DozyBeaky,Mick&Tich
born 1943
Art Neville:singer for the band The Neville Brothers born 1937

Irritable Bowel Syndrome Of The Brain?

2009-12-17T07:00:00.000-08:00

All Woody Allen jokes aside I have to admit this is one of those few times when I can't compete with the picture by adding some lame caption...I will just go on my way and let it sink in somehow.

I have been racking my brain trying to devise some "sitting at home but making money" scheme for the past few weeks but in order to make money you need money because that money in turn makes more money. Redundancy at its finest. I thought of selling plasma to get that "seed cash" but being covered in tattoos makes the people at the blood bank cringe. Maybe donating seed would be more fruitful you say? Yeah this town could definitely use a boost in its collective IQ. I may not be Mensa material but I will give a Jeopardy champ a run for his/her money. I am really trying hard to put a more satisfying spin on this blog to generate cash flow but according to my counter there really is no traffic around here. I could compare this blog to an off ramp gas stations public restroom but only more like the bathroom in "Trainspotting". The cash flow has been trickling in but not really anything to type about. Winter is hard for anyone around these parts but slap a shitty job on the fire alongside a collective group of employers that think $7.25 an hour is merit to berate you, well that's just grounds for alcoholism and falling asleep with a lit cigarette.

I love this country; don't get me wrong and twisted up in the mix,home skillet. I blame my DNA for dissenting so much. My family tree is a mix of angry people from South America and angry people from Europe. It's like ammonia and bleach. Tune in for more trash.

"OYE,HEAVY DOOTY"
the dissenter mix

The sheer talent and magnitude of Yoko Kanno could fill 26 blogs stuffed to the point of bursting. Her 3rd album in the Cowboy Beebop series is short but sweet and delivers on all gears (Jazz,Rock,Techno,etc.). Her musical genius is unrivaled in her hometown of Miyagi,Japan. I am certainly glad she chose music over being a writer only because I would have somewhat of a mental breakdown trying to compete with her.

Kid Koala has never disappointed anyone because he literally came onto the playground and kicked all of your toys out of the sandbox and buried them after he pushed you over the see-saw. This album is that,in a nutshell. That's why I always say never ever assume anything from a non descript cover. If you think DJ Shadow is the shit, grab another turd holmes, this one's nuttier.

If I catch anyone saying something bad about this man I will whip their monkey ass.
A genius who walked the earth for far too little time.Any album you listen to will prove this to you. Choice picks would be Blue Train,Impulse presents and John Coltrane plays the Blues..He played on over 100 albums in just 20 years. All the Jazz greats are attached to him whether you know it or not. Remarkable body of work we should all strive to be so great.

Speaking about dissenting, this cat was homeless in the Bronx NYC, rapping about whatever and finally had the chance to make his voice heard,LOUDLY with an album called Criminal Minded. His friend and longtime collaborator Scott-La Rock was killed shortly after at a party which then strengthened KRS-ONE's resolve to beat the streets that might also kill him. His power and pain shines through on this album which the cover was an homage to the brother Malcolm X's famous portrait. I remember the first time I heard the cut "My Philosophy"... words escape me. No literally I have to go and get my dictionary...

now fuck off...

The Smack&The Dopes

2009-12-14T11:21:00.000-08:00

I think the caption should read,"Man they sell some weird shits at the Dollar Store in Japan!!" Blog picture shopping has convinced me that the internet is completely fucking useless.

But on a lighter note, I skinned my knees on a trip down memory lane this past week. A recent visit from my father bore unexpected fruits when he dropped a ton of really cool ideas for songs on me. We talked about his teenage days living in Ecuador and growing up in the time of Elvis and the birth of Latino Rock. Really good stuff was downloaded this weekend. Many pearls which I have not listened to in about 20 years. The building blocks of my formative years were stripped bare. All the sounds I heard in my childhood were laid out bare. It was a good visit.

Another reason I am so excited is because my band Espanish Leyser has kind of hit a cooling down period and I really don't want to see it fade out (I hate throwing things out sometimes) And to further heat things up I met a potential drummer who can play the slow stuff but wants to be in a rock band, hey, I know one.

....From the CarWash Files....

Saturday was just plain awful. Not because of the impending storm bearing down on my fair town but because that was the day I had to grace "The Wash" with my presence. Over the past 3 weeks I had escaped my sentence due to inclement weather so my psyche had scarred over enough to withstand the verbal assaults of my captors.(what a drama queen) It is quite liberating to be able to walk in, do my job and leave. I had fallen out the laser keen eye of my bosses (7 at last count) and slipped through the day without any incident. However before leaving for the day I was approached by a newer manager and was reprimanded on my job performance for the day. Maybe a month ago it would have bothered me but I had to laugh, in fact I laughed in her face and continued my job at hand. This was a trainee that worked under me so it was a real treat to be able to just walk away from it all. 20 minutes later I punched out and I was on my way.I'm curious to see what happens on my next shift. What-ev.

"OYE,HEAVY DOOTY"
The I Don't Give a Crap Sessions

This latest slew of musical obsession has me crazy with ideas. Teetering between a total rock meltdown and a crack fueled hip hop attack of the ear I give you the latest rotation of insanity burning thru the Zune...

Anything Bad Brains is good for your mind,your brain and your head too.

The Romeo and Juliet of the soul industry? Yeah add cocaine,gasoline and a right cross that puts Frazier to shame..Light, throw and run away. Good fucking music though.

If you don't like Weezer you can kiss my brown ass.
I follow anything Mark Laneagan does but I have to thank my son Estorio for loading this in the Zune, to sum it up briefly, incredibly haunting and beautiful.

This group was like 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon not because of his broad filmography but because I don't have enough time to describe the catalogue of music which led me to this point in time but nonetheless truly captivating.

The expansiveness of this list can only be bookended by this album. I think of it as the heels of the bread, nice and crusty but filling at the same time. Japanese screaming punkrock for a film about fighting, yeah no love story here. Perfect for planning a bank robbery.The tagline reads "Birds of a feather, Fight together"

now eff off as hell....

I Think I Just Made Water In My Pantaloons

2009-12-10T10:01:00.000-08:00

Uh, quick gift idea for anyone reading this. I just found out so now you just found out, I am Soooo sure, right? So with that being typed in I can resume my day of chasing the potty surfer.

now do it in the potty

Quick Shout Out

2009-12-10T07:06:00.001-08:00

In case I never mentioned it Helado Negro is the newest addition to the myriad of musical screams in the night. Anyone has the chance to make their thoughts heard to the rest of the world and this cat is definitely making his mark on the world. I am extremely proud of him and I wish him the best of luck for all the years he has left to come and hope to sit in one day with him whilst he forges on throughout the storm that is music. New release is out on Asthmatic Kitty Records Tuesday of this week that means you are late go and buy it, NOW!

Helado Negro Past Shows \| iCal \| RSS
Friday 2009-12-11	State X New Forms Festival Den Haag, Netherlands Set: 11:50p
Saturday 2009-12-12	Folk Art Now Festival Bremen, Denmark Set: 10:00p
Sunday 2009-12-13	Cafe Video Gent, Belgium Set: 9:00p

Don't BullChet A BullChetter

2009-12-10T06:11:00.000-08:00

I like a good fairy tale like the next person but I can't swallow a full on lie when confronted by it. The top 3 lies: (in no particular order)
1. I was just coming over to pay you the money I owe you.
2. Ok, this is the LAST drink and then we leave.
3. I'm just going to put the head in for one second, that's all.

I just spent a couple of days thinking about what direction this [blog] should head in and I have decided that the format will not change, the music section will get bigger and I will still tell people like it is. There is no room for being politically correct and tip toeing around because the truth has to be heard and dammit all to hell if I am going to censor myself. By the way I was pleasantly surprised to find a hidden movie on the Zune this week. An Academy award winning regular ass movie was hidden in plain sight, mislabeled of course, this was handed down to me by Estorio who has the worst spelling ever and apparently has problems reading. He was a product of whiskey and Rush. God's own blueprint handed down and left out in the rain so that all the ink ran together and they just threw shit together half-assed. The movie was "Unforgiven" and the plot was thin but sustaining. It was just long enough and moved fairly quickly like a summer storm. The characters were likable and full of hubris. I was satisfied with the conclusion and maybe the last person on earth to watch it but isn't that always the case. I banned the Academy Awards years ago after Fight Club was snubbed. They pretended it never happened so I in turn pretend that The Illustrious Academy Of Motion Pictures does not exist either. Regardless of the fallout created by the Academy I throughly enjoyed the movie and it does merit rewatching so I will purchase it, whenever I get some money.

"OYE,HEAVY DOOTY"
the broke ass sessions

The Zune has been blowing up with the oldies lately which is not a bad thing. Featuring the talents of Earth,Wind and Fire,Supertramp,Electric Light Orchestra,Sade and Thelonius Monk are a few of the artists that have been making this fools day passable. A virtual feast for the earhole. New mixpod playlist is coming out of this,trust me.

now go and ef the eff off...

Good-Bye To "El Coronel"

2009-12-01T19:13:00.000-08:00

I had tried my fathers number since Wednesday night to try and wish him a Pre-Happy Thanksgving Day salutation and all that chet. Two phone calls and three e-mails later he calls me on the Sharon tonight to announce his trip to the eastern part of the U.S. A welcome trip since his recent brush with Diabetes, he brushed by Diabetes and Diabetes had to call in sick for the next couple of weeks. But seriously he did whip his ass into shape after being diagnosed. He also survived a near fatal 1200 sugar count bout in which he almost croaked according to the doctors. Tough as a coffin nail my old man, he definitely is a fighter. That's why when he called me tonight he seemed weird and out of sorts and his voice was kind of small on the other line like he had wrecked his truck or something. He said "I'm sorry I haven't called you but my brother called on Thanksgiving also to tell me that my dad died." I coughed a little and he said "But he was 97 so his life was full." I heard that but his voice lied a little. My grandmother had died 2 years ago and he had flown back to the motherland for that funeral so it was weird for him to hear it second hand from his brother I guess. My memories of my grandfather were real few because I had not grown up with him. The divorce really fucked things up so I was not privy to the delights of hanging with him but my fathers stories were more than enough to keep his spirit etched readily in my mind.(my favorite story is of my grandfather in EPCOT,everything there was made like shit and could be made better in Ecuador he repeatedly told my father about a million times) He presented himself to me as "The Colonel" and I was more than happy to oblige the old man because I had heard the stories of him from my uncles. He was a genuine HARD ASS, to say the least and his reputation for a disciplinarian was unchallenged. He ruled with an iron fist and many fell under his blows. I wasn't very close to him but he seemed to like me mainly because I always snapped to attention and saluted him even when I was a teenager. He got a kick out of that I suppose. So when my father is feeling bad it seems like I should be strong for us and kinda bring something out that makes my grandfathers life seem more real. So I offer these few memories to share. And some music.

Buenas Noches Coronel

"OYE,HEAVY DOOTY"
the colonels album

An excellent soundscape to quell the 2012 tsunami sized wave of utter helplessness of facing ones own mortality or not. Enjoy at a high decibel level. And don't worry, this too shall pass.

now go poo in the potty

My Vinyl Weighs 2 Tons

2009-11-29T14:44:00.000-08:00

Vinyl People from Howard Silver on Vimeo.

I started collecting records when I turned 11 and I have never looked back. The very first piece of vinyl I bought with my own birthday money was Billy Joel "Glasshouses". There was definitely something empowering about being able to contribute to the Saturday morning record sessions conducted by my father on his direct drive Marantz turntable. I remember being mesmerized by the tiny reflective balls illuminated red by some mysterious light source emanating from the insides of the turntable. I imagined them as little blobs of oil out of the lava lamp my uncle Victor had in his apartment years ago. The weekend play list my father spun was seemingly endless, especially if we had company. It was a toss up if you really were trying to nail down a genre that was my father's favourite but it teetered between Motown and Rock Latino most days but in the evenings he slowed it down for the ladies with some Sergio Mendes and Sad Bastard Music that they listened to in Ecuador lamenting their lost loves and such and such.

I have currently amassed a collection so incredibly huge and ever propagating that it has moved into the realms of insanity but I am always looking for more.Enjoy the video.

now fudge yourself

Happy T-Day

2009-11-28T22:11:00.000-08:00

I was totally drawing a blank for turkey day until the Japanese saved my blog.

But We Thinks Apps Are "Hot"

2009-11-23T13:06:00.000-08:00

Big Bang atom smasher sends beams in 2 directions

AP FILE - This May 31, 2007 file photo, shows a view of the LHC (large hadron AP – FILE - This May 31, 2007 file photo, shows a view of the LHC (large hadron collider) in its tunnel at … * World's Largest Atom Smasher Slideshow:World's Largest Atom Smasher By ALEXANDER G. HIGGINS, Associated Press Writer Alexander G. Higgins, Associated Press Writer – 2 hrs 43 mins ago

GENEVA – The world's largest atom smasher made another leap forward Monday by circulating beams of protons in opposite directions at the same time in the $10 billion machine after more than a year of repairs, organizers said. The true test will be in first two months of 2010, when scientists plan to start colliding protons to see what they can discover about the makeup of the universe and its tiniest particles. The Large Hadron Collider has been advancing faster than expected in its startup phase that began Friday night, said Rolf Heuer, director-general of the European Organization for Nuclear Research, known as CERN. "It went much faster than foreseen," said Fabiola Gianotti, who speaks for the Atlas experiment, one of four major detectors in rooms the size of cathedrals about 100 meters (300 feet) underground. "We're all very happy." It is possible that some unintended proton collisions began Monday or will occur soon at the places where the two beams cross as a side-effect of trying to synchronize the timing of two beams. Intentional proton collisions could begin within the next 10 days, mainly to check how the machine is working, said spokesman James Gillies. Ultimately, the collider aims to create conditions like they were 1 trillionth to 2 trillionths of a second after the Big Bang — which scientists think marked the creation of the universe billions of years ago. Physicists also hope the collider will help them see and understand other suspected phenomena, such as dark matter, antimatter and supersymmetry. The collider was started with great fanfare Sept. 10, 2008, only to be heavily damaged by an electrical fault nine days later. It has taken 14 months to repair and add protection systems to the machine before it was restarted. The protons on Monday were traveling at almost the speed of light — 11,000 times a second in each direction around the 27-kilometer (17-mile) tunnel under the Swiss-French border at Geneva. Initial signs are very good, physicists told a news conference. The beam is of superb quality, with the protons tightly packed into hairlike lines and guided by some 1,600 superconducting magnets — some 15 meters (50 feet) long — operating at temperatures colder than outer space for maximum electrical efficiency. So far the machine is operating at 450 billion electron volts of energy, which is relatively low compared with its design capability of more than 14 times that. It soon will overtake the world's current most powerful accelerator, the Tevatron at Fermilab outside Chicago, which operates at 1 trillion electron volts, or TeV. Myers said the CERN collider should be ramped up to 1.2 TeV by Christmas. CERN might decide to make the first collisions at the current low energy or at 1.2 TeV, but that will be more for calibration purposes than for making scientific discoveries, he said. Physicists said the discoveries could begin in the first half of next year when the collider reaches 3.5 TeV. CERN is hoping to have the first collisions at that energy in January or early February, said Gillies. "That would really mark the start of the research program," he said. Myers said the collider may even go up to 5 TeV before the end of 2010. Tejinder S. Virdee, a physicist from London's Imperial College who represents more than 2,000 scientists on CMS, another of the experiments with its own detectors at CERN, said it could take several years before the collider discovers the elusive Higgs boson, a particle that theoretically gives mass to other subatomic particles, and thus everything in the universe. That is because the Higgs boson is believed to be hard to see and needs powerful energy to be revealed, Virdee said. "This is going to take a few years," he said. Director-General Heuer said CERN was being as cautious as a driver would be with the first production model of a new car. "We'll never accelerate this the first time with a kick-start to its maximum velocity," he said. Once it is tested out, he added, "we can open windows into new physics and that could happen already next year. It depends on how kind nature is to us."

helado Negro is a Pimp

2009-11-20T21:22:00.000-08:00

I never blinked! And he's my cousin.

Who Could Win A Slap Fight?

2009-11-19T08:21:00.000-08:00

I think the image file name is labeled "Henry Rollins would destroy you in a sack race!". Kinda of suits the weather today with it's downright shitty attitude and hopeless negativeness. I looked that word up; I spelled it right. It's kinda dreary and dreamlike but fairly scary like a suburban Sleepy Hollow type hamlet this neighborhood I live in so the tone is quite boorish on this entry. I have been quite slack on my entries and I apologize(to nobody)and would like to extend my hand in negotiating a truce with my brain..I have just recently gone EXTREMELY part-time at the wash so there will be a drought with the stories from that place and minor adjustments to spending some home time. I started wearing a watch again(applause),thank you , thank you..Because of my previous employment I stopped wearing a watch because it would interfere with the day to day activities that my job entailed. Also I'm growing a circa 1970's porno mustache for shits and giggles. I think I look more disturbing than when I dyed my head blue and shaved a checkerboard pattern in it.

The children of today have absolutely no clue what originality is. The fact is most "originality"today is a copy of something else anyway but the true inspiration is really what counts when you cut to the bone. What's the SYMBOLOGY you ask?(I know that word is imaginary) The Balls are gone from everything.Huevos!!Courage!! Strictly homogenized I scream! The silent majority is growing in this country, they got out and voted but now they are right back in their living room sitting in front of the tube expecting everything to be resolved in 4 years. The damage from the bush administration is far reaching and excuse me for noticing but the appeal of this country for immigrants(which all Americans are,except the native peoples who settle here from the land bridge)was the strong middle class which has all but completely disappeared. Myself included I feel like I am about 1 paycheck from the street most days. I'm no slouch when it comes to hustlin' and making some money, my work ethic is strong. I have a strong set of skills ranging from every aspect in the construction field, hotel restaurant experience,computer skills,bow hunting skills,knife skills(I own 34 knives) and still the market has seriously dried up in my area.

On a separate and more relevant tangent I have to recommend the film "The Boat That Rocked"or"Pirate Radio" whichever title you prefer. My only comment is that my foot never stopped tapping because the soundtrack is excellent. I recall saying many,many years ago to a friend of mine,"Thank god for the British Invasion!". I had always imagined the world full of the douchy guys who sing White Guy doo-wop at the beginning of "CryBaby". I highly recommend it to anyone who has a pulse and possesses opposable thumbs. Also if you are a big Nick Frost fan from the flick "Shaun of the Dead"fame he has a semi-major role in this movie but on the flip side he does get naked too which is mad gross,Bee!! Personally, I though Bill Nighy is an amazing character actor because he is so on point.

"OYE,HEAVY DOOTY"
TOO LEGIT TO QUIT ON THE ZUNE

Once in a great while something smacks me in the face when I least expect it. In this case it was a band called Bad Lieutenant which to my surprise was New Order or Joy Division whatever.I really haven't had the chance to research this band to make a proper review of it but it hooked me from the get-go.Just masterfully done.Perfect for a day like this. Hey, I'll put that on again.

More Reasons To Love Baltimore

2009-11-04T16:14:00.000-08:00

M.I.A. has dropped another proverbial bomb on the world. Nuking the competition once again,her directorial debut is so freaking hot she could melt liquid magma.(that was my Dr.Evil tribute).. Rye Rye's video was shot in Baltimore and brought to the limelight the dancing talents of certain Baltimore Yuutes. Baltimore, for the uninitiated is the highlight of living in this mentally shut down town I dwell in.Nothing but pride. Never, ever try to front with someone from B-more, they will shut you down real quick.Their chests swell with pride as they offer you a Natty-Bo when they first meet you."Yeah I'm from Baltimore,Fuck you." A handshake or a headbutt the choice is yours,dont' be a dickhead..

ahh, good memories.

Quirky idol worshipping aside, M.I.A. awoke such a painful truth with just one line from her album KALA;" If you think life is tough here,try living in Africa." This hit home.... I am a direct descendant from the peoples republic of Ecuador. I lived there for many years on and off traveling back and forth from my homeland to the United States as often as I could but I never could shed the feeling of dread when I returned to the states. Not because of any crimes committed but because of the utter silliness of the American peoples. In Ecuador kids were killing kids for a pair of imitation Reeboks or a pair of knockoff (from Colombia)pair of Levi's jeans. The level of importance for the basic instinct of survival was surpassed by the need to look good and have on some nice shit. And the poor peoples of my country were obsessing for it. Enough crying. I am currently going to force feed some good shit to you so open up kiddies and inhale deeply, there are nutrients in the air.

Big Ass Pick-Up Trucks Make You Cool

2009-11-02T16:54:00.000-08:00

Acrylic and Sharpie 2009

Just wanted to post some new art....

The Dirty South Is In My Zune

2009-10-27T20:23:00.000-07:00

I lived in Miami-Dade for some years and I never forgot the things I learned living in the dirty south, in fact I miss the south because of the whole "I Don't Give a Fuck Attitude Because It's Too Damn Hot,Bitch"feeling which is prevalent in all parts of the ghetto. From the tough gangster clubs like the "PAC-JAM", to the teen friendly clubs like "Nepenthe" or "A Taste of Honey" For Christ sakes teen-friendly clubs in Florida..It's like they were training future date-rapists in the SUNSHINE STATE..South Florida is mad weird...Call it nostalgia, call it early Alzheimer's, call it whiskey, call it what you will but the 2-Live crew oozed this attitude..And most importantly CAPITALIZED on this motherfucker. The only reason they got harassed is because rich white kids were booming this shit out of their graduation gifts. I went back and found some of their 12 inch LP shits which were much more raw and electrifying. Memory lane is slick with the antics caused by finally being able to scream out loud what all 14 year olds in Miami were thinking in the 80's,"Hey,We want some Pussy!!" so be it. The mid eighties were so conducive to the partying lifestyle they rapped about it almost seemed made up. But believe me, you drop a 2 live track back in the day, man people were copulating like a mutherfucker..Pass me the sun tan lotion. And this post was supposed to be labeled "Hybrid Cars And The Elderly"

Guns Don't Kill People,Lazers Do!!

2009-10-23T17:14:00.000-07:00

102.5 degrees Farenheit

2009-10-23T16:21:00.000-07:00

Forgive me for slacking but I had a touch of the Flu in my body. I am not going to press charges because it was more like heavy petting.I did find this article online and would like to share it.

Dallas police chief: Dozens of tickets issued for not speaking English
05:22 PM CDT on Friday, October 23, 2009
By SCOTT GOLDSTEIN / The Dallas Morning News
sgoldstein@dallasnews.com

Editor's note: Comments have been disabled on this story.

Dallas Police Chief David Kunkle said this afternoon that his officers have written at least 39 citations to people over the past three years for not speaking English.

Apologizing publicly to the city's Spanish-speaking community, the chief said all officers and supervisors involved will be investigated for dereliction of duty. All pending citations will be dismissed, and people who paid fines will be reimbursed.

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Dallas officer tickets mom for not speaking English.

"I was stunned that this would happen," Kunkle said at a news conference.

The police chief added: "In my world, you would never tell someone not to speak Spanish."

The bogus citations – there is no law requiring Dallas residents to speak English – came to light after it was revealed that a rookie officer, Gary Bromley, had issued a citation on Oct. 2 to Ernestina Mondragon for being a non-English-speaking driver.

Bromley had stopped the 48-year-old woman for making an improper U-turn in the 500 block of Easton Road, near East Northwest Highway, according to the citation.

Police officials at first dismissed Bromley's action as the foolish error of an inexperienced cop.

"That's a charge that does not exist here in the city of Dallas," said Sgt. Warren Mitchell, a department spokesman.

"Although we believe it was a sincere mistake ... there's no excuse for it."

He said that charge and a charge of failure to present a driver's license were dropped

In all, about Dallas police write about 400,000 citations a year, department officials said.

Bromley, 33, is a trainee officer in the Northeast Patrol division. His trainer on the date the ticket was issued was Senior Cpl. Daniel Larkin, 53, said Deputy Chief Tom Lawrence, Northeast Patrol commander.

Under the Dallas City Code, taxi drivers must be able to communicate in English. Mitchell said there is also a federal statute that says commercial drivers must speak English, but it would not have applied in this case.

Mondragon's daughter Brenda Mondragon said her mother was rushing to take her younger sister to school that day and did not see the "no U-turn" sign. Records show Ernestina Mondragon has a driver's license, but her daughter said she had forgotten it. She said her mother, a native Spanish speaker, speaks limited English.

"She was very mad; she was very upset," Mondragon said of her mother's reaction. "We ended up taking her to the [emergency room] because she was nervous; she was just stressing over the ticket."

Yes,Cuban Bee!!

2009-10-17T12:57:00.000-07:00

What defines a really great piece of literature? Who are the critics? Who gives the critics the power? Who are the considered to be the architects of modern prose? No one asked my opinion but I might have to take a stab at this question. This coming from the one person on earth who collects all those little instruction diagrams that come with the McDonalds toys. The last refuge of true Art. Back to my point, the greatest writers today are the cut and paste writers who work for fashionista magazines and the US Weeklies of the world. Vehemethly vomiting back at us mindless dribble about color schemes for the coming seasons or who is humping who in what position or with which appliances set to what speed. Nah, I can't hate on them. They provide me with the most satisfying read during which they have me as a captive audience for those 10-14 minutes a day. What I am referrring to is those writers who I like to put in the genre of "SHIT-LIT". Let me splain,meng..Like I said before no disrespect for the writers aforementioned I am attempting to give them MAD props for pushing through endless bouts of writers block devising a way to make this shit seem soo interesting you might die if you read it. My technique would be sort of like Frank Cross (Mr.Bill Murray) in "Scrooged"when pitching his idea for the "Scrooge" commercial. Hit people in the fucking head when you set out to do anything...Most people have their heads down and texting someone anyway why not deliver the killing blow. Survival of the fittest anyone? The writers that have to whip up on a daily basis a bunch of (god help me for typing this word)FANDANGLE..I applaud them..*sip beer* I feel my IQ slipping as that word sits there laughing at me. Personally, everything I have experienced on a daily basis is up here for all to see sort of like I am mooning everyone....with my penis. A writer that I grew to love from all my outhouse sessions just recently quit Details magazine and it made me extremely sad. I remember reading the article twice to make sure I wasn't just fucked up that night, both times it left me feeling exactly the same way, drop-kicked. It's rare to find someone that with just a string of words can take you somewhere. What about music lyrics you ask? Same difference..Haven't worked in days brain's rotting..
what the hell was I thinking about?

"OYE,HEAVY DOOTY!"
A classic tale of good versus good, no one is wrong just divided by racism.
Generic fight scenes,Hell no! If Yeun Woo Ping is involved you are guaranteed a boat load of ass-kickery...now go change your underwearz..

Rock this with your cock out..wow that was lame..almost pornographic. Now she might look like she needs a sandwich but girlfriend can't belt it out. Actress,model,singer girl can do it all..A gem if you can find a copy..

now eat poop and fuck off please.

To Die Is Forever

2009-10-15T19:45:00.000-07:00

.....taken from the Loudoun Times Mirror: "On Oct. 3, Stephan Lee Mace gave the ultimate sacrifice for his country;Mace, 21, of Purcellville, was one of eight soldiers who died Oct. 3 in Kamdesh, Afghanistan, when enemy forces attacked their outpost at Camp Keating. " He was a friend of a friend but it still bums me the fuck out knowing this .kid/man. was stationed in a pretty freaking bad part of the territory and because he "followed orders" he is dead. I knew a couple guys who came and went to this shit and came back,partially. One guy is homeless practically and another is missing his legs and his mind.The third is my cousin who is also suffering from post traumatic stress disorder and the loss of certain vital parts of his body. I have never wanted to be on a soapbox and talk down to everyone about how wrong it is that Americans are still dying after all these years in that shitty piece of godforsaken country. We know it's wrong,and like most young guys in that shitty little town they are signing up for it like lambs to the slaughter because they feel it is right to go there and exercise some sort of military action for the people who died in the towers. They know it's wrong but the also feel obligated??I mean we taught the guys how to fly the planes that were utilized in the attacks. It's a total clusterfuck and we can't get out of it...My mind is spinning around trying to make sense of it all. So much going on and no right answers.I feel terrible for this kid and his poor family, going down to the funeral at Arlington cemetery in front of the cameras and the protesters, shit, what a total shit storm.

heavy rotation

For the uninformed this band has gripped my attention lately and I believe it may well encounter great success in the near future. DEER TICK, go and get it.Not the kind to infect you with Lyme's Disease.

Kinda sappy play list, lately the weather has been awful and so has the ideal workplace..I don't want to recommend watching "The Hurt Locker" either. It's crazy fucking depressing. And I feel that Alex Proyas tricked me into watching some Dianetics propaganda movie but instead called it "Knowing"...fucking asshole,man..He directed "The Crow", what the fuck happened to him. "Dark City", c'mon man what's wrong with you???

now fuck off...

Ryunosuke Tsukue hurts people

2009-10-12T19:59:00.000-07:00

I think the caption read something like;"If winter comes I can cut the fat kid open and crawl inside for warmth"or"I though they smelled bad on the outside"

Welcome to a beautiful Monday.(insert 70's porno music)
Taken from the Car Wash files...This morning between scrubbing the walls of the "Tunnel of Love" whilst cars traversed the very fiber of its being sealing our souls into the mildewy walls, a discussion arose with one of the 7 people who tell me what to do as to what would happen if all the Hispanic workers formed a union and walked out one day and then all the workers of all the factories crossed back to their native lands,what would happen...A lot of people in this country would probably say "Good riddance!" wellll not EXACTLY that way, maybe with a little more twang.(okay I am generalizing,weird,that never happens)But the manager actually surprised me with his reply.He briefly said that it would be a complete disaster. He added that if it weren't for these people doing these shit jobs white people wouldn't have shit to complain about. A white man said this to me.Truth is stranger than fiction someone wrote,I am a firm believer in this as I turn to watch a samurai decapitating his enemy,on tv. But I digress, the guy was pretty pissed off at the way this group of people are treated at The Wash. Myself included I have felt the sharp pangs of classism demonstrated at work on numerous occasions..I think the owners have a really narrow world view and it really doesn't help ease the tensions between the workers.Special preference to certain individuals has on numerous occasions stirred up the proverbial POT O' SHIT. I have to keep score because I really can't rock the boat while I am treading water inches from drowning.

Still, it's frustrating when you are so close to injustice. To further drive my point we'll have a flashbackkk...1997,a warm Florida evening and my cousin and I are jogging back to his house because his father only gave him permission for 30 minutes to run a mile to an arcade and back. Basically we got there played 3 games and had to haul ass back home or he'd get drawn and quartered.(very common in Ecuador,check out what happened to Eloy Alfaro he got effed,bad)On our way back we'd hit 7-11 to enjoy a tasty beverage or some Big League Chew-cha-tu-madre..(had to put that in) when what do we see is this big musclebound,handlebar mustache,mullet sporting,Jort wearing(jean shorts),redneck asshole kicking the living shit out of this skinny,old cowboy dude in front of the 7-11. I didn't even realize I had the rock in my hand when I yell "Hey asshole cut that shit out!" while launching the rock at the dudes head. I am a wicked shot,ask anyone,especially back in the day,the rock connects and I grab my cousins arm and scream "Let's get the FUCK outtahere!" Needless to say my cousin was kinda rotund when he was young,so he wasn't really fast per say (per say meaning he wasn't worth a fuck for running) but we managed to whip around a huge wall adjoining a trailer park. Of course I had to shove some gum in his mouth saying "This will help you run faster!" Yeah not the last time I almost got us killed I think....I kinda remember yelling at the top of my voice like the guy in the GI JOE PSA, pork sandwiches..GET THE FUCK OUT, C'MON!!!

good time,good times

"OYE, HEAVY DOOTY!"
Okamoto-san has blown me away with this dark flick about, well you know the saying about power and all it corrupts? Yeah, it is something like that but without the swine flu. The lead character is a card carrying mutherfucking bad ass with a sword who can't find his equal anywhere,so idle hands which are the playground of devil shenanigans ensue..Wicked tale of the sword for any fan of the unusual.Oh and I think the body count is like in the thousands..yeah no shit.

on heavy rotation on the Zune..This album changed something in me forever,not like a first time romance shapes a man but it changed the way I listened to music. I became more mature, demanding more than what was out there,searching for good effing music I guess.There was a message before too, so that always helps when shit isn't so soulless and apathetic like it is now.

Early Post-Clash rockers from Chile who bring it in every different way to make you think,shake your booty or remember a girl. Influenced me to love Rock en espanol!!! Recorded over 10 years the record will take you everywhere from synth rock to garage ballads to polished ready for Spanish radio rock shows which didn't really exist alot in the 80's. They came on strong with the Protest music on the pre-pubescent scene like someone swinging two concrete blocks around their head, with wild abandon..that just sounded like the tag line to some weird 60's art house movie. Go get it and shut up.

now skip to my lou, my darlings and fuck off...

99 Bananas Ate My Brains!!!!

2009-10-05T17:47:00.000-07:00

Somehow he thought this was a good idea.Like peanut butter in your ass crack?Or wearing a 12 pack box on your head cut out to look like a helmet from the days of yore.CAMELOT I SAY!!! Lets face it, when the moon is full and all the stars align correctly you may find yourself extremely thirsty and maybe your stodgy personality feels a tad flippant. Or you simply may have downed a bottle of liquor.We have all had a brush with that euphoric feeling I refer to as "Bacchanalia Gone Wild"...The moon was full this weekend and a great number of people whom are usually reserved did point out that this weekend was extremely weird or unusual for them.I had to suppress a chuckle when the horror stories were laid out in every gory detail.You have be nice,smile and blame it on the rain like Milli Vanilli said.Scholars have contemplated the moon and its effects on the human psyche for thousands of years.Me myself and I,really don't care about the effects of man-in-moon marigolds,unless of course its a shot I haven't tried.

Good times,Good times..

this taken from the Car Wash files:4 more Anglos hired on of which zero are worth a fucking shit.More to report but the preliminary analysis is 2 need GED's I overheard and the other 2 are rejects from an Eminem concert circa 1999...Ice ice baby too cold.Damn I need a new job.Thank you public defender which if I remember your name it will be mentioned forthright.

homework
"OYE,HEAVY DOOTY!"
I won't go into detail because I feel I would be influencing you in someway or another but the Japanese have such a way of making something truly theirs that it makes American bands pale in comparison.Formed in the 60's by Yuya Uchida they blasted on the scene by doing American rock covers but then carved out their own style in due time.This album was released in 1971 and by far has floored me every time I listen to it (really fucking loud)..I thank Takashi Miike again for letting me peek into his mind,once again.This album was featured heavily in this next gem.
Don't even think of renting this movie,just fucking buy it you anus!
When a Yakuza boss is murdered(it took 999 bullets and a pocket knife) Kunisada and his Yakuza brother go on a two-man rampage to hunt down the people responsible.And someone gets a crowbar shoved into their eye-hole.
LOCK AND LOLL!
and speaking of...
Hailed as "The Loudest Band in The World" by me and a couple other guys you wouldn't know Guitar Wolf will quite simply punch you in the balls,steal your money,buy beer,come back and down a whole can in front of you while you writhe in pain on the dirty, pissed on ,blood soaked sidewalk. Take that fucking music critic writer elitist assholes.Their first American record pressing was so distorted that the record company called Seiji (Guitar Wolf)up and when they told him what had happened he simply said "Great"..His leather jacket is kept in a glass case to harness the Powers Of Rock.no shit.I have stood next to this 4 foot tall man and a sort of mania invaded my body which caused me to launch myself many feet into the air upon some unknowing persons who were whipped up into such a frenzy that I couldn't tell what was up or down.Truth is ALWAYS stranger than fiction.

now you may wander about and fuck off...

Don'tcha Just Hate Being Right?

2009-10-02T15:01:00.000-07:00

I never have considered my self to be the somewhat of a"groovy"" hip" person or "money" or "the shit" but a couple of weeks ago I was turned on to this new delivered music format that really got me excited again about music.Not just because of the ease and speed of the music being being delivered but I had lost so many great bands to the dead media of cassettes. One of those bands which I wore out two copies of their debut album "Vivid" was high on my priority of albums to reclaim.Soon after I found "Times Up" which was equally as strong and equally as hard.Now when I was growing up you didn't see an all black band in the Metal or Rock genre. Living Colour smashed the two together and threw in some Funk for good measure and heavy,heavy jazz fusion bass riffs..Now the great part about this is that while I was being propelled back in time these guys were out promoting a reunion album and as a bonus the original line-up came on The Jimmy Fallon show and played "Cult of Personality" and killed it.
Man I hate being psychic.
The tracks of mention from the two albums can fill a blog in itself; so in keeping with the brevity of my music opinions I have picked only six. From "Vivid" I would recommend "Desperate People" because it really showcases how tight the band really was in its day and "Memories Can't Wait" for it's virtuosity and careful arrangements which dissolve into that hypnotic groove they belt out..With an honorable mention for Vernon Reids' "Broken Hearts"...From "Times Up" I have no doubts that "New Jack Theme" will not disappoint with its tale of a drug dealers inner turmoil.From that we go to "Fight The Fight" the battle anthem for the 90's when everyone was looking for a fight but the reason was no where to be seen. Lastly they end the album with the absolute best lyrics Corey Glover has put down on paper,"This Is The Life". Simple and succinct he emotes empathy,pain and grief..Great albums and I am happy they are finally receiving the recognition they deserve.

And its comfortable too...

2009-10-02T08:01:00.000-07:00

My dreams are adrenalized thru the internal combustion engine and hot mutherfucking speed baby! And I think I squirted at the end and blew up the truck,my bad.