Sometimes when I sleep I dream of a robotic apparatus joined to my body a la Tetsuo Ironman..Most people think that is weird. To my credit though I am a HUGE fan of anything cyber..Some of my fondest memories as a young man were rushing over to check out the comics rack and magazine section at the local U-TOTEM and living across the street from a Wax Museum. There amidst the smelly redneck cuisine and dark trucker type figures flowing in and out I spied something amazing..I hefted the magazine out of its corner. I was amazed how beefy it was compared to the regular comics I was used to reading. The paper was smooth and shiny sparkling in the garish yellow-green fluorescent lighting.HEAVY METAL the adult illustrated fantasy magazine in bold black print..ballsy... The cover was a Boris Vallejo painting of a scantily clad,buxom female wielding a laser pistol cybernetically grafted to her arm and I thought,"HOLY SHIT". I was officially "hooked". I was introduced to some of my now favorite artists Serpieri,Jodorowsky,Moebius,Frazetta you get the jist..I also followed the anime classics because in Ecuador there was no school house rock, we had japanese shows dubbd to spanish..The Macross saga,Mazzinger z,SanKukai,Starblazers,Voltron,Astroboy any kinda big ass robot show and I was stuck on stupid lunching in front of the TV.Gaming started me on the Mech games,(that list is extensive) and last but not least all japanese manga involving huge freaking robots. I was thinking about getting metal legs,the process is expensive I've heard.oh yeah read "snowcrash" that's all I can say...
"OYE,HEAVY DOOTY!"
I was supposed to report to work today but as I probably informed the imaginary people that read this I work at a hellish carwash.Which has completely a weather based attendance policy.Meaning if it rains,no worky. You know how some people say we only use 10% of our brains,well I believe I only use 10% of my heart when I have to work at this place especially on saturdays and sundays. Since it has been raining here lately, I was woken up to the sounds of "don't come in today" which may have well been the Archangel Gabriel blowing his horn in my ear.With his dulcet tones engulfing my mind and genitalia...ahhhhhhhhhh(splort)So,with the rain I figured The Smiths would be fitting for driving around running erands,eating Mexican food or whatever ails ya.My heart goes out to the people who actually had to show up at "the ole HellHole"...cheers to you,this is the soundtrack to your day..
Think about the last time you listened to Pink Floyds "The Dark Side of The Moon"....now don't. This will have you desperately searching for you pipe which you threw away when you decide never to exhale ever again. To say that this album is a breath of fresh air into a stale genre "CLASSIC ROCK" would be insulting. The name itself (clasic rock)is a connotation of the same 100 creaky ass songs the play over and over again on the airwaves oh yes and also on the satellite transmissions. Listen to this at full volume or as my best friend says "broadcast level",especially the track "On The Run" which makes a little bit of pee come out me into my underwears..now fuck off..proper
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