1984 Lives...

These shoes never helped my dance skillz...

LOST

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

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

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.

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...

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...