My main toon in World of Warcraft, named for the first of what I call, the Martyred Heretics, or the first person executed by the "church" for heresy. I have read some on the man and his teachings, which I don't necessarily agree with, but he was number one in a long line of death and destruction associated with the "Church" and, in my opinion, orthodoxy in general. "Devils, Demons, Death and Damnation" (book title). This here toon is an Undead Death Knight :)
This one goes out to my old homie and bandmate, Jefe...chloraseptic rock! Bone Awl are true master craftsman or apex predators in the world of raw lo-fi Black Metal. Another one of those two piece outfits that ranks up there with some of my faves (Simon and Garfunkel, Iron Lung, Molosser Crude, etc.)
This version of this song by this band was the reason for the title of the last post, but sorta made an error (loaded word) in not putting it into said post. Sinful, is what I am, and not just because I had a huge crush on Cindy Wilson in the early 80s. One of those bands that got huge there for a minute but not because of the very important fact that they were brilliant as individuals in what they contributed to the band as a whole
"Double shot" of the B-52's from the same concert...why not, right?
Except for the absolute amazingness of songs like this, by artists like this, there would be very little enjoyment in my life...seriously.
In many ways I'm still a kid (nobody's kid now), getting my mind blown by life's intricacies. This adulting thing is serious business...
Audrey Hepburn was something else, way back when everybody smoked. Now I walk past someone with a lit cigarette and half the time the will do this fake cough thing that annoys the fuck outta me. I am naturally very Bukowski-esque when it comes to people like that and want them the fuck away from me, 1000x as much as they want me away from them. At least I know that I'm a piece of shit with a deathwish, what's your fucking excuse? Notice how she's powering that thing down in this gif I sort altered from a found one...that's the vibe I feel when I've gone to deep into my own god damned head, which seems more frequently than any other time in this tumultuous existence of mine. Hell is something very real in my head...a head that's damaged beyond it's genetic predisposition by decades of self inflicted, synaptic chaos further compounded by prescribed "it's bad when you forget your medicine"...just want to enjoy my coffee, cigs and herb...serving out my time, not fearing the end, more, just kinda hoping that it comes sooner than later. Hahah...reading back over this paragraph make my want to write a blues song. There is talk of another reunion of sorts for Garden Weasel (the self proclaimed spokesmen for the "Humboldt County Stoner Hardcore Society" and maybe giving a few new tunes a go, so some lyrics rooted in my now could definitely be in order...
Audrey Hepburn was something else
Way back when everyone smoked
When smoking I'll walk past people
So they can do the fake cough thing
Bukowski-esque when it comes to people
Want them the fuck away from me
I'm a piece of shit with a death wish
What's you're fucking excuse
I chain smoke those fuckers
Chased down by a gallon of coffee
Perfect when I'm deep in my head
In that hole carefully dug by hand
Mush brained and genetically disposed
Decades of self abuse and poor choices
With a head shrinker's decades of advice
"it's bad when you forget your medicine"
Coffee cigs and herb
Serving out my time
Not fearing the end
Not scared to be dead
Sooner or later
it's going to happen
I'll say when it does
"I expected it sooner"
I don't need your pretend notions of a hell
The only hell I know is right here right now
I don't need your pretend notions of a hell
The only hell I know is right here right now
Harvey had it right...
The Beastie Boys had it right...
I've been to a lot of shows, but never saw the almighty DRI...seen a lot of videos of shows, but rarely do you find a gem like this. 1980 fucking 4 dude, and this was American Hardcore Punk at it's very finest...these four dudes were all spot on (Eric Brecht on drums is un-fucking-believable), the crowd doesn't look much like they were witnessing what is in fact one the best shows they were ever going to have the honor of being at. In 83 the Dirty Rotten Imbeciles released what was probably the most insanely brutal, aural assaults ever put to vinyl, in the Dirty Rotten EP and then, here, they show that they are no bullshit when it comes to performing that same stuff live. 87, the year I graduated high school, was a horrible year for the band when they "crossed over" in my opinion, at the time and, perhaps unfairly, I haven't given their Crossover LP a listen since. Tried the 4 of a Kind LP too, in 88, but nope, never again. That may seem small minded, but the fact is, that they were a 1000x better at pulling off the Hardcore Punk thing, in fact they defined it...you want Cross Over listen to what Excel was doing in 85...
Excel was on my radar thanx to my old junior high pals Ron (rip) and Bob...must've mentioned them a million times on the old blog as being very adept pals at enlightening me to new "extreme" music, back in the day.
Bedtime for Mr. P and I...have a good, whatever it is that floats your boat.
...over 15 years of blogging and I am almost certain that this is the happiest animated gif I've ever put out there. Why the fuck not, right...we all deserve to be happy at least 51% of the time and what could be happier than a dancing cup of joe. It makes me feel good just looking at it, perhaps it does the same thing for you and if so, then, right on brothers and sisters!
My next band is going to be called Canister Upright! Talk about happy, this lady looks ecstatic and who wouldn't be with Canister Upright...right! Not to be a negative nelly, but she was probably miserable, sorry y'all. Thanx to Big Shawn for the photo...his suggestion was, to look at her face and ponder upon it's demonic ramifications..
The guys (me) from Canister Upright would like to dedicate this song to the lady up there and perhaps when we (me) get the band together we can do a proper cover version of it. This was the first Stones toon that my Moms turned me onto back in the 70s as a wee lad and this particular live version is absolutely out-fucking-standing! Stole this theme on several Garden Weasel tunes that I wrote the lyrics to.
This is several years old and I, without a doubt posted it on the old blog when it was fresh, but do you want to watch some old friends of Mostaza, rock the fuck out? If not, that's okay, but you can go away now. With these 4 dudes, you get over a century worth experience playing damn good music, and as a result you get just that here, if I do say so myself.
Wish I could sleep as soundly after a long day...
Just got off the phone, with my one and only Son. We have a mutual fondness for the Yellowman and Fathead collaboration but it's Fathead's input that always hit's the spot. Shot dead at 24 was his fate, so we are fortunate to have what we have.
My Son and his Tio, the other day, on the beach in North Carolina...this picture makes me happy on a lot of levels...
7 years old already, damn! If you haven't already had these guys on your radar then they need to be, pronto. This is as good a place to start as any...c'mon, dive down that Viagra Boys rabbit hole with me!
An ice coffee lovers dream, or nightmare...never empty, or never full?
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