Hey kids! Want you to know that smoking is not only way cool, but also extremely sexy...hahah...except for smoking crack. Pisses people off too, because, you know, everyone seems to be concerned with what the fuck you're doing. Don't tread on me...freedom, you know! In all seriousness, shoulda never started and unless something else gets me first (I envision a car wreck just like my Aunt after she quit smoking), small cell carcinoma will be my cause of death, just like my Moms.
Is it possible for anything to be more perfect than this? Fucking Motörhead was absolutely on fucking fire for this album, which may in fact be the best live album ever released! And this fucking tune...I thought I had class, but upon almost 55 fucking years of reflection, I have none!
This old girl shoulda been mine! I allowed my favorite Aunt to talk some sense into me and in all honesty it was for the best as real life hit me in the form of the water heater quitting, having to replace tires on my truck...hahah. Plus, I have long term goals (I think...
I was practically on life support in '99, so was out of touch with what the Beasties were up to, but this concert makes it clear that they were quite alive and well.
Never worn this vest to a show. Thought I would but it's not me, I'm more of a flannel guy, always have been. Hand picked the patches though and I'd say as far as harder music, it represents my taste well. Its funny when I went to Washington a couple weeks ago, I did pick up a very nice Pendleton. I wore it to the X show Brian and I went to, and the merch guy for X was envious of my choice (of uniforms, the aging punker)...hahah.
I thought these guys were gods when I was like 8 and come to find out, many years later, 1/2 if not all of the band are total dickheads. I almost didn't post a song by them, especially when I was looking for this particular version of this song (absolutely blew my 8 year old mind) and saw that they had played Dubai on New Years Eve 2020. Is the word apropos?
My favorite little Cousin, Brooklyn, still not sure what to think of old Mostaza. I'm not sure what to think of old me anymore either...hahah. I do know that you gotta hang on to these little special moments the best you can, because some folks, maybe you, maybe me, can be bombarded like a Gazan refugee camp. For whatever reason, make up your own for all I care, you are deposited in some body, someplace in this world. It's like, "Here ya go, deal with it." Gaza is a perfect example, imagine being born there. I know there's bad folks there, a product of their environment, which is no excuse to be parading bodies through the streets. In retrospect though, I feel like that was a harbinger of what is going on at this very moment, for a lot of folks who witnessed that act. Fucking death, so final and not particular about good or evil, it just is. Suffering is a whole other story. My life ain't so bad, if you're a person in my position, there's always plenty of folks that will gladly remind you of that fact. Fucking life, in my mind, is all about pain tolerance, until the reaper comes and it most definitely will come. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust and whatnot. As far as suffering, a voluntary act, like a tattoo, for example, I don't what anyone sez, hurts. It's all about tolerance, how does it affect you and how do you deal with that affect. My Great Grandfather William, was a miserable man and his wife Mildred (I was born on her birthday), was just as much, if not more, miserable. They both were fortunate (?) enough to have lived very long lives. The thing about misery though is it can be highly contagious, it seems to be a proximity thing, a sort of connection. They're saying these days that DNA plays a big part and of course DNA is gift that you're folks just can't help but give you. Then there's your setting in life or as they taught me in college, Sitz im Leben. You get what you get at that point too, but now you have choice as limited as that may be. Take the Gazans again, I'm not talking about the really pissed off Hamas dudes, but your average Jane and John Doe, just trying to feed they're families and get even just a tiny bit of joy out of their lives. What kind of fucking Sitz im Leben is that? Trapped like fish in a barrel cuz none of their neighboring "borders" can be crossed. We are still Animalia, no matter how wonderful some humankind fancy themselves and there is either fight or flight in that situation. I don't know how many suicide bomber you know and I don't know any, but I'd say that if the circumstances are right, a person can choose fight and flight. Blow up your predators and get out of it painlessly (with a promise of a joyous afterlife to boot for some folks). I don't know where I was going with all that, but I did...hahah. The most important thing I learned in college was what Socrates said "I know I don't know shit". Kind of a downer of New Years and I seem to have babbled a bit, lost my happy face mask, just not feeling it. I honestly do hope that this world in general gets better about treating each other right, there's enough shit going on in each of our lives and there's no need to be an asshole about it. In general, I want to wish that anyone reading this sees some improvement in their lives, in what ever form it takes, to alleviate whatever, if any, suffering you may have. With that how about some Iron Maiden (named after an ingenious device created by humankind to inflict massive amounts of physical suffering)...hahah!
There's really only two tunes I like by IM, post Di'Anno. This one, off their third album and the first Dickenson appearance, has to be the best in my humiliatingly humble opinion. For me though, it will always be the "Flight of Icarus", off the 4th album, that reminds me of the fastest I've ever been in a car. It was CRANKING in a 280ZX on the I5 freeway, heading south past Griffith Park at 130 MPH...I was 14. My old pal Kevin and I were crammed behind the front seats, another childhood chum, Jimmy, was in the passenger seat and some older stoner (we were all baked) I barely knew was driving. The fucking cars that were going the speed limit looked like they were stopped as we were weaving in and out of traffic. Blew my young mind! If I'm not mistaken, we ended up going to some even older stoner's house and learned how to blow two liter bottles up with dry ice and water...motherfucking BOOM!.
Mr. P sez I'm done (I accidentally stepped on his tail tonight and his yelp made be feel like total garbage)...good night, Happy New Year and whatnot.
Edit: I just found my tattered and torn happy face mask and with that I'll leave you with this final song of 2023 and first of 2024...
