Another positively charged post comin' at ya, at Homer's expense. Waiting on a call here in the next couple of days that could potentially be a life changer for old(er) man Mostaza.
EDIT: Got that call and it was a thumbs up, so there ya go...hahah. Unfortunately, waiting on another call or two, that are also life changers, AND I have this sense of impending doom today, so there ya go.
EDIT: The sense of doom was in the air today again. Got the 1st call and it went well, chalked under worried for nothing (for now). The 2nd call never came so I am going to write that off as, no news is good news...
EDIT: Tomorrow we shall see if the new plan of action will aid me in overcoming my ailments. I can't help but think of the lyric "no pill is gonna cure my ill" hahah.
These guys and gals have brought me a lot of joy for over 4 decades now, with this particular song. One of the very first pieces of vinyl I ever owned. Played that thing a million times. Cindy's vocal are a little loud in the mix on this live version, but I love when Fred says, "watch out for that piranha" and her response is, "oh, shit!" Piranha are good eating, if you ever have the fortune to be in South America. Fishing for them is quite easy, steel leader, big hook and a chunk of meat, but getting them off the hook can be a little tricky...hahah.
This caricature is titled Marty Feldman, which is a good title, as that is who it is, of course. Unfortunately, I didn't catch the artist's name, but these days, for all I know it could be an AI piece. Anyway it made me grin and reminisce about good times. According to Wikipedia, "Feldman was a heavy cigarette smoker for most of his life, often smoking five packets daily. He died of a heart attack in a hotel room in Mexico City on 2 December 1982 at age 48 during the making of the film Yellowbeard; the film was subsequently dedicated to him."
These guys have made me feel quite good, for over 40 years and who can't smile when the listen to a tune about sniffing glue. Punk fucking rock. You want to hear the sound of millions of brain cells screaming in torturous death, try huffing paint or sniffing glue...gasoline works too. Anybody ever try diesel?
Sure do love this guy!
Massive Attack is a fairly new phenomenon for me, although they've been around for a while. This is what they call Trip Hop, I guess. Liz Frazier on vocals makes this an otherworldly song...
Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Feathers on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me, makes me lighter
Feathers on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Feathers on my breath
Night, night of matter
Black flowers blossom
Feathers on my breath
Black flowers blossom
Feathers on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Feathers on my
Water is my eye
Most faithful mirror
Feathers on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Of a confession
Feathers on my breath
Most faithful mirror
Feathers on my breath
(Miss Bandit posing for a quick logo, bit of fun-ness)
Last, but not least, in current events, it looks like RdM (that's me) is going to do a 2nd release...some delicious aural goodness in the form of another 3" CDr this time featuring the genius artistry of my long time virtual pal. Sean. Very few of y'all may remember the first one. It was a college band I was in, Garden Weasel, an alphabetical omnibus of sorts, made to be given away to people that may or may not have dug the band. I thought it turned out rad, but this next release is definitely going to be a 2.0 of that one. Looking at an early July release and pretty stoked, never hurts to have something killer to look forward to. That's all that needs to said for now, don't want to jinx it, more intel will come as the project takes shape. Miss Bandit and I, wish y'all a wonderful day, a relaxing evening and rejuvenating sleep!
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