Baba Vanga always gets a thumbs up from me...Fredrik is practically one of the relics around here!
New tune for the guys outta Gothenburg, Sweden and since their start in 2016 or so, they never cease to amaze. I would like to release a discography CD someday of BV, so that folks could really listen to the magnitude of their musical evolution. I have liked every tune they have ever put out, as extremely varied as they are, and this newest song, Red Eyes Jazz is no exception. A very seamless and natural mix of blues, hip hop, spoken word and jazz. As the name of the song implies, it's a stoned out jazzy kind of thing. Lay back and enjoy the ride!
Was having a WhatsApp chat with one of my pals and I sent a video of me saying that it's hotter than hell, as we have been having 100+ days lately here in NoWhere Kansas.
This is just a fucking rad, fan made, self-explanatory video and maybe the best tune off that album!
Remember that time in high school when I bleached my hair and it came out orange?
Aiming for this mood today...no mellow harshing today :)
Usually when I hear folks, who probably know just the very basics of karma, talk about it, it's usually to say that someone else deserves something shitty to happen to them, because, for whatever reason, that person has done them dirty. Like many things, unfortunately sometimes, I tend to internalize these kinds of things and think about all the folks I've done wrong...a lot of wrong doing done in old man Mostaza's glorious life and I find myself saying...I deserved that...hahah. Anyway, was thinking, that I would like to do some something nice some for someone random person. So...the first person to comment, that has a turntable that will play lathes and a CD player that will play 3" Cds...I will send you a nice MR/RdM care package. Check my bandcamp link on the upper right of this page and see what there is, I should have an extra copy of almost everything listed :)
This was around '99...I was a dick before that and I continue to show my dicky side to this day. I don't know, is it even possible to be un-dicky, once in a while? Sure do try, but then again, not everyone is playing by the same rules.
The first song off their first single in '79. It's the only one of the songs off their 1st three (very rare) singles that wasn't re-released on the Auto-Da-Fé album in '83. Punk Rock as fuck, tune...
Was contemplating going to see my Cousin and his Daughter, but not feeling the hour drive and $20 worth of gas. She's 50+ years younger than me, and I can't help hoping that we world we will be turning over to them isn't too much shittier than it is now.
My college chum Doug Rogers got me into these guys in college
Poor Darby. I was about 10 when I got into these guys...no way was my Moms was going to let me go see them, though.
"The flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long." - Lao Tzu
During high school I sported this doo and thus I got the nickname Rug from my inner circle of homies...it looked like I was a skinhead with a toupee on top of my head...hahah.
One of the best bands to come out of Seattle, doing a superb cover of one of Black Sabbath's tunes and fucking nailing it!
The buzzards (turkey vultures) are think where I live as there's always something dead to clean up. Ironically they too can be roadkill while cleaning up roadkill...sad. I slow down and honk at 'em so haven't hit one yet (knock on wood).
My Great Grandparents in about '83. He was a prisoner of war in Germany during WW1 and enjoyed telling stories to us youngsters about the olden days, but every once in a while my Great Grandma would holler from the kitchen, "Joe, you already told them that story."
Favorite Flipper tune...
Ever live a life that's real
Full of zest, but no appeal
Ever want to cry so much
You want to die
Ever feel that you've been had
Had so much that you turn mad
Ever been depressed that
(to) those you turn to, you bring distress
Ever sit in tormenting silence
That turns so loud, you start to scream
Ever take control of a dream
And play all the parts and set all the scenes
Ever do nothing and gain nothing from it
Ever feel stupid and then know that you really are
Ever think you're smart and then find out you aren't
Ever play the fool and then find out that you're worse
Ever look at a flower and hate it
Ever see a couple kissing and get sickened by it
Ever wish the human race didn't exist
And then realize you're one too
Well, have you...ever...I have
So what
My pal, Spoticus Maximus keeps me company at night, as long as dickhead Mr. Pickles isn't in the room. I just thought of something, a concluding thought...Mostaza = Dickhead = Mr. Pickles Hope life is good and sleep well y'all :)
Selling this Agression banner/poster if anyone is interested...$35 ppd
Got this from Big Bob (RIP), the last remaining original member of the band at the time, shortly before he passed. Money was in short supply for him, so according to what he told me, some buddy of his that had a business, that made these kinds of things, made 25 or so of them for Bob to sell. I don't remember what he was asking but I sent him $50. Now, old Mostaza could use some folding money, to help me get my bug up and running. Poster/Banner measures 4"x2" and is made of thick vinyl with rivet holes for hanging. The skater dude is pixilated like it is on the front cover of the Don't Be Mistaken record, so be sure to enlarge and make sure you're cool with that. Never been hung up. This thing is bad ass and a must for a fan of one of the Nardcore greats. My dog. Mr. Pickles, is not included, but there may be a a hair or two he included for free...
19 minutes of Agression from '84 (Money Machine @ the 02:16 mark was always my favorite song)
Had my "treatment" today, so while on an upside of things, decided to make an animated GIF for the first time, in a while. Dave Havlicek, on uber high energy banjo, from The Monks, in '66, doing "I Can't Get Over You".
Known for their "hit" Da Da Da, Trio, were way punker than I ever was. Fucking love this band and highly recommend folks for the full 1982 Radio Bremen show that on YT.
Pen pal of mine in mid 80s, Jae Monroe (RIP) of the NYC peace punk band A.P.P.LE. I ordered their demo from a Flipside ad and we wrote for a couple of years, off and on. Then I went to college and sadly lost touch with many people I should have stayed in touch with. Got in touch with her during my short Facebook stint and she had no recollection of me...hahah. That might be a good thing, cuz it sucks being remembered as a dickhead (that I have been off and on in life).
One of my faves off this album...no idea after 40 years what "Berkertex" is...
Berkertex bride or Berkertex bribe?
The object unsoiled is packed ready and waiting,
For the moment of truth in this spiritual mating.
The object unsoiled is packed ready and waiting,
To be owned, cherished, to be fucked for the naming.
The public are shocked by the state of society,
But as for you, you're a breath of purity.
Well don't give me your morals, they're filth in my eyes,
You can pack them away with the rest of your lies.
The painted mask of ugly perfection,
The ring on your finger, the sign of protection,
Is the rape on page 3, is the soldiers obsession,
How well you've been caught to support your oppression.
One god. One church. One husband. One wife.
Sordid sequences in brilliant life,
Supports and props and punctuation
To our flowing realities and realizations.
We're talking with words that have been used before
To describe us as goddesses, mothers and whores,
To describe us as women, to describe us as men,
To set out the rules of the ludicrous game,
And it's played very carefully, a delicate balance,
A masculine/feminine perfect alliance.
Does the winner take all? What love in your grasping?
What vision is left and is anyone asking?
What vision is left and is anyone asking?
She's a berkertex bride. Bride. Bribe.
Mr. Pickles sez there's something out there past the mailbox...I'll let y'all know if he finds what it is. Have a good night "my imaginary audience (Sam Atakra)."
From 1512 woodcut I found on Wikimedia, by Lucas Cranach the Elder (1472–1553), entitled "Martyrdom of St. Matthew" and this my friends is what I think of your politics, my politics, any politics. These people are bought and sold, and could give two shits about you. Give anybody power and they will misuse it...it's part of being human (or what makes us inhuman). I don't talk politics hardly ever around here, but these are bad times, in a long history of bad times for humanity. Anyway, sorry...
I'm not trying sell Ike, but this speech speaks volumes about where we are today. Now the choices are WWE Trump or Biden bombs...fucking pathetic.
Disorder doing a classic
Below is
§ 8. Respect for flag
No disrespect should be shown to the flag of the United States of America; the flag should not be dipped to any person or thing. Regimental colors, State flags, and organization or institutional flags are to be dipped as a mark of honor.
(a) The flag should never be displayed with the union down, except as a signal of dire distress in instances of extreme danger to life or property.
(b) The flag should never touch anything beneath it, such as the ground, the floor, water, or merchandise.
(c) The flag should never be carried flat or horizontally, but always aloft and free.
(d) The flag should never be used as wearing apparel, bedding, or drapery. It should never be festooned, drawn back, nor up, in folds, but always allowed to fall free.
Bunting of blue, white, and red always arranged with the blue above, the white in the middle, and the red below, should be used for covering a speaker's desk, draping the front of the platform, and for decoration in general.
(e) The flag should never be fastened, displayed, used, or stored in such a manner as to permit it to be easily torn, soiled, or damaged in any way.
(f) The flag should never be used as a covering for a ceiling.
(g) The flag should never have placed upon it, nor on any part of it, nor attached to it any mark, insignia, letter, word, figure, design, picture, or drawing of any nature.
(h) The flag should never be used as a receptacle for receiving, holding, carrying, or delivering anything.
(i) The flag should never be used for advertising purposes in any manner whatsoever. It should not be embroidered on such articles as cushions or handkerchiefs and the like, printed or otherwise impressed on paper napkin or boxes or anything that is designed for temporary use and discard. Advertising signs should not be fastened to a staff or halyard from which the flag is flown.
(j) No part of the flag should ever be used as a costume or athletic uniform. However, a flag patch may be affixed to the uniform of military personnel, firemen, policemen, and members of patriotic organizations. The flag represents a living country and is itself considered a living thing. Therefore, the lapel flag pin being a replica, should be worn on the left lapel near the heart.
(k) The flag, when it is in such condition that it is no longer a fitting emblem for display, should be destroyed in a dignified way, preferably by burning. (Disposal of Unserviceable Flags Ceremony)
In a UMF (ugly mother fucker) mood tonight...not sure why, but it's not like I haven't been there before. This calls for a short uplifting mix of tunes...
Was gonna post a live version from 1977, but it's 14 fucking minutes long and I'm not in a mood for that. I wanna RJD do his his magic with the vocals (not a Ritchie Blackmore solo), truly a gift from the Goddess, that voice of his. I wanna be the man on the silver mountain...hahah
Father's Day wasn't so bad, with notable greetings and well wishes from my dear friend Darryn and of course my Son...both are busy as fuck, so it made my day that they took the time to do that. I'm not supposed to post pictures of the great-Grandson (or the Granddaughters), but I am Poppy and as such have been through enough shit in my life to do whatever the fuck I want, right? Anyway, I look like one of the doctors that caused him some trauma several months back, so every time I see him, he eyeballs me for about an hour, before he warms up.
Been captivated by Miss Sierra for some time now and ran across this one not to long back. A bit dreamy and perhaps a bit idealistic as well, but it's purty to listen to.
This old UMF found this humorous, although I don't fight well (more of a punching bag) and using my mind (what's left of it) would be first choice over the gun.
Been there, and between my dear friend Darryn confiscating my gun and my Mom insisting I sober up...in August it'll be 19 years since I put down the bottle. Sure as hell, ain't been a cake walk those 18+ years though, but I take pretty much full responsibility for that. Lot's of forks in the road and intersections, where choices needed to be made. I left roadkill on some of those roads, so it only makes sense that I pay the piper...I think rolling my truck not too long ago, was a good reminder of that.
I guy I knew for a minute, Will Harper (he roomed with Ricky Martinez in Redwood Hall), took this picture of this homeless lady in Eureka, 37 years ago. I have no idea what happened to Will (or Ricky) and this woman is probably not with us anymore. A moment frozen in time.
Have I ever posted Los Duggans before? They do a rad version of "Which Side Are You On," but I'm on a mission from God and Baby Jesus told me I should post this one. For my encore I'll be speaking in tongues. Good night y'all...
Whelp, on the old Mustard Relics blog, I did several releases (mostly lathes), so I thought it was about time the RdM blog did a release. I've been talking to my old virtual pal Sean about releasing something from his Mach Baron project, and sure as shit, we did it (yesterday). He's got the whole 28:01 minutes handily uploaded to his Selfish Few YT for your listening pleasure. As far as hard copies, we released a 3" CDR in an edition of 33 (the Crowley, 333 connection was inadvertent, although perhaps subliminal). Anyway, give this EP a listen and if it's up your alley, you can pick up one from me for $10 ppd. I realize the 3" CDR is kind of a niche thing, but the packaging is pretty badass, if I don't say so myself. Sean did all the art on top of the tuneage, and it's impressive, to say the least (all the images are up in the video, including the fucking massive custom made Hannape Bazooka (manga), Reliquias de Mostaza logo)! If you dig speedcore, then this shit is off the hook man, definitely not a snoozy moment in the entire 28 minutes. The hit for me is, All Flesh Is Grass (@ the 10:40 mark), but that takes me back to the Martyred Heretics various artists CDR that I released almost 10 years ago. If you missed out on that one, I humbly submit that you missed out big time on the most varied, all electronic, various artists release ever made (no fucking lie). I am proud as a game rooster to have been a part of this project, which is an all around work of art! Eternal cheers to Sean for doing it and allowing the RdM name to be associated with it. If you don't like it, then so be it, put your favorite Depeche Mode mix on and do your thing...hahah.
A little sappy on that last post (apologies)...all I'm going to say about it is that I'm trying to be a better person, but it's hard...ya know?
Play fucking loud! This is the direction we're headed in on this Fathers Day. Found my old man, seed donor, one of these DNA things (totally uncomfortable having done that, because now my code is out there somewhere, recorded) and I thought about messaging him today, but fuck that.
I have a decent copy of this 7" if you want to pay a lot of money for it and help me get my Buggaloo up and running? Ha!
Probably my favorite recording of these guys.
It's almost comical posting this after them other 3 up there, but in '76 and '77 this version of this song was the best thing I had ever heard, music wise. I was KISS Army man...hahah. It's still a great song, but two of the biggest pieces of shit in all of the music world are Simmons and Stanley. Mother fuck those guys, but thanks for the tune.
Big on my radar in '84!
At the one minute mark, is the hit on this thing, for me...Greedy Human. I am an emotionally greedy person who will strip mine the love right out of you!
Wish I could give credit where credit is due for this wonderful gif. Stark contrast to the music posted. Still wishing everyone peace and love in their lives...
A sunset looking up my driveway from the road, a view that my relatives have had access to for over 150 years.
I've been burning bridges left and right lately...gotta change that trend, but like I've said before, there is a such a thing as too much Mustard (a lot of people just don't like Mustard to begin with...hahah...that alright I don't like relish). I take full responsibility and offer sincere apologies, but when I burn a bridge I can torch that fucker. I will say it here though, that I wish everyone well and if you were/are a pal, nothing but love and happiness.
The guitar sound on this tune is absolutely perfect
Me, Carlos, Kevin, Greg (that his wheelie poppin' 59) and Davrick...definitely homies in high school. Carlos was a bridge I burned somewhere before 2000 when I was drinking at my heaviest, lost a lot of friends at that time. Still talk to Kevin every couple months or so. Every time I'm in So Cal I go out to lunch with Greg at Pinocchio's in Burbank. Last time I saw Davrick he was giving me a tour of Dreamworks where he was working at the time (that is one bitchin' place, man).
The Kinks were as real as you get
My first "friend" when I moved to NoWhere Kansas and for the life of me, can't remember her name, which is horrible, but you gotta like a gal who smokes...hahahah
One of those super group type things, that features John Paul Jones of Led Zeppelin (say what you want about the other dudes, but that dude is a beast of a bass player).
Lost touch with my pal Jenny, from Humboldt State, when I quit the Facebook, always such a sweet person.
I don't like having foes, reminds me you gotta watch your back at all times. In fact, reminds me of drinking and driving, and always keeping an eye on the rear view mirror for the rollers.
Haven't seen or heard from my two best junior high gal pals, since this day after my freshman year in college. Jesus Mary & Joseph ladies, I hope life has been good.
Don't think I ever really paid attention to these guys in '89, but they fucking slay.
I wonder whatever happened to my hoyden daisy friend Lisa? 1987 graduation rehearsal if I'm not mistaken. She went to UCLA after high school, but after that it's a giant mystery...I hope that she has lived a happy life (like I do to all those that got lost to the wind).
One of my two favorite songs by these dudes, the other is A Day In The Life.
I like to think that despite all the shit he had to put up with that his old man pulled in his life, we are tight. I remember you looking at me when you were born Son and me bawling like a baby...best moment in my life.
One of my Mom's favorite bands and really there are those moments when we are slippin' into darkness. Gotta learn to dig the dark or turn on a fucking light...hahah.
Mom and Tiny, I miss your love and wisdom!
They say that hindsight is 20/20...ain't that the fucking truth. Maybe tomorrow will be different.
My best friend knows that the coolest place in the doublewide, when it's over 100 out, is the linoleum floor and my dumb ass is sitting in front of the fucking computer screen. With that, we both wish anybody who bothered getting this far in this long post, (really just me thinking out loud), a tall glass of water and a wide cup of coffee to your happiness and success :)
It's the Brawny Man...Nope! Does anybody remember the Brawny Man?
Went down a long rabbit hole to fetch this one...fucking Nina Hagen and Dee Dee Ramone...you can't lose with that combo. They did a few things together, but this song tugged at my ears the hardest, like Mrs. Blocher in 2nd grade (she'd sneak up on you from behind and either give you a knuckle to the head or the infamous ear twist that would bring you to your feet). This was the best version I found on YT.
Speaking of making monsters for your friends, these are a couple of, as is, pics of the buggaloo my old pal Stovepipe F.J. Pette just gave me! Talk about the hugest of solids, eternal gratitude my friend. 19 fucking 69 baby, but still in the preliminary stages of where it's gonna end up. He built it a while ago and it was his daily driver in LA, then young Mr. Pette had it for a while as his first ride. He had a choice of keeping the '69 or getting the the '61 ragtop that his Dad is currently building....technically the right choice, but it means I get the 69 which is just super dee duper for old Mustard. Beefy motor and transmission, with soon to come dual carbs, clutch, windshield and perhaps even a different look, but that ain't necessary to get her back to home. My daily driver, unless it 4x4 truck weather. I know this may not make sense to many, but this was a life changing event for me...seriously...ripples in the pond. Spent a good portion of the good part of my life in a buggaloo. I will post pictures as we progress with it, but that's gonna a process that will take us into Autumn and with a small goal of beating the Winter, for the 6 hour drive to NoWhere Kansas.
One of the greatest bands to ever come out of the Bay Area. Mostaza is gonna be riding the flatlands...hahah!
Parts cost money, so I'm selling some records. I've been doing that for a while now to come up with a few bucks here and there to make ends meet, but I just listed a bunch more at my store. If you're looking to help Brother out and you have a turntable, there might be something that tickles your fancy. In most cases, if you look at the other listings for the same records, mine is the lowest priced. Check it...
This here is a pic of Mr. P hiding under my desk during a particularly nasty storm the other night...we both feel fear at times, but I find a little bit of solace that he comes to me in his time of need. Sleep well Brothers and Sisters.
This here is about the coolest animated gif this old man has ever seen. A little foreshadowing as in the next post I'm going to be talking about bugs...hahah. Not the kind below that I found wandering around my back porch...a Sphinx Moth?
Is it me or do we tend to make things more difficult than they have to be (I know I have an extreme tendency to do that and am tryin hard to turn that around). The phenomenon of texting to communicate, is the most ridiculous way to carry on any kind of involved conversation. 2 minute phone call = 1/2 hour texting and it's just an inferior way of exchanging information between people that know each other. I like getting texts from the tow truck driver telling me he's five minutes away...ya know? I wonder if there's a way to make it so that when someone texts you, they get an auto generated message saying, "this phone number only takes calls." God damn I think of some silly shit sometimes...first world meaningless hassles :) How about some good music to mull over instead...
Love these old lip-synched performances and these guys clowning around while doing...classic!
I love the first album, but this one speaks to me in a deeper way, every song a hit, and it has this song, which I know I've posted before, but it's easily my favorite Beck tune.
Put me in a hole in the ground
With the money and the towel
And the women all runnin' around
Can't complain about the mess
Momma killed the only dress
Now she's longin' for the pines
Watch my troubles all unwind
Drinkin' gasoline and wine
Catch a chill off the stove
On the train, they cannot feel
Lost my head beneath the wheel
Now she steals my body home
The trees are fake, the air is dead
The birds are stuffed with poison lead
And the ground is much too clean
And if it's only me who's scared
Strap 'em to electric chairs
Ring the moon like a broken bell
When she drags you from the hill
Daddy's gonna burn down the still
We can watch it from the rooftop
Lay in to the fryin' pan
Now she kisses her own hand
With the fiddle on the fire
I took a leap into the fog
Sleepin' on a hollow log
Now I'm coughin' with no mouth
You can keep yourself inside
But you know you cannot lie
When the devil's your only friend
Absolutely no recollection of this event, but frying and flying can do that sometimes. All the RotR events that I went to kind of blend into one memory for me...tons of topless hippie gals running around, everybody passing joints and good jams. God, that was 35 years ago now!
Got me in the mood for some irie stylee, so Prince Far I it is. It's the dudes voice that really captivates me, so unusual and so real.
My good pal and fellow bandster in Humboldt County during my tenure there from 87-94, Jess, sent me this GIF. First thought besides cool kitty, was I love Bush baked beans (w/o bacon).
Two of the four bands here that Jess played bass in (the others were Thee Shatners and The Hi Fives). This split album is pretty fucking good and Jess is a beast of a bass player. Brent's TV & Appliance was sort of the leader of the pack on this sort of general genre, Humboldt 90s Garage Punk Revival ala The Headcoatees.
We shall end this post with what YT's algorithm deduced that I would want to listen to after the above album. I'm not sure about that, but I loves me some SPK and especially this recording in Lawrence Kansas 1982, baby. My bro Ki got to work with the great Graeme Revell in the early 90s I believe on the score and soundtrack for one of the Chuckie movies. Anyway, as always my friends, farewell and I hope you wake up in the morning.
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