The late great...

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 :)