"Edgelords"

 

This here is Tigger.

He enjoys just sitting there and staring at me

with those crazy eyes.

I feel like that in the world

where everyone is eyeballin' me.

Heaps of information provided at a glance

as we cross paths momentarily.

Move on about your business, man!

"they're all the same"

Don't think I've ever posted the Misfits on either blog.

I had several tapes, but this was the only actual vinyl I've ever had

(except some bootlegs).

Say whatever you want about Danzig

but these guys were some serious fucking hardcore

back in the day.

Favorite songs by the Misfits are Bullet and...

All Hell Breaks Loose

Walls start closing in around you

My twins of evil

They shake you by the collarbone

Then snap your rib cage

And broken bodies in a death rock dance hall

Please be my partner

Eyeballs pop, accelerated blood beat

Veins a-shaking

And all hell breaks loose

Yea, evil is as evil does and who

Yea, who but me could write this book of cruel

I send my murdergram

To all these monster kids

It comes right back to me and it's

Signed in there parents' blood

And all hell breaks loose

Yea, my heart is a-breaking loose

Yea, my whole world's breaking loose

Yea, and evil is as does and who

Yea, but who but me could write this book of cruel

I send my mudergram

To all these monster kids

It comes right back to me and it's

Signed in their parents blood

And broken bodies in a death rock dance hall

Please be my partner

And eyeballs pop, accelerated blood beat

Veins a-shaking

And all hell breaks loose

Yea, my heart is a-breaking loose

Yea, my whole world's breaking loose

Yea, evil is as evil does and who

Yea, but who but me could write this book of cruel

I said my whole world's breaking loose

Yea, my whole world's breaking loose

Yea, my whole world's breaking loose

Yea, my whole world's breaking

All hell breaks loose

There's something oddly attractive about Phyllis...hahah.

I've certainly been a weedhead and a tramp

among many other charming things in my life

(if you're gonna do something, do it well).

At my worst of times,

right before and after the new millennium,

for a couple months I "dated" this crackhead gal named Victoria.

She had the addiction thing going as bad as I did with the bottle,

but crackheads are sketchy fuck.

I doubt she's still alive,

although I hope she made it

because beyond the addiction and beneath the suffering

was a good heart.

Having a Booker moment...

I was over in Aberdeen

On my way to New Orlean

I was over in Aberdeen

On my way to New Orlean

Them Aberdeen women told me

Will buy my gasoline

Hey, two little women

That I ain't ever seen

They has two little women

That I ain't never seen

These two little women

Just from New Orlean

Ooh, sittin' down in Aberdeen

With New Orlean on my mind

I'm sittin' down in Aberdeen

With New Orlean on my mind

Well, I believe them Aberdeen women

Gonna make me lose my mind, yeah

Aber-deen is my home

But the mens don't want me around

Aberdeen is my home

But the men don't want me around

They know I will take these women

An take them outta town

Listen, you Aberdeen women

You know I ain't got no dime

Oh-oh listen you women

You know'd I ain't got no dime

They been had the po' boy

All up and down.

The BartBug!

The RugBug will be cooler

and I won't have to eyeball folks either...hahah.

You're either in the know or not when it comes to those kinds of things.

This one is for my pal Elliott,

who probably knows I've posted this one from Watchmaker before.

What would you call this niche in the music world,

other than just brutal as fuck?

Therapeutic Dirt Nap (another song of theirs from this album)

is one of the best song titles ever!

sPot!

This goes out to a pal of mine,

one of several, out there, in this wide world,

virtual and in person,

who know that old Mustard is a slow learner.

I'm still wondering when the wisdom of age kicks in...hahah!

Anyway...

Smiles and laughter to all y'all :)

13th Apostle - Gore Shock (cassette)

 

Shooting for a Valentine's Day 2025 release!

Think of a soundtrack to a movie that is equal parts,

Hellraiser and Evil Dead.

Nothing but real life pain and suffering.

Once you open this door there is no going back!

Mustard in moderation is highly recommended...

 

Life is like self flagellation.

This was the first image on the sidebar of the old blog.

Wish I knew where it was from

One of my favorite versions of this song,

and fucking live as fuck!

This came from Instagram, the only social media I peruse

not because it's any better or worse than the fucking others

but because I've got a few homies that share cool shit.

Social media is so deep in our human experience,

that you get advice on it's manipulation to improve "your mood"

Crazy shit dude!

I'm done bitching about it

because it's not like it's going anywhere

made me think of this tune though...

Ah, good ole' Reagan Youth, 30 years ago and still relevant.

Looks like the pot of gold can be found behind my garage north of the windbreak!

Probably my favorite Sleaford Mods tune

even though I'm a big fan of their earlier stuff

Old Mostaza can relate...

Silly Me!!!

Always and forever the best shotgun rider I've ever known!

Dude is vigilant and I feel like I could learn a bit from him.

"memories, don't leave like people do, they always stay with you- whether they are good or bad" 

Unmitigated

Sinbad knew way back in 1958 that the struggle is real Brothers and Sisters! 

Been dead around here as far as the number of hits I'm getting but I'm glad cuz the bots have gotten all they needed from me and are no longer inflating those numbers. Keepin' it real here, I hope, as one music lover to a few others who may or may not be living the dream...hahah. New Pushead-style logo  thanx to the magic touch of Seanocide (Mach Baron et al.)...stickers had to be made. I highly recommend Sticker Mule! They have these deals they send you, that are just too good to pass up on...one off T-shirts too.

Sold this album like a dumbass, trying to make ends meet. It's all about a positive stream of choices in life, not one step forward, two steps back. There's a lot of good bands on this Volume 3 of Wild Riders Of Boards comp and this Septic Death tune solidifies that.

Years ago when I was on Facebook, I went through a faze of taking sunset pictures. This here is a sunrise from yesterday. Trying to at least start out the day positive, right?

This goes out to my long time work pal Kristi...she knows what's up. Gotta love MDC! Two of my bands played with them up in Humboldt and Dave is a helluva nice guy...all the folks were...Matt from Operation Ivy played guitar for them at least once.

This pic sorta fits the song below...

Fucking love these guys...1971 Mexico!

From Lost in My World to a Scooby Doo moment...what are ya gonna do? This Scooby Doo art (minus the Boomerang logo) would look good on the door of my bug. I mean, why not, Scooby has been a part of my life for a long time and is meaningful to me on several levels. All good stuff.

Now, from Scooby to Zebras, which I posted another song of there's not too long ago, this one from a later album. I've put this song on several mixed CDRs and it's one of those songs that give you energy.

The trailer for the movie that is where the GIF is from that I started this post with. 1958 is before my time but they used to play this movie a lot on the local stations in the 70s. So different from a fantasy styled swords and sorcery movie they might have today. As the trailer indicates, this was cutting edge in '58.

I play this song often in the mornings before I start getting ready for work. A mellow somber slow start to my mornings, enjoyed with a ciggy and a cup of ice coffee.

Self explanatory ending to a post...keep it real Brothers and Sisters!

Did you disassociate?

 "Sending out 10 of these stickers to various Relics I know and I would please like a picture of the sticker (stuck or not) somewhere in your life or imagination…gonna post your images on the blog

My email is XXXXXXXXXX…pretty please with a smile for all y’all!"

If I don't have your address I couldn't send ya a sticker,

but if you you'd like a couple, pictures optional, but appreciated,

then please let me know :)

Fucking around with AI and Seanocide's Pushead lettering!

The blog header at the moment is that same lettering,

and a pic courtesy of my long time Kansas captive pal, Kristi

February 17, 1927 was when this one was released

97 fucking years old and I think it stands the test of time

I'm sure it's been posted before, but this time we can all sing along,

someone kindly posted the lyrics.

By the way "pills" were little balls of opium,

and Old Mostaza used to love an "after-date"

Have you ever heard about Willie the Weeper?

Had a job as a chimney sweeper

He had the dope habit and he had it bad

Listen while I tell you about a dream he had

~

He went down to the dope shop one Saturday night

He knew the lights would all be burning bright

Well I guess he smoked a dozen pills or more

When he woke up he was on a foreign shore

~

The Queen of Sheba was the first he met

She called him lovey-dovey and honey pet

She gave him a great big automobile

With a diamond headlight and a golden wheel

~

Down in Honolulu Willie fell in a trance

Seein' the dusky beauties do the Hula dance

His sweetie got in jail and Willie sure did shout

When he got the news that she had wiggled out

~

He landed with a splash in the river Nile

Ridin' on a seagoin' crocodile

He winked at Cleopatra, she said "Ain't he a sight"

'n' he said, "How 'bout a date for next Saturday night?"

~

He had a million cattle and he had a million sheep

Had a million vessels on the ocean deep

Had a million dollars all in nickels and dimes

Well he knew because he counted it a thousand times

~

He landed in New York one evenin’ late

He asked his sugar for an after-date

Started to kiss her and she started to pout

When bang-blang!

And the dope gave out

Don't think I've posted Creepin' Jenny before,

definitely not this version,

but I have enlightened the five real people that come to the blog

(and the multitude of bots),

as to the amazing Pack A.D.

This is/was one of my favorite two piece bands!

Old Mostaza was a stoner in 9th grade...hahah. 

Miss Harley, the Librarian, said that we both looked stoned in the picture, 

I was and pretty sure she probably knew it.

Speedwhore!

Their name alone was enough to give them a spin.

Elliott, are you out there bud...thoughts?

Pretty generic thrash/speed metal kinda stuff,

but I dug some of the tunes for the intricacies and tempo changes.

Not too into the falsetto screams, 

but dude also sports an impressive growl.

My dear friend, Jess Hilliard on bass, and Mr Al Sobrante on drums, in The Shatners!

If I have posted this one before,

I probably talked about how amazing it was/is.

A gift to humanity.

Disassociate!

Truth!

Hugs to all y'all...night-night.