Howdy! Not sure if I ever used that word before I moved to the pathetically backwards state of Kansas.
Los Dugganas doing a song I haven't put out there before (quite possibly). Pretty sure I'm not "Heaven Bound", in the highly unlikely chance there is such place . I am North Carolina bound for my Son's wedding. Toughest part about going out there is that fact that I'd much rather be there than here. Gonna be a trip navigating the airport in my current crippled state. Oh well...what are you gonna do but inhale and exhale while you put on foot in front of the other. Ta ta for now...
3 legit views of the blog, so far this month, which is 100X better than a thousand spam views.
The almighty Grout went on after I got married and moved away (to San Diego in '94), and proceeded to tear shit up. When one of the guys sent me this demo, it was obvious that me leaving the band (and Humboldt) allowed them to really define their sound. My brother since 7th grade, Matt, wrote the lyrics to about half these tunes, while I wrote one and split duties for writing another with Matt, my favorite song, Deranged @ 10:15. The progression of bands was WD40, Garden Weasel, Grout and then bam, The Hitch, who were pretty big in the area from the late 90s to the 00s. On this realease it was Jeff (g,v), Ty (b,v) and Steve (d,v)...
The Great Grandson and yours truly at the pumpkin patch this month. The littlt big man, as I call him, had a fucking blast! Dude was asleep before I got out of the parking lot...hahah.
One Man Running, was my favorite band of all the bands I saw while I lived there. Green Day from Southern Humboldt (I believe), got huge, but having seen both bands live in the early 90s, OMR should been the ones to get huge...10X the band (and personalities) GD were. We played with these guys A LOT! I wouldn't be surprised if between the parties and venue gigs, we didn't play together 50X. They let me sing the song "Resin Scraper" (not on this demo) at this outdoor party, but I embarassingly butchered it. Their cover of Steve Millers (Jet Airliner" is pure fucking gold! Shit, you may as well listen to the last tune after that, total hit. Moss (g), Chuck (b,v), Morgan (d,v)...
@ the 14:01 mark is "They Came To me" which was always my fave track, but just now listening to again, DR. Jeckyll and Mr. Christian Scientist @ 21:13 is slamming. Take the musicianship of NoMeansNo and put a heavy metallic edge on it. Out in Manilla at the "chicken coops" where our practice pads were, they had the mansion of pads. Wild group of guys, probably saw them play 30 times and was always blown the fuck away...they were this tight live! Chuck (v), Marten (g), Nick (g), Andy (b), Darren (d)...
Baby Bandit through my favorite filter. We wish anybody reading this nothing but happiness and success.
Cauldrons full of boiling oil and lead into which devils plunge the greedy to get them drunk with their bad greed description of Lazarus of hell. Fac simile du “Calendrier des Bergers”” prophetique almanach printed by Claude Nourry in 1504 for Jacques Hugu
An algorith is a "data-tracking system in which an individual's internet search history and browsing habits are used to present them with similar or related material on social media or other platforms." - AI definition. This is one of the many tools of the cannibals in our society who feed off the rest of humanity.
Restavant! Just starting to scratxch the surface, postumously, on this duo. Prety rockin' stuff, if you ask me, which you did when you signed the privacy policies of this blog.
Baby Bandit and Mama! This was actually a selfie I took while laying in bed, I'm to the left of Baby Bandit, who is looking at me, but I cut myself out of the photo. I had to right? Me in bed may cause some folks to get damp...hahah! Bandit is one of those cats you will neve see if you come visit me...at best you might catch her as a blurr between two hiding spots. In act if I did have company, she would hide out for a couple days, just to be sure they had left. Mama, who was a terrible mama, in fact, the type of kitty who gave birth and never came back, so she got fixed (spayed) immediately. She is more of an attention whore, who will swat you, claws out, if you stop petting her.
Does it get any more real than this for us, the masses? Must be the root of the billionare worship that seems to be prevalent in this country. Why not right, they pay no taxes and are doing everything they can to give themselves the ability to live forever. Imagine the Musks of the world with us forever, blessing us with the scraps off their tables. Their existence in this world is pure smut (obscene or lascivious talk, writing, or pictures).
My old Humboldt County pal Josh Hanson did this logo a while back and I thought it was well worth putting out there again. So many wonderful artistic types have been in my life over the years. Just sent him an email...it's been several years, since I have.
Venom fucking slays it! "You want some more?" One of my defining moments in my life and one of the most brutal gigs I have ever seen, was Venom with Slayer and Exodus at the Hollywood Paladdium in 1984(?). "All hell breaks loose!"
The best way posible for me, at the moment, is to end this post is with this tune. A very early Butthole Surfers tune that is sometimes referred to as "Theme Song". For all my male homies out there, may your prostrate never give you any issues.
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