Visited my Grandma's grave the other day in Zurich, Kansas (pop. 89). I can't remember if the town is "unincorporated" or is an "urban boundary".
hell yeah! my pal Jess on letterman
Forever a fan of The Pack A.D.
my Son in Ireland
dancehall style I ran across in a seemingly random kind of way, an absolutely perfect example of the genre
this song is one of the most important in my 57 years on this planet...not going to get into why that is. i am vividly aware why and that will suffice. no visitors here in two months, my signal to let go of RdM. if anyone is seeing this, more power to you and thanx for coming along for the ride! cheers...
I think this font I'm using here is my favorite of the ones I've run across casually for a while, Archivo Black...sort of boldly and emphatically saying, "this comes from the heart." I find myself being very self absorbed lately, so much so that the comings and going in my life are off in the background of this reality. I wish Morpheus would offer me a choice of pills as he did Neo, so I could see the world as it really is. My health insurance is not wanting to pay for the one pharmaceutical that has really paid off for me in the last year and a half. Adapt and survive.
Not jumping the fuzz in this video, although, dude did get a good wammo to the noggin there, the real story of couse, is the quality of that fucking door...old school craftsmanship...hahah.
I know, but take the Bern or leave him, the Bernie Bobblehead is worth a smile. Feels like there's not a whole lot to smile at. Jesus' teaching in one phrase, "Don't be an asshole." Consider this a mass grave of regret...I'm sorry if I was ever an asshole to you.
Rotterdam Terror Core doing what they do quite well. Having nothing to do with anything, in closing...
What an end to what has been a pretty crappy year altogether. It's been a sad month with not much to grin at. Sort of a survival mode kind of thing. Uncomfortably numb. A couple people fewer to confide in now and my cat Bandit did not survive the year, so the world has become a lonelier place. Moving into next year, it's already looking like there's going to be some challenges but that's not unusual, gonna have to rely heavily on the ketamine whatever...
I do what I can
About what I can
Hell in a handbasket
Then so be it
Me in this world
They worry about them
Smell like a flower
Or like fucking shit
This is it
The ketamine whatever
Stand or sit
The ketamine whatever
This is it
The ketamine whatever
Danced in a pit
The ketamine whatever
Darkness is real
A lunatic appeal
Nothing to steal
What’s the deal
Grasp at straws
Anything or nothing
Better than worst
New way to feel
This is it
The ketamine whatever
Spit and shit
The ketamine whatever
This is it
The ketamine whatever
A candle lit
The ketamine whatever
A healthy evolution
To make a contribution
Heartfelt absolution
Natural retribution
A little lo-fi primitive raw black metal to end a year which, in the end, feels like one to mourn...that's one fucking thing I'm good at, is mourning...hahah!
En mørklagt sti - slynger seg - innover mot - den svarte ås
Der jeg igjen - skal føle denne lyst
Der jeg igjen - begår denne dåd
Fører meg dithen - hvor timene står stille
Tar meg med - dit hvor årene går
Her har prest - og menigmann - stått den store - den store prøve
Her jeg igjen skal føle denne lyst
Her jeg igjen - begår denne dåd
Stien går hit - hvor timene står stille
Stien tar meg med - dit hvor årene går
Jeg bygger her - et monument - her skal - neste døde råtne
Her jeg igjen - skal føle denne lyst
Her jeg igjen - begår denne dåd
Stien går dit - hvor timene står stille
Tar meg med - dit hvor årene går
Årene går
Årene går
Årene går
Just to nail home that sense of something lost but not forgotten, mistakes made, lessons learned, with some more lo-fi primitive raw black metal...
Dixie Dave of Weedeater gives us an interesting summary of 2025.
I can almost guarantee that the above artists were influenced by Discharge...
...is normal just the way we apothetically allow things to be? I like this client I work with...when you ask him a question he's not really interested in, he simple says, in a monotone voice, "I don't know." He says this a lot! Normal, on thankful feast day for this old fuck, is eating a plate or two full of food followed by a 1-2 nap/digestion session, observed by the great grandson.
This Antiseen song has come back in the now spinning rotation. A great intro on a mix tape I just finished called, No Duds MiX.
Some hubcap art done by my old high school chum Stovepipe...fucking amazing stuff this guy puts out there! Just three favorites, of hundreds he's done over the years.
So, while that was playing I got sidetracked and you tube played the next one in the algorhythmic slot. Why not, the Lunachicks were bad ass and this was their hit for me. I guess knowing who Jan Brady was might not be common anymore.
19 fucking 82 man! This was pretty much it for these guys as far as my taste goes. I respect the hell out of them for being able to stay alive and thrive, but this album and perhaps the Back to the Known 12" are when I enthralled by Bad Religion. God in government is an ancient technique to further enslave that, of course, is still a common thing.
Anybody like The Jam? I've got this 7 lot set up at Ebay. So far no takers. I think it's this bit of info I include on my Ebay listings...
"Smoker w/ Pets...If you are an overly sensitive, delicate type of person do not buy please go elsewhere (thx)
All records in VG+/VG+ condition
Not play tested or cleaned/visual inspection only
I get to the post office when work permits
Get in touch if you would like more information
I have bills to pay and you want to listen to some good music...
Ask questions BEFORE you buy
Make this a win/win, please communicate...thank you!"
One of The Jam's many hits from back in the day. The mod scene was an interesting one, best defined by customized Vespa scooters, in my mind.
Well fuckin' 'eh! A first in 20 years of blogging about the infinity that is music, sound. I'm not sure what this is called other than a DJ doing his thing on the turntables, which goes back several decades to the beginnings of hip-hop. This is the 3rd place dude! WTF! This guy nails it for me between the 3:10 mark, up to around 4:30.
2025
A tall glass of water and a wide cup of coffee to all y'all! Just cuz sometimes life doesn't float my boat doesn't mean that I don't always wish my loved ones happiness and success!
My Son and his Wife's set up...I got the tuntable, amp/receiver and speakers back when I had money, but more importantly it's what they did with it, I really like the presentation here.
Tenor Saw - Ring the Alarm
Shabba Ranks - Where Does Slackness Come From
Sister Nancy - Roof Over Mi Head
Yellowman And Fathead - I Can’t Stand It
One-A-Way - Sufferer
Son and daughter-in-law a few weeks back on the coast of North Carolina. I can die now...my job is complete I think...hahah!
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.
...is this thing called life. Not good amazing or bad amazing. It's more of just the reality that it is!
"I am who I am." Exodus 3:14
The passage, found in the Oxford Annotated Bible, states, "And God said to Moses, 'I AM WHO I AM.' This is what you are to say to the Israelites: 'I AM has sent me to you'". The Oxford Annotated Bible, and other translations, explain that this phrase in Hebrew is "Ehyeh-Asher-Ehyeh" and signifies God's eternal, unchanging, and self-sufficient being. - AI
I would add that it is unchanging in that it is completely neutral and not defined by human ideas of right and wrong. It is outside of morality, like a rock, it just is. The universe is neither moral or immoral, it just fucking is
"Nowhere in Nowhere Kansas" photo by Mostaza.
And just when you thought I was wrapping this up without any music...if you love music like I do, seriously,
In 56 years, one of very few things I have mastered.
I'd like to thank whoever taped a piece of thread onto a quarter first.
We called it rigging the game,
and the outcome was all the credits you needed to master it.
Eventually though I had it mastered
and all i needed was one credit
to play indefintely.
My personal best was somethng like 8 hours on a quater
hahah!
Probably one of the greatest songs I've ever heard,
in my not so humble opinion, of course.
Talk about a rabbit hole dude!
I love music from all over the world
and to see anyone exploring and feeling the music.
There's a hole channel called, Trybals.
My bro Davrick turned me onto these guys in '84 or '85.
I feel bad for Danzig who gets shit talked all the time,
just let the dude do his art man!
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
My #1 vid on my YT cahannel.
50K+ views
Dig this tune,
but if you don't know Spanish
it may not mean as much to you.
Nando boom is fucking awesome
Likewise = I disagree with you too...hahah.
A conversation I was having with an old college chum.
The human race is the blink of an eye.
We are a speck on a speck on a speck
in the vastness of a universe that just is.
The universe is neither good or evil.
In the Oxford Bible, Exodus 3:14 reads, "I am that I am".
When habited planets get sucked into a black hole,
they are and then they are not.
And that's it.
Game over...
Suffering is necessary to understand
that life is perfected by death.
My kitty Bandit has been affectionate lately
a nice change from her timid self.
The phrase "ostentatious omnipresence" is a creative combination of two distinct words, and it does not have a standard, dictionary-defined meaning. The meaning can be inferred by combining the definitions of each word:
Ostentatious: Characterized by vulgar or pretentious display; designed to impress or attract notice. The word implies a gaudy, conspicuous, and often tasteless display meant to show off wealth, knowledge, or status.
Omnipresence: The state of being everywhere at once, or appearing to be everywhere at once; ubiquity.
When combined, "ostentatious omnipresence" refers to a showy, flashy, or exaggerated ubiquity. It describes the practice of constantly making one's presence known in a loud, attention-grabbing way.
Examples of use
Since the phrase is not a formal idiom, its meaning depends on the context in which it is used. It can be applied in various situations, such as:
In marketing: A company that floods every possible advertising channel—social media, television, billboards, etc.—with a flashy and excessive number of ads could be described as having an ostentatious omnipresence.
In social media: A person who constantly and conspicuously posts every detail of their life, achievements, and possessions across multiple platforms could be said to have an ostentatious omnipresence.
In politics: A politician who seems to be everywhere at once, constantly holding press conferences, giving interviews, and creating lavish public events, could be displaying an ostentatious omnipresence.
In fiction: A villain who makes their presence known through numerous flashy displays of power throughout a story could be described as having an ostentatious omnipresence.
Old Stovepipe is having some serious issues with pain,
so more important let's be sending him thoughts and prayers,
juicy with Jesus jargon!
My anthem as a youth...a must listen!
(s)Pot helping me rep the blog.
If any of you would like to get a t-shirt with this design,
or a surprise , please shoot me an email and address.
Absoluetely gratis!
oh joy, another lost love song
what would life be without a good tear jerker
This old Harley may be parked in my garage soon,
thanks to one of my old high school homies.
More about this to come...
To finish this post off,
below is what I wrote up about the surgery,
or I guess more specifically,
about 1/2 before going under the knife...
08/08/2025
Attn: To whom it may concern
I started this journey of pain sometime around May of 2024 and today it is August 8th 2025 and apparently the pain will still be with me. Fortunately, after a surgery yesterday though, according to the surgeon, my fingers may not be numb. The 15 month journey has been an interesting one…numerous blood draws & UAs, several X-rays, 3 MRIs, a Rheumatologist, a nerve study, a chemical stress test, a heart cath and yesterday anterior cervical discectomy and fusion. The list of issues with the spine that may be contributing to the pain are numerous to say the least. The topic that I wish to address though, is the five minute monologue given by Dr. Boswell directed towards myself, in the presence of my wife, a pre-op RN and the anesthesiologist. The doctor was apparently upset and visibly so, that I had not quit smoking. As a result he made it quite clear that he would not be relieving any of the pain with the surgery today, but that I could expect the numbness in my fingers to subside. Because I had not quit smoking he was not going to be able to address any of my arthritis and therefore the pain would continue. He made this so clear that once the monologue was over he demanded that I repeat what he had said again, in front of these same people. The RN I think was in awe. I am in awe, myself, that I did not explode, but I think this was after being given something to “relax” by the RN. Interestingly enough, he then asked if I would like to pray with him, which I declined, as after his monologue, I am absolutely certain that Dr. Boswell and I Do Not pray to the same Deity. I need to rewind a little bit and go back to a pre-op appointment that I had with the doctor. Towards the end of this appointment we had a discussion about smoking. During this discussion he indicated there would be a 20% greater chance of the success of this surgery if I were to quit smoking cigarettes. I agreed that I would “try” to quit because I was definitely tired of the pain. I did try very hard during that period to quit smoking, including getting a prescription of Chantix from my Psychiatrist who I see for TRD (treatment resistant depression). I faithfully took this medication up until the day of the surgery, but was unable to quit smoking. I don’t know if the doctor has had to quit smoking before but for many people this is a very difficult undertaking. My understanding is that quitting smoking is one of the hardest chemical dependencies to get past. I cared for my Mother who died at the age of 68 from smoking (small cell carcinoma), which by the way, was not enough impetus for me to quit smoking at that time. I know a similar journey quite well as it took me almost 5 years after admitting that I had a problem, to stop using alcohol. During those 5 years I was arrested several times for being drunk in public, a DUI accident, numerous detox and rehab stays, a divorce and joblessness and homelessness. After almost 20 years of alcohol sobriety I know that I am one sip away from being an active drinker again. Anyway, during this conversation about quitting smoking he never indicated that it was a condition of him doing the entire procedure, as was now the case. I am very disappointed by the outcome. While I respect the doctor very much for his highly acclaimed talent as a surgeon, his bedside manner needs a substantial amount of improvement, especially in those moments just prior to surgery. He was also dishonest, as I said, he did not indicate that I would have a partial surgery as a result of not quitting smoking during the pre-op. To add insult to injury, after insurance, this partial surgery will still cost me in excess of $2000. I am grateful to the doctor though, that the issue with my neck has been resolved.
I wrote this to help me feel better about the situation and am sending it to you so that someone understands where I am coming from in case we have any future interactions. I have to tell you, I have lived a very hard life, one that is the result of many poor decisions. I have had to do a lot of reconciling in 56 years. I do wish I had been able to quit smoking for the procedure, and ironically my last cigarette was the evening before the surgery…hahah.
I've recently been going through my old crates of endless cassettes that I've had since the 1980s until present. I am the son of Hoarders from the depression// baby boomer era, and I've held on to every single fucking tape I've had since about 1983. Now that I'm 55, I can't help but start my death cleaning and start throwing this shit away. As I know my kids and grandkids are not going to have any interest in listening to my old shitty classic rock cassettes taped off of kfmi radio. Back in my day, we took a long time to learn about punk rock. I lived in Crescent City, California, which is kind of like Alaska, the furthest Northwest corner of California on the coast, gray and rainy and depressed and full of Hicks that were angry and it was not a very pleasant place at all. Oftentimes friends would move up from places like San Francisco, San Jose, Los Angeles, Gilroy, or Santa Cruz, and they would inevitably bring music with them that us Hicks in a small town had not heard yet. I had a short-term friend named Pat in 1986 and he brought this tape that had rolling Stones, minor threat, and Beatles White album on it?? What a weird fucking combo. It also had kinks you really got me and all day and all of the night. I like that this kid, who had a bad chin, bad teeth and smoked cigarettes, had rather alienated and masculine taste in music. But most of all, it was important that I heard minor threat for the first time from this tape, I drew the cover for this tape, like a lot of kids did in the '80s. I had no real idea what punk rock, or DC hardcore versus LA hardcore, was. This is my first introduction though, to something that was beyond the mainstream, angry, relevant and true.
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