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Well my heart's still beating for now...that's a plus.  My old pumper is probably a little more beat up than this pristine looking one, but despite being a smoker my blood pressure is perfect (knock on wood).

Remember the Subhumans (UK)?  My good pal Greg back in high school was a huge fan of these guys and by proxy I was too.  Another one of those great bands where everyone rocks, but the front man Dick Lucas is just incredible...so essential in a good punk rock band.  This song was my boohoo song in the mid 80s whenever I had a gal problems.

Love is a bastard it tears you apart

Just when you thought you didn't have a heart

Couldn't give a fuck cause you didn't know how

And suddenly everything brings you down

Love is a bastard it fucks you up

Make up break up totally messed up

Lipstick stains and little white lies

Can you see the blood running out of my eyes?

Love is a bastard it makes you cry

Do something wrong and you don't know why

Can't remember what you said

Lie on the floor and wish you were dead

Poor Alfalfa...screen capture from the "Mail and Female" 1937 episode or what you may remember as the The He-Man Woman Haters Club episode.  So in love with Darla who had everything going for her, while he was the quintessential sap (wearing his heart on his sleeve).

My old high school chum Davrick and just a few of the credits to his name in the animation industry...so proud of him starting out at the very bottom and moving up to being a sought after editor in the field!

My virtual pal Eddie on vocals for this hugely underrated band, none of the members was old enough to drive (I actually got to see them at a party I mentioned Cameron Diaz along with a pic of her on a skateboard from the 90s and it reminded me of the four skateboards I've had in my life.  My first one was a cheapo Valsurf wooden deck shaped like a surf board with the little generic trucks and clear amber wheels.  Rode that thing on the sidewalk in front of my apartments on Reno street in the Rampart district of LA day in and day out.  I can almost remember the day clearly when I first learned how to jump off the curb. The next deck my Mom got me from an ad in the paper...can't remember who the deck was made by but it was the standard huge thing that weighed a ton from back in the early 80's, a pool deck with tracker truckes and Sims Snakes conical wheels.  That was my main mode of transportation from when I was 12 until I was old enough to drive.  My next deck I got in college from several friends who donated old parts to put together a pretty nice deck for getting to back and forth to school.  It was a beater but light and perfect for any pal who was willing to drag me behind their bicycle...my pal Sang lived with me at the time and he was kind enough to to do the dragging on most days.  I remember getting dragged by my pal Senon on one occasion down this steep hill, getting some serious speed wobble and subsequently wiping out hard.  My last deck, which I recently gave to my granddaughter was provided by my pal Big Bob of Agression (rip) that I traded him some old records for when I was living in San Diego.  Hardly rode that one at all except to sit on with my Son on my lap and go down this gradual hill in front of the last apartment I lived in before moving to Kansas.

My college pal and former bandmate in Grout, doing his one man band thing called the Leftoverking that he's been up to for decades.  Love this tune and when I put it on fucking youtube I just knew this image from Seinfeld was perfect to go with it.

Probably the greatest love song ever written and Black Sabbitch fucking nails it...the drummer I swear must be like Bill Ward's daughter or something, cuz she really captures the true beauty of his drumming.

Alright now!

Won't you listen?

When I first met you, didn't realize

I can't forget you or your surprise

You introduced me to my mind

And left me wanting you and your kind

Oh, yeah

I love you

Oh, you know it

My life was empty, forever on a down

Until you took me, showed me around

My life is free now, my life is clear

I love you sweet leaf, though you can't hear

Oh, yeah baby!

Come on now, try it out!

Straight people don't know what you're about

They put you down and shut you out

You gave to me a new belief

And soon the world will love you sweet leaf

Oh, yeah baby!

Come on now, try it out!

Oh, yeah!

Landfill Buzzard

 

This gal (that I kind of know,/used to work with) who is now working at Dollar Tree, where I get my smokes sometimes (Montego red 100s, cheapest in town), gave me the smoking is bad for me speech. I told her that my Mom had died of small cell carcinoma from smoking, all her life (shit, towards the end Mom was going through the motions and smoking imaginary cigs) and I went on to say that's how I plan on going out too. Shit if I make it to 68 I will be stoked, another 15 years, unless I get hit by a fucking truck.

Was going through some old records of mine to sell, as old Mustard is broke and I got shit to do, like make a trip out to see my Son in North Carolina. Been planning that for some time now but it will be reality in a couple of months. Now that he's got a nice turntable and receiver/amp I send him records about once a month. Anyway, came across this 12", I was "friends" with the singer back when I was on that piece of shit known as facebook, and I gave it a spin. After several years of not listening to it, this is still my favorite tune...

The Rona really did our number on our society (I don't know about wherever yer at, but fucking eh). We have been jacked since 2020 and it just keeps getting worse in terms of what life is like in this country. The Rona ain't going nowhere, it's gonna be just a common thing you can get (and possibly get killed by, especially as you age), just like flu and whatnot. I don't follow any news sources and I certainly don't do social media (shit, I don't even like to text), but I know we are jacked, you can't miss it at the gas pump or supermarket. Worst of all is the asshole levels seem to have grown exponentially, people just ain't nice.

When I was young I was the nicest guy I knew

I thought I was the chosen one

But time went by and I found out a thing or two

My shine wore off as time wore on

I thought that I was living out the perfect life

But in the lonely hours when the truth begins to bite

I thought about the times when I turned my back & stalled

I ain't no nice guy after all

When I was young I was the only game in town

I thought I had it down for sure,

But time went by and I was lost in what I found

The reasons blurred, the way unsure

I thought that I was living life the only way

But as I saw that life was more than day to day

I turned around, I read the writing on the wall

I ain't no nice guy after all

I ain't no nice guy after all

In all the years you spend between your birth and death

You find there's lots of times you should have saved your breath

It comes as quite a shock when that trip leads to fall

One of many shows we played that I have no recollection of...I asked Brian our bass player, "Do you remember this show? I remember the Dread sorta cuz we played with them several times, at least one other time at Angelos...Athena played bass and the singer I remember as being a nice guy. They were kind of a hardcore band weren't they? 23 More Minutes is a total blank...hahahah...were they local or did they come with the Dread? Hmmmm...One Man probably rocked!" Brian's response, "I remember the mckinleyville shows. The dread had that one song about how he was in a bad mood. I used to get loaded with the guitar player. Good times." Good times, indeed...I think.

Probably posted this on the old blog but what the fuck, with lines like, "I'm the dog that ate your birthday cake."

My type of gal (SKATER!) in the 90s (when this picture was taken of Cameron Diaz), would have liked to have had a wake and bake bongload, a cup of coffee and some munchies down at Los Bagels with her...perhaps somewhere down the road a cup of espresso and a hot tub at the Finnish Country Spa, splitting a tab of acid, or better yet, some mushrooms. At 53 it's hard not to be nostalgic, especially when things were so good in my 20s...the first half of that decade. It stopped being cool the day after I got back from my honeymoon in Venezuela...turned into a filthy drunk. The only highlight, after that in my life being the birth of my son...I was fucking there and the first thing he saw was his old man. Almost 26 years later here we are...

Out with the old...

 

What flick is this from?

Mostaza does not equal hero, my hero days are over, but I have many masks at my disposal...this one courtesy of my old pal and, fellow Humboldt State alumni and stellar musician, Jess Hilliard)...I will have to feature some of his music here shortly.  Anyway, the mask thing...we all wear them, some of us have a subconscious closet full and they can be used in a variety circumstances, but speaking for myself, I only show my real face to those I care about.  I just accepted a new position and will have to polish off the old work mask(s).  The one I wear most commonly, the public one, is a polite one, unless I have to change quickly to the one with a largish touch of indifference, because there is absolutely no reason to be unkind, unless I am faced with rudeness (more and more common amongst folks these days).  These days I find myself wearing the "whatever" mask more and more frequently...I have to be careful as I run the risk of forgetting what the real me looks like.  Remember that Twilight Zone with horribly accurate masks that a dying man insists that his children wear until he is dead?  I miss shows like that, meaningful and thought provoking....

Upon asking my bro Brian what was spinning on his virtual turntable, after much deliberation and heavy discussion, we came to the conclusion that it was time for some Neurosis.  I was a huge fan of the earlier stuff, while this was the transition album that spiraled them into the beast that they became and I'm assuming still are today.

Sacrifice your security

Sell your identity, integrity

Give till it hurts, give some more, give it all away

Sacrifice yourself

The choice I made is my own

In the comments on the previous video somebody suggested this tune tune as having a similar vibe.

Joe commented: "Well, that SUCKED! Thanks for nothing!!" ...the only comment I have on this CDr that I released a while back, when I posted it on fucking YT...my new moto!

I dreamed about you

I was a part of you

I was the left hand of God

Which gave mankind innocence

I was loved by you

And i said to you

Bring back the light

Brighten the heart of your bride

Babylon it's time to rise

Lucifer will bring the light

Lucifer, I cry

You asked me why i'm crying why i'm lying

I said this is not the light i'm looking for

This light leads to a dark desire

To let me fall in eternal fire

Babylon it's time to rise

Lucifer will bring the light

Lucifer, I cry

You said: don't you know it's the light God has created

Look your right hand takes what the left one leaves for it

Don't fight against what you are and always will be

This is no heresy

These hands killed without guilt

This heart burns in repentance

These hands killed without guilt

This dream is lost in repentance

Babylon it's time to rise

Lucifer will bring the light

Lucifer, I cry

Lucifer who cries

Lucifer this part dies

Lucifer this part dies

Lucifer: A star on high