Wednesday, November 29, 2006


and yet more...yes, MORE crazy band pictures from sweden!

Monday, November 27, 2006

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Richie is a witch...

the last 24 hours i cannot stop listening to heavy metal. and dead moon. here is to a wonderful turkey day everybody...with some deep purple and dead moon.

54-40 or fight.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Fearless Johnston or Daniel Freaks

day before yesterday was a rainy day. and it rained some more. still, i was up early and the red envelope containing "the devil and daniel johnston" was staring at me and i was peering back. i got it out and away i went on this amazing travel though the life of Daniel Johnston. being a fan on the slightest but most certainly aware level, i found the entire 1:50 minutes of this doc fascinating in many ways. which says a lot due to my not really liking bio pics (which this is not) and i just wasn't sure i was in the mood. still, tea was made and i was riveted. this poor soul of a man is like nobody else and sure there are some characters out there but mr. johnston has a certain naivete that goes though his eyes and his highly expressive face. tragic for sure yet hopeful in some way, i hope everybody can see this great doc. this movie also reminded me that i really like his art work too...with the exception of some staged shots, this was fantastic all around.
later that night i moved from my couch a little to the west and watched another documentary "the fearless freaks". this as you might now already know is about the flaming lips. this too was also quite good however it missed the deeper intimacy that "devil" had. i like the lips and now i like them more after seeing this expose on them - and the 20+ years they have been around. the viewer gets great insight to the Coyne family and the many brothers. fantastic where the name of the movie comes from too! and funny thing too, i think many people get the idea that Wayne Coyne is some kind of nut - like, cuckoo for cocoa puffs nut - but he comes off so together and really super sweet. his music can certainly be nutty and bent but he comes off more like the pied piper with all of us following him as he sings all bloodied or in a bubble surrounded by fur suited freaks. coyne seems like someone i'd love to have dinner with and talk about 'stuff' with...nothing special, just stuff. later that night i went home and pulled out "the soft bulletin" and listened to side 2 since that was the side i placed down w/o looking. it worked and worked well. finally the punk rockers are being documented in movies...!

Friday, November 17, 2006

studio filled with sand, lsd and heartbreak - wouldn't it be nice!

i have a cassette player in my car but don't worry, i also have a five cd changer too. i listen to the cassette more if you include the time spent using it with my ipod adaptor. and i really wanna write about my ipod but i am already bored and so are you.

aren't you?

shuffle friends shuffle! shuffling songs on my ipoop is really where its at. oooh, john zorn, then aretha, maybe some kbd, maybe some ennio morricone...all are within reach however i let it just fly. i was doing that night before last and the song "i just wasn't made for these times" came on and i started to really freak out. god only knows (sorry, had to do it) i have heard that song a million and half times but this time i heard brian and his boys not from the beach sing and i was in a trance. "how dare you!" i yelled. where in hell does this music come from?!?! i'd be far from exaggerating to tell you i almost got in an accident...the car seemed to get out of control and started operating on its own. or, maybe - just maybe i lost control after hearing brian lose control.
shuffled. disheveled.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Monday, November 06, 2006

(i know) it's only rock and roll (and i still like it)

wait a have never heard of the cold war kids? how's about division day? or what about tapes n tapes...they were so four months ago. well, listen away to kexp in our fair city of seattle, they will teach you and so will myspace if you must go there. and do so for this lofty site on the worldwideweb will allow you to see pictures of these tussled youths and even listen to these among countless other bands. it has changed...not things are changing, IT whatever it may be, has changed. and now more than ever IT seems easier to pay attention just as easy as it is to just ignore it all.

i used to not necessarily take pride in knowing somethings about contemporary rock but i seemed to have just lost caring or desire. yes, someone will try and tell me about something or someone - if i was not such a snob i'd really pay close attention too. i think t. "purple" hayes was the last person i know who would talk about new bands and i'd listen to him. this feat was largely due to his unbridled and lovely enthusiasm doubled with his incredible knowledge. yet now i am now so far removed with so many tools to my access as i mentioned above. i'd like to think this is because i am 44 but tis' far too easy of an explanation for someone who still listens to way more music then most and gets so much out of my current blasts with the past. furthermore, independent is a word which is tossed around hollywood when it comes to making movies and it seems to be misused or i just do not get the meaning any longer...and the same goes for music and possibly even more so. i go to for assistance and get nowhere or no, where? i don't know. is myspace defining independence? i have been pondering this for a smidge of time as of late and really, it all seems trivial when i know i will go home and listen to ornette coleman, led zeppelin, fairport convention or myself say what rev. lovejoy said on the simpsons, "this sounds like rock and/or roll".

Friday, November 03, 2006

Bee See

don't be scared...that is peanut butter and it is cremeux peanut butter. ooh la la, it is not french peanut butter but canadian who for some reason (which we all know) have the audacity to have two languages spoken in their country...and let's hope it stays at two - cultural differences like, say, languages just seem to get in the way of progress. and i digress...for i am here to write about my recent trip to vancouver, canada. i mentioned some time ago i love it there - still do. i also wrote how i got some free canadian money and would spend it there - i did. lovely place. three friends and i went up there with the idea to just do tourist, stay at a nice hotel, see some sights and eat some more then head back. we accomplished it all...great are some high and lowlights.

this crazy indian place everybody (myself included) talks about eating at vij's is there and we went. or, kinda. one of us jumped out of the car at 5:42 to get our name in since they do not take reservations. we ended up sitting down at our table at 7:28. is it worth the wait, well - yes and no. yes, the food is that damn good but no because i personally hate to wait. i was lucky since lively conversation ensued along with an passing by snack in the form of an indian french fry/frite which were hot, spicy and delicious. i guess you all should go there but be prepared to wait. two of us were swarmy enough to eat a veggie hotdog on the street hours before...ha!

stanley park. lovely place even within the confines of ones car - our situation - and the pouring rain. yes, it rains in vancouver and it is quite forboding. nobody was really prepped for a rain walk so we drove and drove some more. not getting out, lowlight. it's hard to look at all that green and not want to jump out at it. next time, i rent a bike.

we shopped and i really wanted to get another hat. nope, ph got not one but two or wait, did she get three? either way, she made up for my desire but i am still with little hair and no hat.

why the peanut butter? we were all hungry upon our arrival in the city and headed over to sophie's cosmic cafe in kitsilano. well known, kitchy and just fine for a decent breakfast. and they have jam packets and pb packets as you see above. well, two overly made up and too much make up gurls are next to the four of us and they just must have been that much more hungry than us. these packets were opened and consumed...maybe three prior to the dishes they ordered arrived. now i cannot recall, did they use their fingers or did they use their spoons? either way, they dug in and we were the captive audience. highlight! and lowlight...

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

you got the flavor.........

most of my people know i don't drink booze. i kind of miss it yet i am not really drawn to it whatsoever. some friends know it is best i don't drink - like i don't really need the 'liquid courage' to just say and do whatever i please. troubling dear readers, trouble can be lurking so be warned. yet, i like the idea of just getting out of my head and just being turned inside out. this feeling does happen now and then in different forms and though different transgressions and actions so really, alcohol is merely an elixir best for others. And this is not to say i will not ever drink again - i just don't right now or have in many years. i do recall the last times of my drinking, i was drinking nothing but superior, premium alcohol. top shelf but nothing too freaky like $100 scotch but still, good shit for sure. now get this, the last taste of booze that entered my mouth and yes this is an update was BALVENIE scotch last saturday. the smell of the bottle opening entered my senses and it was inviting but not as nearly inviting as the smell as it came closer to me by way of the love child of vivian westwood and alexander mcqueen...where this, ahem - taste came from. clearly this was the best taste i have had in my mouth for quite a long time and overwhelming too. full bodied and delectable in every way i remember. or, maybe it was halloween, maybe gram parsons' brief meeting, or maybe it was just plain desire but one thing is for sure, i want another taste. same scenario, no glass is required, just better timing and i am there.