Wednesday, February 28, 2007



Whose demon is THAT?

Sometimes we just have to get down, get right on down in one's own kitchen, and face the demons... you know, pull the big foamy swords out and have it out with your ugly faced, venom spittin bad dudes that live inside your heart.

It's a nasty business, this living life to the fullest business... but we do what we have to.

Growin up ain't for sissies, and this vid ain't for the faint of heart...

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

I'm grouchy today. My parts hurt -- this one right here, the chest-rib section... and over there, the gullet bits... and in there, the back muscle complex -- and when my parts hurt I get grouchy. So there.

So here. I was recently surfing about and came across this and it reallt got my gumption because, well come on! we can all agree I think Jimi Hendrix was the greatest guitar player of all time, but there are so many fucked up things about this list that I don't even know where to begin.

No, wait, let's begin right here.






Django -- that dude, after a killer fire that didn't kill him, could only play with two fingers on his right hand and yet still wrote some of the most amazing licks that your or my sorry ears will ever hear -- oh yeah, but Jerry Fuckin Garcia (#13) was better than he was. Sure sure -- all that stupid strummity strummity truckin bullshit was righteous... COME ON!

And Woody Guthrie -- how about that punk rock dude? "This machine kills fascists" crazy wicked crooner of labout songs yes! But also the original man to pen "On top of old smokey", "The ABC Song" and innumerable (literally) others that made your and mine childhood's sing! Oh yeah, but The Edge (#24, 15 marks ahead opf Brian May for Chissakes!) who has admitted several times that he doesn't really know how to play, is clearly way better. WHATEVER! Je-sus!


And, how about this shit... where are all the women?






You know, Joan Jett, Auf Der Maur, Liona Boyd, etc etc etc...

Ugh. Not a wonder I'm sick.

Monday, February 19, 2007




Good times...

I have gone music buying mad. And let me tell you how good it feels... it feels, like totally good.

The beauty of being a musicphile is that it's really easy to get quality stuff relatively cheaply (by that I mean that I can buy a stack of CDs for the same amount of bones as what a wanker of a different ilk would spend on one Grammy Award winner...)

So, the booty for this weekend runs like a twisted narrative of my current existence. Read em and weep:

The Police - Ghost in the Machine
54-40 - Dear Dear
K-os - Atlantis
The Tragically Hip - Music @ work
The White Stripes - De Stijl
The RedHot Chili Peppers
Nirvana Unplugged
Hole
Smashing Pumpkins
Jon Spencer Blues Explosion

It's gonna be a groovy week from the looks of things.
A.

Friday, February 16, 2007



After so very long, I am back on, and so glad to be here.


There will be no update, it is in the present that we must live...

Here is one of the greatest and weirdest things I've seen in a long time. A sort of eclectic cross between Ze Frank and Hi Fidelity, Eric Hill has, in a bold move, decided to listen to all of his massive cd collection over the course of the next year. Although a seeming mundane thing to do -- I entreat you to listen closely, for surely there is no greater intellect amongst us when it comes to music.

I say again, listen closely -- the oracle will speak of music 300 out of the next 365 days. I for one will listen. Care to join me?