2011

So I really have nothing new or interesting to say, right now I am hangin in an RV in a mountain setting, basically avoiding the assholes on amateur night. There is a bonfire outside, an extra pack of Reds in the Carhart and I am pretty much hunkered down for the next day or so.

The return back to work looms in the next few days but I am fortunate to have a job that feels like play, and we got some pretty cool projects waiting for us and a real nice clientele list being built. For instance I spotted two of our customers on national television tonight. No, not a fluke but we have several coaches and what not that frequent us.

So 2011 had its ups and downs but I am not a "Fuck 2011" guy, it seems to be a popular bandwagon to jump on. So yeah....another year, a few less hairs, a few more dollars. I got married, so that's a big deal I spose. The dog is losing her young-ness, meaning I now have to mostly lift her up into the truck for her beloved "rides" We were both pretty sad the day we discovered she could no longer "load up"

So there seems to be quite a few phrases in quotation marks here. Maybe we should move on.....Here's to Marlboro Reds on special occasions like tonight, more coffee than necessary, regular workouts in an old school gym with my work boots and blue jeans and old school most anything.

Absolute Body Control from soonaspossible on Vimeo.

Here's a snapshot of my previous life, and here's to another year

Ink

Man I gotta get a good reliable tattoo artists ans put him on retainer. I walked into a tat shop tonight here in Ohio, there was a picture in a collage I had remembered from being in said same shop last year. Said picture had been swirling in my head all year.

Of course the artist I spoke with last year was not available this year, tattoo artists tend to get changed like bed sheets in a lot of parlors. This seasons artist was kind enough to work something up for me but.....liquor on his breath, unwillingness to allow me to work in my own ideas. Its a fucking tattoo man....it's only gonna live with me till after i'm dead! (I only had to learn that once)

Anyhow.....I need to go see Robbie and get something worked out, from here out Robbie is my tattoo artist, I spose he should know this, if you never been to 1873 Tattoo....well.....you should. Tell him Some Guy sent ya too. In the meantime I'm gonna go sketch some shit.

Errr....Uh

Because we haven't posted any new shit in a while

Because Will Oldham once told a heckler his face looks like an ass

Because I am typing this from the heart of my favorite small central Ohio town.

Because I need to keep this blog more updated more often.

Because



Christmas is over and I thought it was about time to give something back around here.

No....I'm not gettin all hippy dippy or nuttin....we will get a cool new gun or skull tattoo or something I promise

Disaster Master

I am real tired of all this new school skateboard shit. It became cool which somehow ends up being not so cool. Its not the same anymore, these kids (mostly) seem to be more about the lok, the style, then the actual skateboarding.

What happened to the days of K-Mart tennis shoes, you know...the plastic ones held together with that nylon thing-ee. yo could only try on one at a time and the other would flop around while you walked and shit.

DUANE PETERS!!! ...M.O.D from KA MO CIVILIZED on Vimeo.

thats some left over old school cool shit. It's cool because it is not trying to be cool. Get it

Jones N Johnson

I admit it, when I was a kid, (teens) I thought country was about the sappiest form of music out there. These days I get it. Country....real COUNTRY! Is bad ass. No before you go spoutin off about some Keith Urban or Taylor Swift or some shit sit back down, that shit comin out of Nashville with a recorded DJ spittin across every major market in N.America....that aint country (you can kiss my ass)

This shit right here, this is country, real true outlaw country. Jamey Johnson is one of the few modern artists that really get it, really get real country.



George Jones, Hank, Merle....that shit is country. when it comes to the new guys you got Jamey Johnson, that about it. Eric Church tried it but then went to radio, Dwight Yoakam is close and maybe a few others but likely we aint heard em cuz Nashville (whore) won't play 'em.

I recommend listening to this in a grungy garage with a coffee (black) and cigarette, or maybe behind the wheel of a straight drive four wheel drive sloppin through the mud, takin the back road to Cherokee cuz ya got an ounce or to of bam bam ready to cut up.

Fun Mobile

We got this for sale. We got shit to do mind you so this thing here is for sale, well....no this actual thing here in this video but one real similar. Its a real nice thing that you could go out and have a real nice time in. Think of all the things you could do in and out of this cool thing.

Anything with a VW logo must be cool right?

That is all for today in blog land, un less f course I decide to post another post on the blog, then that wont be all for today in blog land.

Once I end this post I will no longer be a blogger...until of course I post another blog post

Fuggin A

Some folks here asked me...how can you aspire to be a proffessional writer if'n we see typo's and stuff?

My answer....cuz that's what make s the blog you fool. If'n I had finished school like a good toy soldier maybe not. It was like the time I wrote a paper titled "Why AC/DC is the greatest hard rock band ever" The teacher totally muffed it was still opinion, gave me a fuggin F and a do-over. What the hell? They didn't teach prose at Ohio State? Are you kidding me?

so maybe we use words here like "fuggin" and "Aint" and "yins" but dude bro chill man. This thing here is for fun. Its about checking out the scene of "Bikes dogs guns and women" and in the meantime I pepper that salt with some musical flair, hot rods and other cool shit. If'n I wanted to write proper I may have finished school and sent resume's to the Post or the Times or some other bullshit corporate publication. I decided I would rather have fun than do that shit though.

Here is my English teacher from long ago. His writing changed my life

In the meantime pleas lighten the hell up wouldja? It's only prose.

Old Shit

If you ever looked at a biker and thought why, well this just might answer that. If it still doesn't then I doubt there is much left I can do to help you understand. Some folks just don't get two wheels, and well, I dont get folks who dont get it so that makes us even.

If you don't get it and are reading my blog then maybe you get dogs, guns, and women, or appreciate them, hell....even I don't get women, part of the mystery I spose. And by the way, if'n you ever run cross someone who doesn't get dogs, you know those weird folks who don't like dogs? Run the hell the other way, I never trust a person who doesn't like a dog. My dog is laying here on the floor next to me, best damn friend a guy could ask for.

A KIND OF PASSION, a tribute to classic motorcycles and the people who love them from Squadra Sutge on Vimeo.

Zorlac stuff

Ok....so this guy pretty much rips it right here. Pretty good style for Zorlac. Hard and fast with no apologies. Whadda ya think.

Kids got my vote

Hot Rods and Skateboards.

I spose a whole novel could be wrote about the movement of skaters to hotrods, motorcycles and all those good things that make life worth while. Or maybe not the movement to but the addition of.

Interesting parallel none the less.

Bottrop Kustom Kulture 2011 from The Pixeleye on Vimeo.

We gotta start making our own videos for this blog thing

Mind spinning

Well.....here is pretty much where my thoughts are today.

Acoustic Bad Religion

This is different fun and cool, from what I can gather this is from 1983?!?!

Sit back and listen

FCS FOOTBALL

It's been some time since we had a post about pigskin here and since we have come smack into my favorite time of football season....NO...not the BCS Bowl Bids (SHAM) No...not the Heisman (Ehh) What I am talking about is FCS playoffs. You know the weird teams that play FBS schools as a tune up and make a million bucks or so to go get the snot whooped out of em. Yeah, I always root for the FCS teams in those games and LOVE seein the upset once or twice a year.

Anyhow, tonight one of my favorite FCS schools was on the national TV stage. The Montana Grizzlies vs the University of Northern Iowa Panthers. Griz trailed 7-0 in the first quarter then came out to a 48-3 scoring smack down! That's how ya make a statement.

Washington-Grizzly stadium is likely one of the coolest venues I have ever laid TV eyes on and it is a bucket list item to one day see a game in this hollowed ground.

Now it is possible that the Griz could meet up with GASO (Georgia Southern) the last remaining SoCon team which is possible where my allegiance should lie bein's how I am a WCU guy and should remain conference loyal but.....The Griz has my attention

Sex ED

Listen up kiddo's HEre is all you will ever need to know about sex, the dangers of drugs and music all in one easy quick blog post from your favorite Uncle D.

We aint gonna do this again

Still sleeping

Maybe it is what they call sleep inertia, or the collective dream or nightmare. Dunno

I sure am sleepy this morning. Real sleepy

Dirty Biker Chick

Just cause we need to stick with a theme, everyone needs a theme

Futurebirds, The

Not sure where I stand with these guys...we saw them open for Lucero this past weekend in Knoxville. On one hand the harmony and composition were excellent. On the other hand I was left standing there thinking I had heard them before.

HMMM.....you decide, or not. If it helps at all we saw the lead singer at the Merch table after the show and he seemed more than grateful to be there selling t-shirts and speaking to the fans

Yes, in concert the drummer has more than an empty bucket but this seems a pretty good glimpse, and yes....I know this is a cover tune

SR400

I really like this. Done a real fine job of showing the heart and soul of a motorcycle

Good Work

Back again

We are gonna try some different things here, some old that I have attempted before. (Like not use the non-word"TRY" Yeah Yoda pretty much rocks.

Our traffic count may drop for a while til we figure a new marketing strategy.....(I permanently deleted my Face Book account tonight.

I am also gonna get more real about some shit.....Marriage, life, work.....the dog...the gym. Writing. The things that matter in this life. The things that legacies are made of.

In essence.....I'm gonna go on with my bad self.

One thing I plan to do is listen to better music. Better living through art I always say

Black Friday

I don't get it....up before the sun to buy a bunch of stuff you didn't really need anyhow? I dunno..gets me. But then again my interests don't stray much further than the title of this blog. I did get to watch some football today though. And as I type this the "Backyard Brawl" is streaming on another open window. Could be the end of a few rivalry's with conference re-alignment.

Anyhow. Yes we were open today and though our clientele is not typical of the mall walkers and Best Buy campers we did do quite a few transactions today. and in the spirit of Black Friday I was throwing out some deals. Damn skippy. We had a few laughs and stories to tell of Black friday madness. I mean c'mon people, y'all are gonna line jump then knock a motherfucker out? For a fucking TV?!?! Get real asshole. If you did this shit to my family you would be sure to have a very un-happy holiday.

Here's a good pic for Black Friday

Horton who?....

Yeah, the wife and I watched this...right after True Grit. We rented that for a dollar a week at the local library. I was disappointed with it despite being a long time Jeff Bridges fan.

But if you missed this....muted commercials and all.....you missed out on lyrical and artistic genius. I am assuming that my audience with kids likely already saw this. I am also assuming I left behind my promise for this blog by posting this but what the hell.

Now go get in bed for Black Friday

Thinking

Yeah, I am taking a couple days off work. Wednesday we are usually closed anyhoo, and of course tomorrow the whole country is busy with Turkey and what not. Damn.....Turkeys.

Yes, I slept in, walked the dog, hit up Food Lion before all the soccer moms had there chance and now the wife is cooking some trout for lunch. I am a pretty lucky dude.

Gets me thinking though. Yesterday this blog had a record 376 hits. What the...? we barely had 600 all last month? Traffic sources have it coming on from all over the place and not the usual Facebook links. Maybe I landed on some SEO keyword by accident...who knows.

Not sure why so many folks want to read about my life and the non-sensical things I do. I guess in my opinion I do have a pretty cool life. I did do my best to carve it that way and even though there is plenty of dues to pay to create such a way of life, and the bookwork sucks regardless....damn....this shit is cool.

I got me a good lady, a bad ass dog, some cool rides in the driveway, good neighbors and a mountain view. My workday mostly consists of playing with toys and we are planning to shoot down to the beach for Christmas.

Not bad for a white boy huh?

Maybe the music doesn't fit the post to well but I like these guys, not as good as some but more than most. and oh yeah....Currington still sucks, I think he may be raking my leaves next week

Hunter hunted

I wont attempt to fill Hunter's shoes. Not that I don't think they would fit or nothing. Only that my writing has been un-inspired at best lately. try as I may to keep bloggin. prose. Kerouac style. it is my name that has been wore out, spit on, forsaken and left for dead.

I am the mellow muffin man. I am the better of the last. I am the trees, sky wind and asphalt.

Iam

Well then

Not sure if permission to work all morning and watch the last WCU football game all afternoon despite previous plans with the wife is a good or bad thing. I was honest in letting her know that a Toy Run with a bunch of other folks was not really my cup of tea.

I did get the use of a pretty bitchin Camaro for the run though, seeins how the Cadillac is now having tranny issues. could be worth old dudes in Santa hats for the sake of sportin that green lil bugger

Yeah...I know I claimed to be posting a lil' more deeper than this but ehhh. Im feeling shallow tonight. Like blow the family off for motorcycles and FCS football shallow.

OK, maybe I do the toy Run thing-ee but with Cadillac tranny issues its got me thinking.

India.

I thought maybe this blog should get a little more real for a while, a little less smart ass and a little more doing something to make the world better. Maybe a charity or some shit I don't know. the wife does want me to shine the Cadillac for Toys for Tots this weekend, a big red bow on the grill and shit. I dunno.....she doesn't ask much but that typically aint my scene. We do have our logo on the t-shirt so a part of me feels like we did our part. We stroked a check and a local kid gets a better Christmas because of it. Not that I need a pat on the back or nothing, just doing our part. Local business should give some back to the locals I firmly believe.

Now if I had the choice I would like to go to India. Lots of two wheeled scoots over there and apparently the self propelled 4 wheel click clack is catching on. Indians seem to wear poverty better than Americans but what do I know, I have heard of some shit dropping down over there too. I was blessed with a chillum and Ganges water from The Dude once though.

Here's ta fuckin!

India : Oxelo Skateboards from GuilhemMACHENAUD.com on Vimeo.

My Child Hood

My early teens were peppered with nothing more than skateboards and skateboards. It was my daily thought, my daily ambition, affliction and addiction. God I loved the sound of urethane clicking along on pavement.

About 16 my life turned to booze, drugs and girls and the skateboards moved to the back of the closet. I imagine if E-Bay had come along yet those same boards would have been posted on there for sale. the boards I once loved. Sooner rather than later I moved on , or rather sold out, to become a person I knew deep inside I never was.

Drug addiction and other mental health issues had taken me over and I self medicated on a daily basis for many years to come. I won't go into the whole long and tear filled story right here but I do know that these two men were at the forefront of ones I once looked up to. Read about in magazines, watched on VHS and traveled many a mile to witness in contests and demo's.

funny how life works out at times. Though they may have a different slant on there Higher Power it is still the same 360 air.

Thanks Lance, Thanks Christian. I once again admire you.

Dogs and Women

We really need to get back to the basics here. Yes we got some music for you die hards but I been slack on the content I must admit. Nary a dog or woman here for a while, and for this I do apologize.

Love you all.

Keep checking in

A NEW CAR!!!

I always heard that phrase from Rowdy Rod or whatever the hell his name was on The Price is Right. Early bob Barker era...I musta watched that show a thousand times with my granny back in the day. Otherwise known to her as "my show" None of the cars they ever gave away were ever quite this cool if memory serves, and I later recall finding out that folks had to pay tax, destination and a whole host of other bullshit if they actually wanted the car they won.

The wife and I been car shopping lately, mostly looking for that cool thing on Craigslist that doesn't exist on the car lot. It will primarily be her car so I am mostly keeping my mouth shut, only commenting on what i like and not much on what I don't. I do imagine though I will get to drive it from time to time so I am doing my best to steer her clear of the chickmobile or any other thing I might be embaressed behind the wheel of.

Not sure she would go for this but it would be high on my own list

Something

To brighten your day.....like some daisies or some other shit. This oughta be good

Just what we need on an overcast day. Jimi was like none other so don't even try mister Slash.

My Mood

Yeah...that about sums it up.

I'd rather not talk about it either and please don't try and save me. I really can't deal with that right now. When a wrench is spinning all seems right though

Fire Walking

I really have nothing cool strange or foreboding to say tonight. I got to thinking about this move earlier today while watching the rain. Standing at the bay door, coffee and cigarette drifting in the cool autumn breeze thinking of David Lynch genius, (he is a genius in my book)

This movie had more of an effect on my young life than I realized till later.

Sylva might have some Twin Peaks shit going on, plenty of insanity, motorcycles and bored teenage kids running around. Home of the ultra wealthy and dirt floor poor. We are a bit further from Canada though.

Green is it's color

Monsters

This may have been a little more fitting pre-Halloween but what the hell huh? It is still bad ass as all git out and if you don't think so your prolly some little pansy anyhow.

I mean fo real....your gonna listen to some Hollywood wanna be bullshit when your old SounDesign stereo could be spinnin some Monsters???? REALLY

If you don't dig this you suck and should pay me to rake my leaves. Go back to the burbs you puke

Woe is me.....

It all began with the morning alarm clock....woe is me

I never really thought of it as funny, humorous or even slighlty amusing for that matter however some things just keep on keepin on. Good thing for the snow beans and gummy bears.

IT is Halloween you know and with Haloween comes the entry of Thanksgiving time which could only mean the holidays are right around the corner. All I can really think of is the truth is always so much easier to swallow than fiction.

I hope all this makes sense, black coffee and cigarettes suffice once again. The beach would be nice right now.

2012

I just couldn't help myself. If anyone can honestly say there is a better candidate speak now.

This is the last best hope for America

pIGS IN zEN

Somehow this song popped into my head so might as well U Boob it huh??

Hold on a minute, everyone knows Pigs, who remembers Mudhoney? These guys really set off this thing. Lets listen to 'em for a bit. If you missed
Mudhoney you just fucking missed out....

What will yo do.

I been pretty stoked lately come to think of it. Life is pretty much bad ass right now. Good livin, good lovin. I could go on and on and on.

Bad Ass

Some Things....

Some things don't last long enough, or maybe they sit and wait for the perfect time to disappear. no matter what happens in this life in hindsight it is always for the better. Always.

These guys were a hit here in the mountains a few years back. It kind of bit 'em in the ass I 'spose. Too big too quick all was said and done and next thing I knew I was son of a sober son of a bitch.

fuck off Hollywood, this is North Carolina, this is mountain and this is our local rock and roll. I miss seeing these guys, was always a good show, always a good crowd and the PBR used to just roll right away. Yeah they have done a reunion here and there but that just aint the same.

Looking back though it is for the best.

That sums it up

I am actually in a pretty good mood, however I get a sick satisfaction from this

Willie, Waylon and Me

Thanks be to Tim for the Willie Nelson hookup tonight. Fine show....damn fine show. Likely the best country music show I have ever had the privilege of attending.

Willie is a true American Icon, and what's not to love about an over sized Texas flag hanging behind him throughout the show. and autographed a hell of a lot of ticket stubs, posters, hats....even a damn boot.

thank you Willie, thank you Family....Thank You

Looks like we already got an upload

Late night

Yeah, it's now 1;10, AM that is

I sit awake and think. Check tonight's scores, nice to see the UAB Blazers finally got a win, looking at there schedule they should be able to bag one or two more before the end of the year.

Took a trip to Asheville yesteday and stopped into Amazing Savings. I remember the place being much more Amazing in past visits though I did get a hell of a deal on Wheaties

start this off

Something real hardcore like to get this thing going.

Looks like I got last minute tix to see Willie Nelson this weekend but we will do a country music week later down the road.

I had a Pushead tshirt back in the day, that was pretty cool

In fact it was the hand artwork like above.

Septic Death is likely the hardest of the hardcore. Real bad ass expelled from high school type shit

Goldwing tires

Love that shit, gettin' older, a little more gravel a little less snowflake.

Far gone away and here i am again, looking like folks are able to see more of my scalp. I am beginning to see where older folks give a fuck less about dressing hip, fashionable or cool but why the hell don't more folks give a shit about putting together there own style. I mean style is not s'posed to be something from a magazine. Style is s'posed to be what you create for yourself, it should define you.

Lyle Lovett has done that, I still wonder why so many folks just crawl out of rocks though, could give a shit, I really do wonder these things. People are weird

Music

Back again

Summer winding down and we are back here for the fall. If you have read this then you know just how inconsistent this blog tends to be. OK. Now it looks like I am part of or an Admin for three of these things. Maybe I should use them for something a little more productive.

Lucero is coming to Knoxville soon. One thing about living here in Hee Haw land is that good music...I mean really fucking good music can be a little hard to come by. You gotta travel and Knoxville is well over 100 miles. May ot seem like alot but for you city folk think of having to go over 100 clicks to see a decent show. Asheville which is about an hour a way has mostly pussed out and been sold to the highest bidder, can't remember the last time a full on underground show really caught my attention.

I know I have posted these guys plenty but they truly are a hidden national treasure. Eat balls Nashville, this is some real shit from Memphis.

The Casino???

Really can think of a better place to see Merle. He and Kris are sure to tear it up this coming Sunday.

God Bless the Hag

Well I had to post something right?

touch

So I am just about to reach out. Like in the old days when Bell Telephones had that slogan about reaching out and touching someone. I think the P.C Police may have put an end to that. Or maybe there was to much snickering around the water cooler after some executive did just that to his young secretary. Whatever it was I recall being just a young'n and knowing something was wrong with that ad campaign.

What I am about to do though is make a phone call after a prayer and meditation. Something to move us closer to the fullfillment of our dreams

Yeah.....u wish u knew how to rant, it is way more common than a rave, @ least on Craigslist anyhow.

Forget the solid toilet that sat on the floor, forget the nose that left your mind for more. just forget the memory that made you blue

Yeah we got more Waylon, you gotta problem with Waylon??? Didnt think so.

REZ-ERECTION

No....not like that you fucking perv. All I am talking baout is the business is already hoppin for the year, First of February and laready I am unable to keep up with the work coming in.

It does point to the lazy bastards of the world though. The broken promises and the un-sold dreams. Get better get worse get real get sober. I know of no better way to get it all done. Has been the best 5 damn years of my life and all I need to know is the truth of what the reality is.

I sunk into to the morph last night. Its off to your side you know

fuck u keybard

Sometimes while typing on this fucked up for now laptop the cursor just wants to jump all over the damn place. Makes me watch the screen, not the letters I am poking @. Now that I am blogging about it would appear it wants not to do what I am talking about. HUH. OK so the blog will do its best to stay resurected, my swearing off facebook may make it more difficult to retain a following, we were getting over 100 hits a day there for a while. People DO want to read these rants! HUH. OK A journal, a manifesto, a time to be the best I can be doing the best I can do. This is me

Hero's are for Zero's

ever have the dream turn n2 a nightmare.

I mean a true worldwide dont wanna do shit no more nightmare. Creepin crawlin movin slower to be done with the faster. Holy Sh#t!! what the hell happened! the dream is a nighthmare!

Pokus Hokus Yokus

If you never watched this ..... you should