Unknown Heavyweight Contender.

Remember Bio-Hazard, not the media bullshit hype, the band? Some of you vaguely maybe. I already told you, I like things other folks know little about. I like originality over familiarity. Give me a new something rather than the same old tired piece of radio. If you were on the outside of the extreme sports world, before it was called extreme sports you likely never heard of BeoWulf. The whole Venice connection somehow was overshadowed by the Godfather, Suicidal Tendencies. This was before rap and hip-hop took over skateboarding, 'crossover' was likely yet to be coined and no one gave a good god-damned monkeys arm pit about your fucking cd player. MP3 wasnt even known and your cassette deck was better than FM.

BeoWulf was pure aggression, pure channeled anger, pure fucking metal. It was written because it was, not because it was marketed and then produced. It was badass, it was hard, it was real. It was better than anything you never fucking heard. New school kids wish they had heard this before they bought the black album.

I wish I could find my creepers and white tube socks about now.

Knife the Milk,

OK, so I admit it, I go on tangents, rants, raves, and kicks. Yesterday I am beltin' the Merle Haggard or some other hillbilly, and today I am bringin' the cream cheese. Lowfat dairy, lactose tolerant goodness. I like bands and music most folk never heard of. I like original tunes. I like songs that make me feel my newness all over again, even though they maybe lost from 1990 somewhere.

Jason Lee likes Milk, his video helped me remind me of Milk. Milk is for listening, not for drinking. Science says humans should forgo cows milk and drink only human breast milk. Ladies....want some breast suckling bovine on your chest??

Milk.

Trans Am

I couldn't resist this post. I know its supposed to be a country music week but damn this here was hidden deep in the bowels of the internet.

If you ever have the chance to see these guys live I highly recommend it. No beer required.

Mississippi Squirrel Revival

This one goes out to Big Al McFarland at the request of his lovely daughter Kari. Get well soon, there's still plenty of roundball left to be coached!!

Hope this brings a smile to your face....if only for a few minutes. If this is what I can do to cheer up an otherwise glum situtation then I will play this song till the squirrels come home.

God Bless Ya!!

HOSS!!

Here's an old classic, yes....I like me some old classic country and no one could belt the tunes like ol' Waylon, God rest his soul.

A song about a dog about a woman. I bet the guy he is singin' of doesn't ride a motorcycle, probably drives a rusty ol' Chevy short bed with a backyard rebuild, I bet he carries a handgun in the glove box though.

9 letter word

Well...it occured to me just now that we been a lil dog and gun scarce lately. So whats a blogger to do but Google some "dogs with guns pics"

The dog on the floor....first cousin to the wife of a very good long time friend of mine. That's like only thrice removed from a Hollywood celebrity.





Hey....never once did I mention what type of dogs, nor any of it. Maybe next time will be a transvestite riding a tandem Schwinn with a water pistol and a pimp.

Gamblin' House

Some of you who are close to me may know that today is my 4th anniversary of a life now lived clean and sober. I knew to get my arse to a good meeting tonight and pick up a chip, and to my surprise a chip was a coin that a good ol' boy named Jack passed along to me. Not only that the chairperson had no lead (speaker) lined up for this meeting and just a few moments before the meeting was to begin I was asked to speak.

Not being one wanting to turn down service work and being my anniversary I kindly responded with a yes. And it all goes to show that the perception of two men is never the same. As always when speaking I had trouble with eye contact and that was fine. Though all the while, and now looking back, through my quick and silent prayers H.P carried me through. I do believe I was truly outside of my body during my talk, like I was standing behind myself watching my other (higher) self speak to a room of near 30 people.

I had an excellent response, was asked to lead again in July and in turn was able to take out a nice little insurance policy for myself, a policy that helps me insure immunity from intoxication, inebriation and incarceration.

I leave you with quite possibly one of my favorite singer songwriters of all time, Malcomb Holcombe. I have had the privilege of meeting Malcolm on several occasions and he told me something once I will never forget. "A minute a second a breath at a time if that's what it takes." Here is Malcolmb at the Grey Eagle in Asheville NC. A legendary musician in a classic venue in a strange little city.

God Bless.