The Mighty Back-Catalog o' Tunes

I've been working through some old music to re-activate neurons that I might need someday in the future, and a couple of 'em just plain stupefy me.

It couldn't have been that complicated, since I wrote the damn bass line, but this one is really tearin' me up:

Red Cloud - Love, It's Not Working (Live 3/5/2004)

Seriously, though, sometimes it feels like I'm learning someone else's stuff. That was one hell of a band, back in the day, even if it feels like I'm talkin' bout someone else, now.

1372 Overton Park full album stream by Lucero @ ARTISTdirect.com

1372 Overton Park full album stream by Lucero @ ARTISTdirect.com

I don't know if I like it quite as much as them playing our equipment; drunk as hell at Monkey Mania for one of those after-hours deals. That was a fun show/party.

I really don't dig the horns on this recording. I generally like horns, but it feels like it loses something, like some of those super-produced Who records. NMH did horns right.

Lost And Found Two

I've been going through my milk crates full of tapes, looking for some very specific recordings of my first band. So far, I've had no luck.

I did find a lot of music that really was life-changing when I was an alterna-teen (actually some of it predated that phase). One that I found was really great for me circa late 1989: Death's Scream Bloody Gore. I always thought that the lyrics on "Zombie Ritual" were really silly, but Chuck Schuldiner was a great player (RIP), and to a 14-year-old kid, it was cool:



And tonight, I'm going to a folk show....unbelievable.

Interesting--The Coming of Jeebus Smells Like Burning Steel

I've never been able to nail down what smells like burning steel, but I've got it at last. It's just like the plastic Advent wreath we had as well as the required candles. I find it very odd that I'm associating burning steel with the holiday season, but whatev...

A List.

I was talking with Ross yesterday about the show on Friday night at the art museum. He got on the topic of unconventional venues. We reminisced about the notorious Chinese restaurant show, the steakhouse show and others. I was motivated to create a list of places I've played. Some of 'em require a proper name, which I'll edit once I do the research (I'm sure that someone knows the names of the places). I counted 41 venues. Unfortunately, most of 'em are in Colorado--I think that it's time to take this show on the road. It's boring to play the same place over and over.

Venue	City, State
15th Street Tavern	Denver, CO
3 Kings Tavern	Denver, CO
Aggie Theater	Fort Collins, CO
American Legion Hall	Ventura, CA
Atomic Cantina	Albuquerque, NM
Bender's Tavern	Denver, CO
Blue Mule	Denver, CO
Bluebird Theater	Denver, CO
Cervantes Ballroom	Denver, CO
Climax Lounge	Denver, CO
Club 156	Boulder, CO
Club 404	Denver, CO
Denver Art Museum	Denver, CO
D-Note	Arvada, CO
Emerald Lounge	Phoenix, AZ
Falcon	Englewood, CO
Gothic Theater	Englewood, CO
Hi-Dive	Denver, CO
Hipster Youth Halfway House	Denver, CO
K's China Bistro	Boulder, CO
Larimer Lounge	Denver, CO
Linoleum	Denver, CO
Lion's Lair	Denver, CO
Lost Lake	Denver, CO
Meadowlark	Denver, CO
Moe's BBQ	Englewood, CO
Monkey Mania Northside	Denver, CO
Ogden Theater	Denver, CO
Oriental Theater	Denver, CO
Pancho's Villa	Denver, CO
Penny Lane	Boulder, CO
Red Rocks Amphitheatre	Morrison, CO
Revoluciones	Denver, CO
Rosary Room	San Diego, CA
some coffee house	Casper, WY
some coffee house/head shop	Provo, UT
some pottery studio	Grand Junction, CO
some theater	Colorado Springs, CO
Starlight	Fort Collins, CO
Starz Film Center	Denver, CO
Surfside 7	Fort Collins, CO
Tarshack	Denver, CO

Embarrassing.

Really. This is the version that exposed me to this song:



I prefer Willie's version, though (lame fan video):



Oddly, the song was in the record "collection" of the 'rents, but I never gravitated to this song, until I heard the Elvis version (Buble does a good version, too--hokey documentary footage to ensue):

For Linda Ruth

I heart talking birds. At my first job, we had a lame-winged raven, who was named Edgar. He could totally talk some smack. When I was a little boy, I was around several Mynah Birds, and they're my favorites, still. I had a one-legged parakeet that I named "Batman," after my miscarried sibling (which I named?!? that's some fucked up shit). I never had a conversation with either of the Batmen. They both died within a couple of months of each other. My early childhood was a sad sad affair, it seems.

Anyhow, talking birds are way better than some stupid cat.

Some clippage:

Metal Rules

John "Fuckin'" Nichols would back me up on that title...

I had this on cassette and the tape got a twist. The funny thing about fuckin' Cacophony is that, besides the reverb on the drums being backwards, you can't even tell that it's flipped, especially if you're really high after the ice-bong-o-rama.

The Ninja--hells yeah, bitches:



Those posed shots really show off their beautiful hair. Really beautiful hair, man. But, where are those whacky Carvin guitars?!?

Apparently, fuckin' Cacophony made it into fuckin' Guitar Hero II with this sweep-picking masterpiece. I'm sort of striving for for of those pretty counterpoint things, lately. This one will make my non-metal readers' heads explode:

For Linda Ruth...

or others that aren't so into the Poison video-o-rama....

My Brother, Dr. E-dogg, was totally into the Poison. Our father trasheed all of those records because of the 'sex on the beach' from the 'open up and say ahh' record. Anyhow....here's the shit from él señor de amor a la roca:

Actually...it's all about 'talk nerdy to me,' LINDA. Think that I require a lime-green B.C. Warlock, really:




Indeed, I require a Warlock (and lots of cocaine);...is that the RATT or Randall sound?!? Priceless '80s video (love the Newman-lookin' father):



Overcasters require more choreography; certainly for the videos. 'F'J.N. certainly has enough banjos to pull off nonsense such as this:



Classic...I require some crazy brunette groupie (I love 12-string anything):

Autumn Memories

The air reminds me of one of my fondest memories circa September 1977:

My very very pregnant mother stuck me on the back of her blue Columbia 3-speed (without a helmet). We rode to an open space (a park) at the end of our 'hood (Mom used to drag me around on her bike before she had two of us to haul around--the Columbia was replaced by a 1966 Malibu without seat belts--a bad ass car, really). I played (unsuccessfully, fell on my resilient face) on some sort of playground equipment (a jungle gym). There were children playing all around (annoying). I was thrilled to be hanging out with my mom. She had purchased a kite, a Gayla Baby Bat (dig that image from the package) . We assembled it on a big pink blanket that my mother had brought along. I couldn't run fast enough to make the kite fly. Just when I was about to give up, the wind picked up, and the kite soared high above us. We sat on the blanket. The kite tugged at my little hands.

I was happy. Please forgive the puerile writting style on this one. It's almost like a dream to me.
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Now playing: The Angels of Light - The Man with the Silver Tongue