Blog: Bleedin Out

Some thoughts on the Paul McCartney concert I was at last nite. It’s Paul fucking McCartney! Nuff said Paul played guitar and piano much more than he did bass. His back-up band has been playing with him for more years than the Beatles were together! He brought out several chestnuts never before played on tour: “Lovely Rita”, “Being For The Benefit of Mr. Kite”, Your Mother Should [...]

Lately, life has seemed like one big Escher painting. Every time I take a step up, it leads down. And vice-versa. Or something. I basically closed off all social and anti-social media for the past few weeks to catch up on work and OMFUG. I am also sorta going back to school. Coursera offers college courses for free. It's part of the MOOC ( aka Massive Open Online Course ) concept, you take the same course as you would at a University, complete with tests and a [...]

This represents the longest gap I have had since I started this blog int he late 1940's (or something). One thing piles on top of another, and pretty soon yer under a mountain. Assorted weirdness has happened in the interim some good, alot bad and some just plain bizarre. I hope to spin some tales of some of this ... in the meantime, I think this song sums things up rather efficiently...

I wanna be Dave Grohl. Fucker gets to play with everyone from Led Zep to Lee Ving. Here's the Foo Fighters dressing up as Rush circa 1978 (last nite at the rock n roll hof)- dig the white robes: and Keith ( aka Johnny Bob Goldstein ) Morris and the other guys (Chuck Dukowski, Dez Cadena, Bill Stevenson and the Descendents' Steven Edgerton) restoring my preferred era of Black Flag launched their tour: and of course the Ozzy led Black Sabbath just released their [...]

As much as you mofo's in the UK are celebrating The Grand Dame's demise, it means jack shit to me. Guess what- in the Olympics of asshole rulers of the free world (1980-2013 division), she doesn't even win the bronze. Here in the States alone we've had Reagan and Dubya. You're guyz have had Blair. Maggie ain't squeezin' into that triad. So she invaded an island full of Penguins? Hell, at least she didn't go toe to toe with the Russkies or an entire religion! Besides, think of all the great songs that you [...]

Wandering around the Interwebs last nite and I went to archive.org , which is the coolest site in the universe for public domain stuff and an example of the cyber-world being all grok -riffic. So, I spent 90 minutes with the BBC broadcast of Orwell's 1984 (not to be confused with Van Halen's 1984 ) This version is extremely low budget (geez- it was made in 1954) and probably the closest thing to a literal tranlation of the source as we'll ever get.You can see it embedded [...]

Yeah, that's the name of the band. Star Fucking Hipsters . Apparently, I missed the boat on them. According to Wikipedia , they were a Punk Rock "supergroup" of alot of NYC gutter punk bands. Sorta a combo of So-Cal "surf" guitar ala Agent Orange and also the Fat Wrechords bands, punk rawk, hardcore and ska plus trade-offs of guy and gal vox like X (though these guyz are much more shrill and hardcore). Great fucking lyrics and really enjoyable toonage. Alot of people like the band Fucked Up [...]

2 weeks, and I still got the rumble in my chest and general malaise. So, fuck all that and it's Cramps time. Masters of pyschobilly and quite possibly the greatest live band of all time. And... curators and revivalists of the sickest and most twisted songs the universe! Who else would perform at a mental hospital? Many times o'er the years have I witnessed Mssrs Interior (rip) and Rorshach tearing up stages. Fave memories? High on [...]

It started Saturday- body aching and a slight cough. No big deal, but a harbinger of things to come. By Sunday nite I was feeling as dead as Hugo Chavez's dick. Barely made it thru the Walking Dead and I'm pretty sure I looked just like one of those Zombies. So by Monday morn, I was in full fledged ill mode. I had to go to a meeting and after I drove 25 miles in rush hour traffic, I get a call on my cell from the guy I was supposed to meet, cancelling the meeting. [...]

Handsome Dick Manitoba recommends Palmyra Delran . And that should be enough for anyone! Palmyra’s new album: You Are What You Absorb was released today and true to its title, the music reflects what she musta absorbed from her rekkid player. Back in the 90’s, she used to be in some retro garage band called The Friggs . I was pretty wasted during the 90’s and don’t remember much of the decade. Oops. [...]

Ah, what could be nicer than to see bouncin' Bobby Mould - all happy, hale and hearty 31 years after I first saw him with Husker Du. I wuz at the 2nd of the 2 nite stand at The Bowery Ballroom to see Mr. Sunshine. In the last coupl'a years, he's released a fine auto-bio , recorded his best lp since Workbook and apparently shed alot of self-hatred. It was extremely easy to slice through the crowd in about 30 [...]

Damn straight muthafucka's! A blast from the past Isley Brothers [...]

ADRENALIN OD'S classic "Paul's Not Home" has just been covered by Jack White (he of the 70 or 80 different bands he's in) and Gibby Haynes (Butthole Surfers). My love for AOD goes back to the nascent 80's and seeing them at CBGB's on Xmas eve. After the show, we tried to get into Midnite Mass at St Patrick's Cathedral and were refused entry (I guess they frowned upon non Xtians dressed in MC jackets and combat boots). AOD were a great and [...]

• Third Man Records - GIBBY HAYNES - Paul's Not Home (Full)

I had the opportunity to get tickets for the big Foo Fighters " Sound City " gig in NYC next week. For the princely sum of $100- a chance to see Dave Grohl & company back up such legends as Lee Ving, Rick Nielson, John Fogarty, Stevie Nicks and Rick Springfield (Rick Springfield?????). I did a little research and found out it was a 3 1/2 show- in a large facility that is standing room only. I've been to the place (Hammerstein Ballroom) before- and they pack em in like sardines. That, and a guaranteed hour long line [...]

We don't need no water— Let the motherfucker burn! Burn, motherfucker, burn!

My very own Dr. Benway upped my meds to a level that has made me alternate between being unable to think and being able to think too much. He's also made me promise to limit myself to a couple of drinks a week and no other "funny stuff" until my brain chemistry stabilizes. As a result, my creative muse has done flown the coop and I am spinning in and out of elevated/depressed mental states. Big fun. Certainly, my body detoxing is not helping me in my current psyche; nor is the winter gloom. [...]

When things end, they end with a whimper AND a bang. Scorched fucking earth. I'm sitting in a hotel room out in the wilderness thinking about Willie Loman and trying to figure out what to wrap my belt around that will support my weight. Unfortunately, modern hotel rooms have no rafters, so I guess I'll see the morning. Absolution is out of the question It makes [...]

Apropos of nothing. I just got socked with Princess Nomad's Spring college invoice. I just paid over more money for that one semester than it cost me to go to school for five years (not including beer and dope of course). Holy crap- the price of University is absolutely absurd. AND... that's factoring in that the kid got about $25,000 in grants and aid. Luckily, the Princess is a great student (and most of the $$$$ she got in grants was due to her academics). I have no idea how parents who haven't been able to save and [...]

Found this on the interwebs- the story from Joey's brother Mickey Leigh: "One day we drove out to a little studio in Long Island to record a song I know Joey had been dreaming about since we were little kids, Gene Chandler’s “Duke of Earl.” He asked me to play guitar on it. The legendary ‘60s Brooklyn doo-wop band, The Mystics, backed us up. My brother’s love for the song, as well as the music of that era, poured out in his vocal. I love his version, and listen to [...]

Hoping everyone has a better 2013.