UPDATE : for those who don't know or are too lazy to google it here is warren zevon doing the original.
10.31.2008
LAWYERS GUNS & MONEY
UPDATE : for those who don't know or are too lazy to google it here is warren zevon doing the original.
10.29.2008
POLADROID
10.26.2008
F'ING WORLD...WHY DO YOUR POLITICS SUCK?
it seems to me like what we are seeing more and more of the last desperate acts, of a dying man. the dying man, of course is the right wing institution and base. before i left the US all day on fox it was just bill ayers, acorn, bill ayers, acorn. the right wing pundits are doing everything they can to hammer home their message. i mean, lets be real here, just because someone is on the left does not make them a marxist, nor does it make them more prone to socialism. pundits are using socialism as a trigger word the way communist was used in the red scare. in the past 8 years the size and opacity of our government has greatly increased, and we recently injected billions of dollars into markets, banks, and companies in the US.
from wiki:
Socialism refers to a broad set of economic theories of social organization advocating public ownership and administration of the means of production.
like i mentioned we have paid money to the big three, and have bailed out failing financial institutions. the money that went into bailing out those institutions, is money that will eventually have to be paid off by future generations of america. i hesitate to say that because the US government has put so much money and now has controlling stakes in several institutions that it could be called public ownership. (see above) socialism? then i remembered that japan and china own our asses. whew, no socialism here! just a crumbling fiat currency and a prolongation of the boom bust cycle!
10.25.2008
TRAFFIC
Not only do you get to see the classic seventies style traffic logo at the beginning of this awesome video, but you get to rock out with vintage traffic. If you don't know this song, i suggest you listen 'til about the 2:30 mark. if you're not grooving then, i don't know if i can help you.
I think this lowspark and cup of coffee are gonna be the big push that gets me through my hangover.
10.23.2008
THE CAVE SINGERS
The Cave Singers - Oh Christine
The Cave Singers - After the First Baptism

The Cave Singers are from Seattle. They have a sort of Bob Dylan folksy flavor to them. Somewhere between old southern rock, folk, and newer indie stuff. The singer reaches a bit, à la Dylan. They have tambourines, great music, and great lyrics. Dig em.

10.21.2008
IT'S RAINING IN PARIS

JJ CALE IN SESSION @ PARADISE STUDIOS 1979 w/ LEON RUSSELL
01 - Intro - T-Bone Shuffle
02 - Nowhere To Run
03 - Cocaine
04 - Ten Easy Lessons
05 - Sensitive Kind
06 - Hands Off Her
07 - Louisiana
08 - Going Down
09 - Corine, Corina
10 - Roll On
11 - No Sweat
12 - Crazy Mama
13 - Fate Of A Fool
14 - Boilin' Pot
15 - After Midnight
16 - T-Bone Shuffle
17 - T-Bone Backwards
18 - Same Ole Blues
19 - Don't Cry Sister
20 - Set Your Soul Free
21 - T-Bone Backwards (2)
22 - Ten Easy Lessons - Credits
23 - Call Me The Breeze
24 - Ever Lovin' Woman
25 - Katy Kool Lady
26 - Lies
27 - Don't Wait
JJ Cale
1985-08-26
Humboldt County - Eureka, CA
Unknown source
Disc 1:
01. After Midnight - 2:15
02. Cajun Moon - 1:56
03. Drifter's Wife - 2:13
04. Clyde - 2:17
05. Humdinger - 2:29
06. Mama Don't - 4:25
07. Band Jam - 7:32
08. Blonde Headed Woman - 4:19
09. Ride Me High - 8:17
10. Band Jam - 7:56
11. Call me the Breeze (Cut) - 9:38
12. Band Jam - 11:19
13. Magnolia - 4:32
Disc 2:
01. Band Jam - 7:57
02. Since You Said Goodbye - 6:39
03. Bringin' it Back - 8:04
04. Band Jam - 6:58
05. Cocaine>Jam>Cocaine - 14:28
Disc 3:
01. Going Down - 9:56
02. Sensitive Kind - 7:00
03. Crazy Mama - 8:20
04. Don't Cry Sister - 5:59
05. Runaround - 9:20
06. Roll On - 7:07
10.20.2008
Things I ate at the Texas State Fair on Saturday
1 Fletcher's Corn Dog – (the greatest corndog on the planet).
1 Fletcher's Jalapeno Corn Dog
4 Tamales
2 Fried ribs
1 bowl of Beans and Cornbread
Salt and Vinegar fries
Jerk Chicken Wings and rice -
1 Deep fried Smores -
1 slice of Chicken Fried Bacon - (fucking nasty - my senses are haunted by this)
1 Deep Fried Grilled Cheese (cut into pieces) and they give you a cup of tomato soup to dunk it in - The fucking awesome.
10.18.2008
10.16.2008
LE FIGHT
The other night i got retarded drunk until around six in the morning. When i realized what time it was, i decided that i should bike up to Montmartre to watch the sunrise over Paris. (Why the fuck not?) Well I got to the steps of the Sacré Coeur and I was greeted by a band of kids that were kicking it by their black twingo listening to some bunk French rap. I rode by and one stopped me and asked if i had a cigarette. "Sorry guys I quit smoking a week ago," i replied. I thought they would be happy to hear that i had broken the chains of addiction, instead one just mocked me and told me "Good, be healthy, do some exercise and ride your ass out of here." At which point he pushed my bike in the same tender fashion a dad pushes his kid when they're just learning to ride a bike. I braked and told them that I was just here to watch the sunrise, and "je suis tranquille."
"Get the fuck out of here," the smallest one said as he ran towards me. (Napoleon complex?) This poor bastard got the brunt of it, i punched him in his face a few times and pulled off some sort of drunken judo maneuver where i used his momentum to throw him to the ground. His friend didn't like that too much and ran towards me, but i guess he was too afraid to punch, so he just kicked me from a distance with his lanky legs and knock off designer shoes. Maybe the little one was drunker than I was, because he was a terrible fighter, while i was being kicked, he got up and tried a running punch (crow-hop) but completely missed. I threw him anew to the ground. I looked up and saw a droopy faced guy with sad eyes (in retrospect these guys might have been ridiculously stoned) holding my bike over his head, swaying it back and forth so he could throw it at me. I mean, throw a bike? That doesn't even make sense. Finally one of their friends gets in the middle and tells them to back off, that i'm all alone, but the little one won't have it, and runs past him and punches me on the side of my ear. One of the pacifists of the crew gets my bike and stands it up, as if to offer a quick escape. When I saw this, I think I wrestled with the lanky kicker and the little one a bit longer, tried to get in as many punches as i could, and then hopped on my bike and rode away.
In classic 8 year old taunting style, I rode away and then slowed down telling them they were pussies and to fuck off. Two of them started running after me and I slowly pedaled off. As they got closer, I sped up, keeping myself and the bike just out of reach. They got tired and stopped, so I rode a bit farther, slowed down, and told them again to go fuck themselves. They ran after me again and I rode down the hill into the neighborhoods of Montmartre.
As I rode off I thought to myself that had the same thing happened to me in any other city in the world I would probably have received a proper beat down, followed by a shit kick, and wound up unconscious or in the hospital. But apparently the only thing the French thugs use their hands for is to fix their hair into faux hawks, put on their slim jeans and roll hash joints. They can talk and act the part but when it comes down to what makes ghetto kids scary : pure and wanton violence, these kids were laughable. Way to go France, even your thugs are effeminate.
10.13.2008
to the ranch!
Industrial society is roughly 250 years old: make the last ten thousand years equal to twenty-four hours, and we have been producing consumer goods and CO2 for only the last thirty-six minutes. Do the same for the past 1 million years of human evolution, and everything from the steam engine to the search engine fits into the past twenty-one seconds. If we are not careful, hunting and gathering will look like a far more successful strategy for survival than economic growth. The latter has changed so much about the earth and human societies in so little time that it makes more sense to be cautious than triumphant.
10.09.2008
10.08.2008
10.07.2008
Self Nicknaming is AWESOME!
...in Brazil, where politicians often adopt new names for elections, six candidates had taken the name Barack Obama. Other candidates called themselves Cattle Ana, Jeep Johnny, Big Charlie Knives, Jorge Bushi, Chico Bin Laden, DJ Saddam, King of the Cuckolds, and Kung Fu Fatty.
via Harpers... my italics
Man, you know the old addage about how you can't give yourself a nickname? Brazil politicians give a what. Jealous? Everyone is, I wonder if some people run, knowing they have no chance, but just want, for that shining moment to be called Ill Sticka, or Timmy Too Tall... but regardless, this list of brazilian politicians nicknames would make the sickest neighborhood gang introduction ever.
"yeah yeah, thats my boy jeep johnny, his big cousin charlie knives (don't fuck with him, he won't fuck with you), and my main man, kung fu fatty."
10.06.2008
meh...
The US is deeply in debt and getting more so everyday.
Welcome to the thunderdome.
money as debt.
credit default swaps, commercial paper market, & perspectives on the bailout (required listening)
jim cramer of mad money fame is nervous
10.05.2008
NOLA
Shouldn't You?
The Meters - Handclapping Song
The Meters - Soul Island (Live)
10.03.2008
A Cross the Universe
OH SHIT! this looks pretty wild, hopefully it goes beyond the usual band-roadtrip movie. the trailer seemed to have a pretty healthy titty to blood and music to alcohol ratio, so everything checks out there. EdBanger continue to show their business savvy.
time is going by really really.....
the reporters reaction to the story is priceless. classic post-pot paranoia









