Mom vs. the WWII vet.....

As a child, my upbringing was far from terrible. Had a good home, good parents, and all that warm/fuzzy stuff. I did have certain complaints though. Growing up, around ages 7-10 or so, I used to go on little fishing trips with my grandfather. Nothing crazy, it wasn't something we'd get asked to do some discovery channel show about. We stuck to local lakes. As part of our supplies, gramps would make sandwiches to take along as many hours of sitting & watching a fishing pole make about as many movements as snookie makes positive contributions to our society were ahead of us and a hunger would be worked up. These weren't any ordinary sandwiches, they were peanut butter and butter sandwiches. I ate them, crust and all. Making a "no thanks" face and a shake of the head side to side was never an option in my mind and for good reason.
A little back round on the kind of guy gramps was. Born and raised in the late 20's/30s on farmland in Oklahoma, so right out the gate he wasn't going to be a how you say, Oprah or American Idol type audience member. He then went into the military and was one of the first soldiers to step foot on Guadalcanal. He took bullets and chunks of metal and I'm going to take a guess he did a lot more than that. So, that should make it easier to understand a little of how he might have been.
I soon started to notice after these trips that I was getting these same paper bagged bullshit bombs packed daily for school. I never said anything until years later, but immediately after opening I would give them a half ass toss into the middle of the road to watch on coming cars run straight over them. For whatever reason, I gained some sort of satisfaction out of doing so. I asked later on, "Why would you think those would even be a good idea?" My mom responded, "Your grandfather said you loved them, so I went with it." He caught metal in his flesh, probably got a bit of that gang green that would go around and saw blood fly like water out of a sprinkler on a hot summer's day. Now, I'm not saying my mom doesn't work hard or isn't someone who shouldn't be appreciated, that's not it at all. I'm just saying, when compared to the intimidating "gang green and catching bullets with his shin guy", I have no problem rebelling against her pb&b sandwiches....

Dear Sees....

I want to discuss an annoyance of mine that I have been sitting on for awhile. Sees candy boxes. You open them and you truly have no fucking clue what you are going to get(I just referenced my least favorite tom hanks movie, I should call it quits).I buy candy for a reason, to know exactly what I am going to get. I buy twix because I enjoy twix. The cookie crunch and milk chocolate. You buy a box of Sees and its like trying to pick the blue wire or the red wire. If you cant stand coconut or almonds and you pick the blue wire, BOOM! You're instantly spitting the remains of the mistake into the nearest garbage can. I want to see a map of the chocolates in each box, something that resembles a most wanted list. It should come with a picture and whats in it. Would it be all that difficult to do Sees? Every time someone offers me a selection from a Sees candy box, I sometimes let my guard down for a second, but then remember how all too often I pick the blue wire. If you are reading this and think "what a waste of time that was", then remember this- you read it, not me...

Playlists comes in all shapes and sizes...

Listen to the lyrics and if you know what she was going through at the time, it hits you like a ton of bricks



Although this is from "Ill Blood", "Suffer Survive" is the on going debate..




This band may not have the breakdowns and speedy riffs, but damn they put out some great/weird jams. Love it.


I'll admit, my knowledge of hip hop is not as extensive as a lot of my friends, but its safe to say this is one of greatest hip hop records ever made. Lil' Wayne, listen to this and then just give up.


If you have ever had the pleasure of catching him live you know he brings it. Powerhouse would be a good way to describe a typical Chuck Ragan performance.


It's impossible to listen to this and sit still. Once saw the singer dave byrd call out a group of folks telling them to bring bats and chains because they were going to need them,haha. Probably my favorite moment from that "last show" weekend of 08?..

Aiprort Banter

Over new years weekend I made my way down to Los Angeles and chose the convenience of the airplane as my means for getting to my destination. First stop, Sacramento Airport. Bags were packed and I thought everything was good to go. But, do you know what the biggest mistake for people when it comes to air travel is? It's not "accidentally" forgetting you packed a buck knife or accidentally forgetting you had shampoo that was larger than 3 oz. It's forgetting to bring headphones to block out surrounding chatter. Trust me, on a holiday weekend in a crowded airport nothing blocks out general population discussions like "Piece by Piece" by Slayer. Sometimes I'll just put the headphones on, no i-pod. Just let the chord dangle. No one is going to want to sit next to the crazy asshole with headphones plugged into nothing, right?
Well, while burying myself in the next best thing, a book, I hear the sound that could only resemble a horse getting excited about his oats.A huffy puffy sound makes it way around the corner and who is it? Its the living breathing mannequin from the vans store in the mall. Apparently ol' Huffy Puffy missed his flight by an entire day, but it wasn't his fault and boy was he letting his mother hear about it. Now, the airport is no saint, but a whole day and its not your fault? who are you fooling? The conversation went as follows:

(Huffy Puffy)-" Its bullshit. They told me my flight was actually yesterday and I had to pay $70 to switch to a flight that was today.
(Mother probably contemplates why she didn't have the father pullout on the sheets because one load of laundry is better than this)
(Huffy Puffy)-" I know. Well, I called them Jewish."

He called the front kiosk worker Jewish. That's fitting, right? I mean, the lady was simply punching in and doing her job and instead of getting to the airport on time he was out buying super skinny purple jeans. This is the world we live in, welcome! I don't stand for the use of slurs and stereotypes we all come across in this world, but if you were going to throwout stereotypical slurs who would be more fitting for the role that many think of when throwing out these stereotypes? The kiosk worker simply working her 9 to 5 shift or Huffy Puffy complaining about only having to pay $70 bucks for missing his flight by a whole day? Lesson of this, many still haven't gotten the hint that some one's religious backround isn't an insult( clearly a good ol' "Douchebag!" is a better zinger) and yet, it's these idiots that will keep on producing other little huffy puffys.

Ramble and ramble...

So,its been a little bit since i last wrote anything on here. Havent done the interviews, but have written random things here and there. I'm going to get around to posting some of it soon.I'm a lag ass, so i have ideas but ages will go by before i act on them, if I even end up doing so. Some of these could be funny to many, some of it could be funny to just me. Oh well, can't please everyone,right? Disagreement is what makes the world go round.Anyways, I`ve been trying to write more in general, whether it be short snippets, comedic points of view,or just thoughts on records,people, or life in general. Read it. Dont read it. No worries. No sleep will be lost either way.



Just got done reading this book. It was an interesting read. If you do not know who Joe Cole was he was a good friend of Henry Rollins and went on what would be the last black flag tour and first Rollins Band tour. Its Another perspective on being on tour with both bands and being a lost 20 something. A great excerpt from the book was this particular one:
"When she got up to take a shower her friend woke up and asked where Rollins went and i said i didnt know. She said there was some sticky stuff in her hair and she didn't know what it was,"-Joe Cole 4/25/86.
Must read to find out the rest of the story,haha.

Shuffle. Repeat.

Time is a funny thing. Time heals. Time kills. Time steals. It always seems to fly by when you wish it wouldn't and it has a funny way of dragging on when you wish it would fly by. One's mind will be wracked with confusion and questions and then, given some time, some of those questions are answered and others are lost in the shuffle. I think "Time" and "the Shuffle" are partners in crime. So much tends to go on/move on, while one feels firmly planted, sometimes against their will wishing they were experiencing more than they are at that current moment in time.

I feel I need to start doing more. Thats pretty much the bottom line. I think I may start trying to do interviews and posting them up on here. I always like reading and watching interviews of people, especially people that have depth to what they do.

Soul, what's soul?

This summer has not been an extreme change from the norm. Had plans to save money, go travel to a few places and still work obviously. Unfortunately, I worked, saved money, had to spend money on car related problems, and then hanging out occurred. Unfortunately, the hanging out occurred in the same city limits that I usually spend time in. The one trip i did get to make so far was to LA a few weeks ago. The highlight was spending time in a house that sat at the top of the Hollywood hills. Yeah, i didn't think I would end up at a place like that ever either.
We woke up, jumped in the pool and then a few hours later came a small army of soulless folk. Now, I say soulless folk and it comes off as judgemental, but if you were around these people it would be hitting a home run pretty much. No one there really knows a person directly at the house, but everyone knows a guy who knows this who knows this girl who's roommate's friend fucked this guy and heard about the party from this person and on and on. If their mother's womb could take sperm from a family's trust fund directly, then you would get these people the same as if some rich turd hooked up with a blood sucker. Most seemed to come off as cocky, clueless, and never really understanding reality.Now,I come from a working middle class family,so i had a pretty good upbringing,especially compared to some of my other friends. But I was taught the value of hard work and to be thankful for what you are given, which I am. That's a reality to me. But who needs reality when there is coke, booze, and a hansom fixed income for life?
I'll give them the benefit of the doubt though, I'm sure one of the many family members they are sucking off of actually experienced hard work to get to where they were. I felt at home though that myself and a small group of real people formed our own cynical group at the dark end of the pool. No one came near us without getting a ball busting and pretty much turning around to go back to the "circle of douche". In conclusion, that neck of the woods is a place I do not see myself living in. Its good for laughs and hanging out with a few choice people, but I couldn't make it home i don't think. Luckily for me, I don't have millions or don't make a ton of money in general, so i don't have to worry about it..