Got the dude maced in the face.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Halloween Costume for the Guys
Fellas if you have a few minutes on hand tonight and dont mind putting together your costume last minute. Here is a good idea.
LMF - Scott H. Biram
Something a little dark in honor of Halloween. This is a guy who played in Milwaukee in July, and I didn't go to the show. I should have taken that opportunity, because his tour stops look like a KKK rally schedule - rarely jumping north of the Mason-Dixon line. Surprisingly, he also stomped through Europe for about 25 shows. Europeans love anything that smacks of the old frontier, Wild West image of the unrestrained, American cowboy.
Scott H. Biram is a pretty indescribable mofo from Austin, TX. To me, he sounds like what would happen if a guy who raped and murdered your grandmother picked up a guitar and poured the anger and deliriousness in his heart into a performance. Except better than that.
He calls himself a "dirty ol' one-man band." He sits with an old 1959 Gibson steel string guitar, amplified with plenty of distortion and bass, cranking out sloppy, bluesy riffs that could be John Lee Hooker or Black Sabbath, and then growls and howls frightening shit into the mic. I'm pretty sure what he is playing qualifies as rock music, but it really has a lot of obvious influence from country and blues with a deep hillbilly backbone.
He has cranked out about a half-dozen albums over the past decade and just works really hard playing shows on the road. Looking at his website, he's played over 100 shows in the past 12 months from Texas, Florida, Tennessee, the Carolinas, all the way up through the Midwest, into Canada, and all the way to Ireland, Italy, Germany, France, England, Belgium, Slovenia and Croatia. Living the dream.
I like a lot of different genres of music and love seeing all kinds of live music - pretty much everything but modern country. When it comes to a live act, I don't need to walk out thinking that it's my favorite band, or the best music ever. I don't even really need to like the music to appreciate the show. Really, I just want to walk out of a show knowing that I really saw something. "That was something" - literally, that's good enough for me to be satisfied that I got my money's worth. Scott H. Biram delivers, that much is clear. If he comes back to the area, I'm going to make an effort. I'm also going to watch my back among his fans.
Check the performance of "Blood, Sweat and Murder" below. It seems to be a love song to his woman about how she makes him so mad, but he could never hurt her, so he just kills some other woman to satisfy the demon. Say what you will, but you have to admit at the least, "I don't know that was, but it was something."
Scott H. Biram is a pretty indescribable mofo from Austin, TX. To me, he sounds like what would happen if a guy who raped and murdered your grandmother picked up a guitar and poured the anger and deliriousness in his heart into a performance. Except better than that.
He calls himself a "dirty ol' one-man band." He sits with an old 1959 Gibson steel string guitar, amplified with plenty of distortion and bass, cranking out sloppy, bluesy riffs that could be John Lee Hooker or Black Sabbath, and then growls and howls frightening shit into the mic. I'm pretty sure what he is playing qualifies as rock music, but it really has a lot of obvious influence from country and blues with a deep hillbilly backbone.
He has cranked out about a half-dozen albums over the past decade and just works really hard playing shows on the road. Looking at his website, he's played over 100 shows in the past 12 months from Texas, Florida, Tennessee, the Carolinas, all the way up through the Midwest, into Canada, and all the way to Ireland, Italy, Germany, France, England, Belgium, Slovenia and Croatia. Living the dream.
I like a lot of different genres of music and love seeing all kinds of live music - pretty much everything but modern country. When it comes to a live act, I don't need to walk out thinking that it's my favorite band, or the best music ever. I don't even really need to like the music to appreciate the show. Really, I just want to walk out of a show knowing that I really saw something. "That was something" - literally, that's good enough for me to be satisfied that I got my money's worth. Scott H. Biram delivers, that much is clear. If he comes back to the area, I'm going to make an effort. I'm also going to watch my back among his fans.
Check the performance of "Blood, Sweat and Murder" below. It seems to be a love song to his woman about how she makes him so mad, but he could never hurt her, so he just kills some other woman to satisfy the demon. Say what you will, but you have to admit at the least, "I don't know that was, but it was something."
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Finally
I stumbled upon this video over at With Leather, and I just want to say it is great finding someone who loves drifting as much as I do. If you are unaware drifting has been a part of the Japanese culture for many, many, years. It is a tradition handed down from generation to generation. You would know that if you could speak japanese and understand what these clowns are actually saying. Since I am a fellow drifter I can say this, behold the perfect drift.
Babes Reading Lebowski
I dont know why I love this, but I have watched it three times already today.
Friday, October 23, 2009
LMF - Cork n' Bottle String Band
This is probably the band I've seen perform live the most times. These guys are an inspiration to anybody who ever dreamed of playing in a band. They took their name from the liquor store on East Johnson in Madison, where several of them worked. They practiced in the basement storage area of the liquor store. They really weren't musicians. That didn't slow them down. They taught themselves, they took lessons, they worked hard, and they just kept plugging away.
Eventually, they became a downtown favorite. Playing their updated style of bluegrass, which they called "Big New" grass, they performed every Wednesday night at Ken's Bar on S. Butler from 1996 to 2002. Ken's was a tiny little dive bar, but it was packed to the rafters on Wednesday nights.
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My buddy Trike and I would get over there by 4:30 to get a place to sit. If you got there after five, you would be standing shoulder to shoulder with a massive blended crowd of hippy chicks, after-work business folks, blue collar joes, UW students and wannabe hipsters. I would speculate that in 1997 alone, I probably saw them perform at least 40 times. I remember they once put out "Tour t-shirts" that said on the back:
1997 Summer World Tour
June 25 - Ken's Bar - Madison, WI
July 2 - Ken's Bar - Madison, WI
July 9 - Ken's Bar - Madison, WI
July 16 - Ken's Bar - Madison, WI
(and so on, you get the idea)
Ken's Bar is gone, but the Cork n' Bottle lives on. I believe their weekly show is now at the UW Memorial Union, in the Rathskellar or on the Terrace, depending upon the season. They are Madison legends and they also tour around a bit, performing at bluegrass festivals, etc. Recently, they put out a DVD about their history, how they got started, the run at Ken's Bar, etc. Trike sent me a copy and I just sat back in awe watching it. A slice of life on plastic. Amazing. If you ever experienced the Cork n' Bottle Wednesday at Ken's, be sure to check it out. Here's the trailer.
They are a funny bunch of dudes who write clever little songs, they sing, play a couple banjos, guitars, the double bass, the violin, and a mandolin. Most of all, it is just really good music in the bluegrass tradition, and every year they get a little more skilled and a little better. You could watch them develop, you'd see the 2nd banjo player work through a fairly technical solo that you hadn't seen him do before, and you could see the whole band watching him and pulling for him, and then openly celebrating that he made it through. You also got the sense that the crowd was really pulling for these little weekly improvements, and celebrated them wildly. I just remember thinking how lucky it would be to be a part of something like that.
Think about it. Playing music with friends. Learning as you go, but still playing packed shows on Wednesday nights. Wednesday nights! Even a dad can get away with that, right?
Here is a video that is claimed to have captured the performance of the song "Big New" on the last night at Ken's Bar before it was closed and torn down.
Eventually, they became a downtown favorite. Playing their updated style of bluegrass, which they called "Big New" grass, they performed every Wednesday night at Ken's Bar on S. Butler from 1996 to 2002. Ken's was a tiny little dive bar, but it was packed to the rafters on Wednesday nights.
My buddy Trike and I would get over there by 4:30 to get a place to sit. If you got there after five, you would be standing shoulder to shoulder with a massive blended crowd of hippy chicks, after-work business folks, blue collar joes, UW students and wannabe hipsters. I would speculate that in 1997 alone, I probably saw them perform at least 40 times. I remember they once put out "Tour t-shirts" that said on the back:
1997 Summer World Tour
June 25 - Ken's Bar - Madison, WI
July 2 - Ken's Bar - Madison, WI
July 9 - Ken's Bar - Madison, WI
July 16 - Ken's Bar - Madison, WI
(and so on, you get the idea)
Ken's Bar is gone, but the Cork n' Bottle lives on. I believe their weekly show is now at the UW Memorial Union, in the Rathskellar or on the Terrace, depending upon the season. They are Madison legends and they also tour around a bit, performing at bluegrass festivals, etc. Recently, they put out a DVD about their history, how they got started, the run at Ken's Bar, etc. Trike sent me a copy and I just sat back in awe watching it. A slice of life on plastic. Amazing. If you ever experienced the Cork n' Bottle Wednesday at Ken's, be sure to check it out. Here's the trailer.
They are a funny bunch of dudes who write clever little songs, they sing, play a couple banjos, guitars, the double bass, the violin, and a mandolin. Most of all, it is just really good music in the bluegrass tradition, and every year they get a little more skilled and a little better. You could watch them develop, you'd see the 2nd banjo player work through a fairly technical solo that you hadn't seen him do before, and you could see the whole band watching him and pulling for him, and then openly celebrating that he made it through. You also got the sense that the crowd was really pulling for these little weekly improvements, and celebrated them wildly. I just remember thinking how lucky it would be to be a part of something like that.
Think about it. Playing music with friends. Learning as you go, but still playing packed shows on Wednesday nights. Wednesday nights! Even a dad can get away with that, right?
Here is a video that is claimed to have captured the performance of the song "Big New" on the last night at Ken's Bar before it was closed and torn down.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Tunnel of Sore Butts
You have to admire this guy. He justs wants to rape as many people as possible and he is not even ashamed about it. I could explain this article but I dont think I would do it enough justice. Direct your eyeballs to dipshit. I hope his artistic liscense is valid in prison where pah-lenty of mustached men will refer to his butt hole as "The Rape Tunnel"
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Humpday: Helping the Ladies With There Halloween Costumes
Halloween is right around the corner, and although I do not think I am doing anything for a second straight year, it happens to be my favorite holiday. I love dressing up, usually flaunting my great body, and getting completely annihilated. The biggest reason I like Halloween however, is because it is the only day ladies, get an excuse to dress as slutty as possible. Everyday should be Halloween. Here is a link to some of that slutiness.
Linky NSFW
Friday, October 16, 2009
Ride or Die Bitches!
Apparently my cousin, good friend, and co-author of this blog, C$$$, has been taking some time away from his day job to get some extreme racing in. I have to say, he looks like a natural on that lawn mower, or should I say a regular Tim Taylor (insert Al's mom joke hear ughh, ugghhhh, ugghhhghghghghgh) God that was gay. Anyways this is some artwork C$$ was working on and if you ask him I am sure he will tell you all about this fucking sweet ride.
LMF - John Fogerty
This week, LMF gives a tip o' the cap to another act that I will be fortunate enough to see perform in November. John Fogerty is a living legend of American rock. Perhaps most famous for his work as the voice and primary creative force - by his own self-centered demand - of Jeffrey "The Dude" Lebowski's beloved Creedence Clearwater Revival. Forty years after Creedence began, Fogerty is still making music and still touring. I wouldn't classify myself as a huge Creedence or Fogerty fan, but I just didn't think it made a lot of sense to pass on the opportunity to see this guy once before he quits, especially in a smaller venue at The Riverside in Milwaukee. I'll be in the second row center of the balcony, which is only about 35 feet from the stage in The Riverside. I am really jacked about it.
Fogerty is a California native who sort of created a false creative history for himself as a Southern, backwoods bayou boy, showing that influence in songs like "Born on the Bayou" - which was later bastardized as the douchebag ad hoc theme song for Brett Favre. Creedence went through phases of bluesy rock, such as "Susie Q" and "Run Through the Jungle," to folksier politically charged strummers like "Who'll Stop The Rain?," to the furious statement rock of "Fortunate Son," perhaps their finest, most relevant moment. Then again, don't forget about Andre Rison's theme song, "Bad Moon Rising." When you look at the work as a whole, you just have to say, "Holy Shit, this dude has really made a busload of music known by entire generations of Americans."
Fogerty went on to some individual success in the 1980s as solo artist, scoring some moderate hits with "Centerfield," which is often used in MLB broadcasts, the country crossover hit "Rock N' Roll Girls,", and, my personal favorite, "Old Man Down the Road," which is featured below. (Make sure you watch it at least through the guitar solo and watch that dude rock out. He's 64 years old, for the love of God!)
Fogerty, by all accounts, is a bit of a pompous asshole as an artist. He refused to sing on songs that were written by his bandmates. He refused to play with the original Creedence members when the group was inducted in the Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame. So, he's not really a guy that I celebrate as a hero of mine, but he has been a major contributor to a lot of music that is worthwhile, and his span of more than 40 years shows he has a lot of staying power and love for the game. If nothing else, his distinctive voice is something that is iconic - a wild, insane sounding howl that personifies the rockabilly / cajun country rock sound. Whatever he is, he's a legend and, as the clip from last year below shows, he can still bring it . I'm really looking forward to the show.
Fogerty is a California native who sort of created a false creative history for himself as a Southern, backwoods bayou boy, showing that influence in songs like "Born on the Bayou" - which was later bastardized as the douchebag ad hoc theme song for Brett Favre. Creedence went through phases of bluesy rock, such as "Susie Q" and "Run Through the Jungle," to folksier politically charged strummers like "Who'll Stop The Rain?," to the furious statement rock of "Fortunate Son," perhaps their finest, most relevant moment. Then again, don't forget about Andre Rison's theme song, "Bad Moon Rising." When you look at the work as a whole, you just have to say, "Holy Shit, this dude has really made a busload of music known by entire generations of Americans."
Fogerty went on to some individual success in the 1980s as solo artist, scoring some moderate hits with "Centerfield," which is often used in MLB broadcasts, the country crossover hit "Rock N' Roll Girls,", and, my personal favorite, "Old Man Down the Road," which is featured below. (Make sure you watch it at least through the guitar solo and watch that dude rock out. He's 64 years old, for the love of God!)
Fogerty, by all accounts, is a bit of a pompous asshole as an artist. He refused to sing on songs that were written by his bandmates. He refused to play with the original Creedence members when the group was inducted in the Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame. So, he's not really a guy that I celebrate as a hero of mine, but he has been a major contributor to a lot of music that is worthwhile, and his span of more than 40 years shows he has a lot of staying power and love for the game. If nothing else, his distinctive voice is something that is iconic - a wild, insane sounding howl that personifies the rockabilly / cajun country rock sound. Whatever he is, he's a legend and, as the clip from last year below shows, he can still bring it . I'm really looking forward to the show.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
The Coastie Song
A little something that my UW / Madison peeps should enjoy. A little update on the long-standing Coastie vs. Sconnie cold war. I'll never forget the biggest barfight I ever saw started in line at Monday's when a Coastie dude tried to cut at the front of the line and a big Sconnie meathead shouted, "Hey, North Face, what the fuck do you think you're doing? Get your bitch ass to the back of the line." Coastie went right in. Sconnie and his boys went in after him. A real beauty.
Well done to the boys on this track. Funniest part: "Why the fuck are they calling me a Coastie? I'm from Chicago!"
Well done to the boys on this track. Funniest part: "Why the fuck are they calling me a Coastie? I'm from Chicago!"
Amazing Shot
I saw this last night on ESPN and thought it was worth a post. This shot is freaking amazing.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Humpday: Best Booty Edition
The battle is Jessica Biel vs Keyra Agustina, you can vote, and see more pics if you cannot make up your mind Here (NSFW).
This is just too close to call.
Jessica
Keyra
This is just too close to call.
Jessica
Keyra
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Suprisingly Good Artice From the MJS
Blame The Victim
It has been a while since I have talked about any current events, and this article sums up my feelings on few happenings of the world. One being the farce that is Obama winning the Nobel Peace Prize. The article basically goes to state that Obama won the award for his anti-Bush sentiment, and I cannot really argue. President Obama has quickly pointed the finger at the previous regime, saying that there is little he can do to undue the mess done by Mr. Bush. Although that may impress the Noble prize voters, I doubt it impresses the American voters. I don't think he is really to blame for winning this award and basically making a total mockery of the award, but I do believe he is in way over his head as the leader of this country, and one tactic that may by him more time with his constituent is to bash the previous administration. The fact of the matter is most of the stimulus programs are failing and the problems with the economy, and to a larger extent the problems with unemployment and escalating deficits, seem to be years away from being fixed. I am not blaming the president for this, I realized his hands were going to be tied, but shifting blame away from yourself is a political trick I do not want to see in my President.
Another issue this article talks about is the fallacy that is global warming. I am all for moving into a more efficient world that is cleaner and less dependent on fossil fuels, with the technology we have it only makes sense that we use it to our benefit. However the reasoning I believe we should invest in going Green and more efficient is much different than most liberals, who believe Global Warming will lead to more and more extreme weather. The facts just do not support Global Warming. Temperatures are not continuing to rise, even though the level of CO2 into the atmosphere continues to do so. The fact of the matter is weather is very unpredictable, extreme weather is even more unpredictable. I have a feeling there may be some truth to Global Warming theories, but to listen to guys like Al Gore talk like Global Warming is the biggest threat to this planet is laughable. I remember taking phone surveys for a class in college. Most of these surveys dealt with political issues. Anyways most people i talked to under the age of 30 considered global warming to be one of the biggest issues the world faces, right after peace in the middle east. I think a trip to Africa, and see the problems with starvation, aids, and genocide, and you may push global warming to the back burner.
Oh and poor Roman Polansky. Here is a great link about his time in prison.
LINKY
It seems like he is quite depressed. Sorry Roman, but if a bit of depression is all you are feeling after being put in jail for having sex with a 13 year old girl , I would consider myself quite lucky. Rumor has it prisons don't take kindly to kiddy fuckers. I also love the fact that much of Hollywood has come out and supported Roman Polansky. This is a fucking joke. Why should anyone receive special treatment? Especially a sex offender. I believe a 13 year old girl is probably old enough to give consent, but that does not make it even remotely right. You are taking advantage of a person who is old enough to make decisions on there own, but not necessarily logical ones. To take advantage of a little girls innocence should not only get you in prison, but probably neutered as well.
It has been a while since I have talked about any current events, and this article sums up my feelings on few happenings of the world. One being the farce that is Obama winning the Nobel Peace Prize. The article basically goes to state that Obama won the award for his anti-Bush sentiment, and I cannot really argue. President Obama has quickly pointed the finger at the previous regime, saying that there is little he can do to undue the mess done by Mr. Bush. Although that may impress the Noble prize voters, I doubt it impresses the American voters. I don't think he is really to blame for winning this award and basically making a total mockery of the award, but I do believe he is in way over his head as the leader of this country, and one tactic that may by him more time with his constituent is to bash the previous administration. The fact of the matter is most of the stimulus programs are failing and the problems with the economy, and to a larger extent the problems with unemployment and escalating deficits, seem to be years away from being fixed. I am not blaming the president for this, I realized his hands were going to be tied, but shifting blame away from yourself is a political trick I do not want to see in my President.
Another issue this article talks about is the fallacy that is global warming. I am all for moving into a more efficient world that is cleaner and less dependent on fossil fuels, with the technology we have it only makes sense that we use it to our benefit. However the reasoning I believe we should invest in going Green and more efficient is much different than most liberals, who believe Global Warming will lead to more and more extreme weather. The facts just do not support Global Warming. Temperatures are not continuing to rise, even though the level of CO2 into the atmosphere continues to do so. The fact of the matter is weather is very unpredictable, extreme weather is even more unpredictable. I have a feeling there may be some truth to Global Warming theories, but to listen to guys like Al Gore talk like Global Warming is the biggest threat to this planet is laughable. I remember taking phone surveys for a class in college. Most of these surveys dealt with political issues. Anyways most people i talked to under the age of 30 considered global warming to be one of the biggest issues the world faces, right after peace in the middle east. I think a trip to Africa, and see the problems with starvation, aids, and genocide, and you may push global warming to the back burner.
Oh and poor Roman Polansky. Here is a great link about his time in prison.
LINKY
It seems like he is quite depressed. Sorry Roman, but if a bit of depression is all you are feeling after being put in jail for having sex with a 13 year old girl , I would consider myself quite lucky. Rumor has it prisons don't take kindly to kiddy fuckers. I also love the fact that much of Hollywood has come out and supported Roman Polansky. This is a fucking joke. Why should anyone receive special treatment? Especially a sex offender. I believe a 13 year old girl is probably old enough to give consent, but that does not make it even remotely right. You are taking advantage of a person who is old enough to make decisions on there own, but not necessarily logical ones. To take advantage of a little girls innocence should not only get you in prison, but probably neutered as well.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Fw: Amber Alert!!!
AMBER ALERT
Missing Girl from North Dakota ! You never know where this email could end up and I'm not going to
stop passing this one around if it means a little girl can be found!!!
Please spread this picture far and wide.... You just never know.
Reachelle Marie Smith, Birthdate: 9/10/02. Answers to Peanut.
BEFORE YOU SKIP THIS, LOOK AT THE CHILD. DO IT AGAIN.. NOW SEND IT TO ALL IN YOUR ADDRESS BOOK.
IT TAKES 10 SECONDS. PEOPLE ARE MISSING HER AND SHE WANTS TO BE HOME. DO SOMETHING GOOD.
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(406) 961-4064
IF YOUR CHILD WERE MISSING, WOULDN'T YOU PRAY THAT EVERYONE PASSED THIS EMAIL ON!
DO THE RIGHT THING AND LOOK AND FORWARD!
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Friday, October 9, 2009
LMF - Hank Williams III
When I was in college, a friend introduced me to the music of Hank Williams. Senior. Not that bearded guy that does the Monday Night Football song. That guy's daddy. Hank Williams, Sr., born in 1923 and plagued by chronic back pain due to spina bifida and self-medicating with copious amounts of alcohol, weed, morphine and whatever else he could get his hands on, died in the back seat of a Cadillac while on his way to a show on New Year's Day in 1953. He was only 29 years old. That didn't stop him from becoming an absolute legend of American music, and perhaps the most celebrated songwriter of the 20th century this side of Bob Dylan. He made country music. Not what they call country today. Not this bullshit, re-hashed 1950's and 1980's rock with a contrived twang, fake Southern accents, t-shirt slogan lyrics and over-produced by hornswoggling city slickers. This was authentic, honky-tonk country music, with lyrics about drinking, death, lost love, failure and everything else that actually matters. This type of soulful, simple, honest and rural American music later combined with elements of the blues and jazz to create a little thing the kids call rock n' roll. Without the classic song structure of country music as a backbone, rock n' roll would never have been.
The old joke about what happens when you play a country record backwards (you get your job back, your woman comes back and your lost dog comes back) is attributable to the traditional country music made by Hank Sr. and many others. Hank took it to another level and became the first true American superstar of music, having more than 30 top ten hits during his short lifetime. It was music for real people living a hard life to get a little release of pent up emotion, much like the blues had long done for the black communities of the American South. It also talked about having a wild time and forgetting your troubles, which was also needed. One song that I really love that kind of combines both traditions is "Honky Tonk Blues," about a young man who leaves the comfort and safety of his parents' homestead and heads to the city where he finds a little trouble, a little heartache and a bad headache. "I'm gonna tuck my worries underneath my arm, and scat right back to my pappy's farm." Who hasn't felt that way?
But I digress. This post is about the fact that I have an autographed picture of Shelton Hank Williams - a/k/a Hank Williams III, Hank Sr.'s grandson - in my office, and that I'm going to see Hank3 perform in Madison on Nov. 13. Suffice it to say that Hank3 is a lot more like Hank than Hank, Jr. He looks like Hank, Sr., he sounds like Hank, Sr. and he writes songs in the tradition of Hank, Sr. While Hank, Jr., basically personifies Nashville whoring itself out to become the largest selling genre of music ever, Hank, Sr. personifies the original spirit of country. Hank3 not only writes and plays his own true country music in his grandfather's tradition, and served as a bit of a big fuck you to the Nashville industry in the process, but he also leads a punk rock band called Assjack. When you go to his shows, you get to see both. He comes out with Assjack as his own opening act. Then he plays a country set. I'm really, really looking forward to it. Listening to Hank3 requires whiskey. In large amounts.
Modern country music, as far as I can tell, appeals to a lot of city and suburban kids who like the "joke" of being a redneck. Hank3 is a fucking redneck. A real one. He doesn't pretend to be a redneck on the weekend by wearing boots and drinking beer in cans. He's the kind of redneck that you'd be nervous to sit by on a Greyhound Bus to Missouri, because he's drinking some gasoline-smelling liquid out of a jar with a crazy look in his eyes and occasionally lets out a loud yelp.
Here's Hank3 playing one of his grand-daddy's classics, "I'll Never Get Out of This World Alive" in Nashville. I don't know how to explain this to people today, but imagine if you were 50 years old and Michael Jackson's grandson came out looking exactly like Michael and busted into a moonwalk and sang "Beat It." It's a big-ass deal to true, old-school country music folks. The last song Hank, Sr., ever released.
I'm not gonna worry wrinkles in my brow
'Cause nothin's ever gonna be allright nohow
No matter how I struggle and strive
I'll never get out of this world alive
Here's Hank3 performing one of his own, "Nighttime Ramblin' Man." I don't really like these tv. show performances, but they always have good audio.
The old joke about what happens when you play a country record backwards (you get your job back, your woman comes back and your lost dog comes back) is attributable to the traditional country music made by Hank Sr. and many others. Hank took it to another level and became the first true American superstar of music, having more than 30 top ten hits during his short lifetime. It was music for real people living a hard life to get a little release of pent up emotion, much like the blues had long done for the black communities of the American South. It also talked about having a wild time and forgetting your troubles, which was also needed. One song that I really love that kind of combines both traditions is "Honky Tonk Blues," about a young man who leaves the comfort and safety of his parents' homestead and heads to the city where he finds a little trouble, a little heartache and a bad headache. "I'm gonna tuck my worries underneath my arm, and scat right back to my pappy's farm." Who hasn't felt that way?
But I digress. This post is about the fact that I have an autographed picture of Shelton Hank Williams - a/k/a Hank Williams III, Hank Sr.'s grandson - in my office, and that I'm going to see Hank3 perform in Madison on Nov. 13. Suffice it to say that Hank3 is a lot more like Hank than Hank, Jr. He looks like Hank, Sr., he sounds like Hank, Sr. and he writes songs in the tradition of Hank, Sr. While Hank, Jr., basically personifies Nashville whoring itself out to become the largest selling genre of music ever, Hank, Sr. personifies the original spirit of country. Hank3 not only writes and plays his own true country music in his grandfather's tradition, and served as a bit of a big fuck you to the Nashville industry in the process, but he also leads a punk rock band called Assjack. When you go to his shows, you get to see both. He comes out with Assjack as his own opening act. Then he plays a country set. I'm really, really looking forward to it. Listening to Hank3 requires whiskey. In large amounts.
Modern country music, as far as I can tell, appeals to a lot of city and suburban kids who like the "joke" of being a redneck. Hank3 is a fucking redneck. A real one. He doesn't pretend to be a redneck on the weekend by wearing boots and drinking beer in cans. He's the kind of redneck that you'd be nervous to sit by on a Greyhound Bus to Missouri, because he's drinking some gasoline-smelling liquid out of a jar with a crazy look in his eyes and occasionally lets out a loud yelp.
Here's Hank3 playing one of his grand-daddy's classics, "I'll Never Get Out of This World Alive" in Nashville. I don't know how to explain this to people today, but imagine if you were 50 years old and Michael Jackson's grandson came out looking exactly like Michael and busted into a moonwalk and sang "Beat It." It's a big-ass deal to true, old-school country music folks. The last song Hank, Sr., ever released.
I'm not gonna worry wrinkles in my brow
'Cause nothin's ever gonna be allright nohow
No matter how I struggle and strive
I'll never get out of this world alive
Here's Hank3 performing one of his own, "Nighttime Ramblin' Man." I don't really like these tv. show performances, but they always have good audio.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Welcome Back NBA Part 2
Now some of my favorite current NBA ballers. I didnt realize how much I loved the foreign game, but it seems like they have a little flair to there game. What is kind of funny is my game has absolutely no flair in it. But there arent many highlight tapes out there for Brian Cardinal, Mark Madsen, Brian Scalabrine etc. Here is my dream team of current NBA players
Devin
Rudy
KD
Big Al
Nene
Devin
Rudy
KD
Big Al
Nene
Welcome Back NBA Part 1
The NBA has kicked off its season, and I am one of the few that is very excited. To honor that excitement, I have posted a view clips of my favorite ex NBA players. I am going to follow this up with a few of my favorite current NBA players later in the week.
Vlade
Arvydas
Thunder Dan
Vlade
Arvydas
Thunder Dan
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Humpday: Amanda Heard
Amber can be seen in Zombieland which I believe opened up #1 last weekend in the box office. She is not a house hold name yet, but she will be, and I havent even seen her act. Enjoy!
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Guys, What Her Panties Say About Her
If you have ever wondered why a girl wears a certain type of panty? Well this article pigeonholes women into different categories based on the type of panty they wear. I know genious right. Anyways if a girl ever tells she wears granny panties becuase they are comfortable, she is lying, and she is most likely a prude. Im just saying ladies.
Linky
Monday, October 5, 2009
I Could Do This All Day
This is NSFW but if you are at work and you can secretly open up a window and open this link you may thank me for it. Seriously it may be a bit childish, but to me it is just an amazing way to kick off a monday morning.
Linky
I always be and ass man.
Linky
I always be and ass man.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Friday Throwback
Well I have struggled the last couple days with my posts. Anyways I dont have anything new and exciting to post, but I do have a couple of classics.
Black Leperchaun
There Will Be Bud
Martial Arts Audition
Black Leperchaun
There Will Be Bud
Martial Arts Audition
LMF - Modest Mouse
Modest Mouse is another band my old chum Jeff introduced me to. Going on ten years ago, he was out in the Seattle area for work and spent his free time driving around to the National Parks and mountains, listening to local radio. Modest Mouse was just a local act at that time that was burning up the indie stations of the Pacific Northwest. A year later, we were at the Orpheum in Madison enjoying an amazing show, including an opening turn from the reunited Camper von Beethoven.
Most casual observers of alt./indie music have at least heard the Mouse track "Float On" a few too many times, but that really is the tip of the iceberg and not really their best work. They are a band that really kind of snuck up on me. I never really dove into it right away, but I put a bunch of their tracks on my iPod. After a few weeks of commutes to and from the office, I starting really getting into a few of the songs that popped up and starting double-taking to see that they were Modest Mouse tunes. I'm still exploring their catalog, even as they keep cranking out new music. I believe they have released 5 full length albums and 5 EPs over about a dozen years.
Modest Mouse is led by semi-deranged genius songwriter, guitarist and singer, Isaac Brock. The guy is really an interesting artist, and seems a tad off-kilter, which is always promising for an artist. I chose the song "3rd Planet" because I think it sounds really cool, and I love the way Isaac Brock can deliver some of the saddest lyrics I've ever heard in a song that just sounds kind of non-chalant and calm. It's more like the casual depression that comes from being shell-shocked by tragedy and not really feeling the pain. I'm not really sure what this song is about, but it seems to have a theme of a couple that had a child die, and a guy who has some real anger and cynicism toward religion as part of the whole experience.
Well a third had just been made and we were swimming in the water
Didn't know then, was it a son was it a daughter?
And it occurred to me that the animals were swimming
Around in the water in the oceans of our bodies
And another had been found, another ocean on the planet
Given that our blood is just like the Atlantic, and how
The universe is shaped exactly like the Earth
If you go straight long enough, you end up where you were
That's how the world began
And that's how the world will end
Your heart felt good, it was dripping pitch and made of wood
And your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass beneath
Outside, naked, shivering, looking blue
From the cold sunlight that's reflected off the moon
Baby-cum-angels fly around you
Reminding you we used to be three and not two
And that's how the world began
And that's how the world will end
Most casual observers of alt./indie music have at least heard the Mouse track "Float On" a few too many times, but that really is the tip of the iceberg and not really their best work. They are a band that really kind of snuck up on me. I never really dove into it right away, but I put a bunch of their tracks on my iPod. After a few weeks of commutes to and from the office, I starting really getting into a few of the songs that popped up and starting double-taking to see that they were Modest Mouse tunes. I'm still exploring their catalog, even as they keep cranking out new music. I believe they have released 5 full length albums and 5 EPs over about a dozen years.
Modest Mouse is led by semi-deranged genius songwriter, guitarist and singer, Isaac Brock. The guy is really an interesting artist, and seems a tad off-kilter, which is always promising for an artist. I chose the song "3rd Planet" because I think it sounds really cool, and I love the way Isaac Brock can deliver some of the saddest lyrics I've ever heard in a song that just sounds kind of non-chalant and calm. It's more like the casual depression that comes from being shell-shocked by tragedy and not really feeling the pain. I'm not really sure what this song is about, but it seems to have a theme of a couple that had a child die, and a guy who has some real anger and cynicism toward religion as part of the whole experience.
Well a third had just been made and we were swimming in the water
Didn't know then, was it a son was it a daughter?
And it occurred to me that the animals were swimming
Around in the water in the oceans of our bodies
And another had been found, another ocean on the planet
Given that our blood is just like the Atlantic, and how
The universe is shaped exactly like the Earth
If you go straight long enough, you end up where you were
That's how the world began
And that's how the world will end
Your heart felt good, it was dripping pitch and made of wood
And your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass beneath
Outside, naked, shivering, looking blue
From the cold sunlight that's reflected off the moon
Baby-cum-angels fly around you
Reminding you we used to be three and not two
And that's how the world began
And that's how the world will end
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Lets Continue The String of Terrible Posts
I give you a monkey on a segway. I think the DWI readers went from 12 to about 6 today. Ouch!
Dear Master P, You Have to Sign This Group (NSFW)
This is the most insane song I have ever heard. I dont even know what to say really. All I know is this is the type of lyercism that made Master P rich, so if he wants to get back on his feet he better sign these guys up.
I havent heard the "N" bomb this much since the last time TK and I went to Subway.
I havent heard the "N" bomb this much since the last time TK and I went to Subway.
I Actually Agree With You Ye
I am a few weeks behind on my posts, sorry a new Halo came out fucking Deal With It. Anyways Kanye the Gayfish was in the news as you know, when he got on stage at the VMA's to steal the limelight. Although I think he is a fucking idiot, and I have ripped him plenty on this blog, I think he was spot on. The "All The Single Ladies" video is pretty much my favorite video of all time. If you dont agree with my please post a better one.
Single Ladies Video
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