Yee-hah! Another show! The Caterwaul of Sound returns. And we're playing with a band called Hymen Holocaust! Hymen Holocaust!!!!! This is where my life has led. Fukkin A! We have got a new set of ear splitting noise to offer. If yer in Brooklyn, c'mon down. They got fried pickles at this place. Fried pickles and Hymen Holocaust? Where ya gonna get a better offer than that!
And here's some stuff that I am listening to and can't get enough of, all songs guaranteed to have you screaming out the lyrics at 4 am after your 12th beer.
One of the few positives this year has been the new MLB (Major League Baseball) Network available on cable tv. The opportunity to view old games and see great historical players has been a real treat for Nazz junior and I.
Virtually every day we are able to share time together watching events that I had originally seen with his 10 year old eyes.
And last night, as we were watching Ken Burns History of Baseball (the 70's and 80's), the crawl at the bottom of the screen referenced today's opening spring training games.
Renewal.
Because, Baseball is a gift. The passing of memories from one generation to another. My father, years ago, telling me about the greats that he saw play and rooted for and me telling my son about my favorites and one day he'll tell his kids about the players he remembers (and the players that his dad and grand-dad saw).
It appears that several very important decisions will have to be made very shortly. Life and death shit.
I don't want to deal with any of that right now. I want to listen to the Ramones. The Ramones saved my life. Probably saved your life too.
After all, they made it OK to be me... an untalented, awkward, semi-adolescent, rock n roll loving reject. No matter how low I used to get as a kid, I knew that the Ramones were out there... and if they could survive, so could I. After all, Joey and I were both from Forest Hills, both goofy, with the same stupid long hair covering our faces, the same ratty jeans and even the same cheap sneakers. And this was before I even knew who the Ramones were!!!!!!!
There was nothing like a Ramones concert!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The anticipation of them coming on...the martial drum beat (later it would be the theme for The Good The Bad and The Ugly)...the screams as they took the stage...early on Joey shouting "Yeaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh, We Are The Ra-Mones, and this one's calllllllllled the Blitzkrieg Bop take it Dee Dee" and Dee Dee yelling "1-2-3-4". And then of course...CHAOS. Sweet blissful chaos for 70 minutes or so. With maybe a quick 3 minute cool down for "Needles And Pins" and than back to CHAOS.
And then, a couple of encores and it was finished. And the eternal question Ramoned: "What do you do after a Ramones concert?"
I'm getting chills down my spine just typing this.
I really miss the Ramones.
Here's a bunch of tribute songs from some bands that undoubtedly feel the same way as I do.
OK students, science test. Attempting to engage this posting under the variables of Ambien sleepy time helpers and a stomach full of Jim Beam. Twiin maladies being addressed are a nasty toothache (ring in the Bourbon) and insomnia due to work stress (ambiezzzzzzzz).
So intitial impressions are that my fungers refuse to typwe the keys that U am expecting them too. Whuch is very rude of my fungr i might mention. I treat yuo guys pretty well,,,manucure the pleasures of r flesh... help a brother out here.
Lifting weights still is effective- I guss dumbells mix well with dumbells. And the clang clang clang clangs on thru eternity.
The problem is that keys do continue to shift on the board, Lordy they are mobile. Little armies of prospective nouns, verbs and adjctivess that refuse to get to thier destiny!'
My hands are shaking alot. I feel like Katherine Hepburn on crank. I'm chewing a juicy grape into powder.
"Cause now your 35 and workin' in a warehouse/ because you spent your college money on cocaine"
Sorry Mom And Dad - The Vandals
Those kids were the smart ones. I spent 5 years in college (OK- 5 1/2, but who's counting) when I should have been in fucking trade school learning to be a plumber or an electrician instead of a white collar corporate asshole.
My reward? Constant stress over keeping my head while all others around me lose theirs. And, as as an extra added one time, never before offered on tv, special bonus; I get to also freak about other people's lives.
Because the real murderers NEVER get dirty, they get scumbags like me to follow their orders.
We're all fucked. As bad as things are right now, they are gonna get a fuckload worse. A fuckload as big as Rosie O'Donnell's ass.
Up until this past month, we've been training to get in the ring with Mike Tyson circa 1986. It was all conceptual... Hey, we'll go in the ring and get hit a couple of times, go down, it'll be unpleasant and then we'll be back to normal. With a pocketful of green dead president's to heal our wounds.
Guess what... We just took the rib shot that Michael Spinks got ... The only problem is... There's no count-out, no 8 second standing count, and no 3 minute rounds. It's a steel cage death match, and no way out. We're just gonna keep getting hit and hit again, until our blood is all over the ring, our teeth are knocked out, and we're all punch drunk, wandering the streets looking for a handout.
So, Nazz jr and I spent Saturday wandering the great and never-ending jungle of the NY Comic Con. Located in the cavernous Javits Center, 70,000 freaks and geeks attended.
Rorshach and Poison Ivy
Let's start off with the awesome... The first 18 minutes of Watchmen was previewed (plus an add'l scene form the middle of the movie). Holy shnikes! It is perfect. The intro credits go a long way to explain the origins of the group up until when the graphic novel opens. The scenes, shot for shot are dead on. The illustrator of Watchmen, David Gibbons gave a talk and answered questions (one query was whether Alan Moore is insane).
My son and I, after viewing the footage, looked at each other and both agreed that this was a "day-ay-nu" moment; and that we could leave now and be happy.
But of course we stayed on!
We saw a couple of other previews as well... one for the new Friday The 13th movie (I think it's called Jason kills a nursing home) as well as an (unfinished) preview for Terminator Salvation (no footage of Christian Bale's freakout of course, but the host did call Mrs. Bale on the phone!). Terminator looked to us to be an explosion/noise fest, I hope there is a decent story line as well. It was hard to tell with all the special fx.
This guy was dressed up as a Plaid Spiderman. Is Spidey Scottish now?
And on to the floor... where everything from Golden and Silver age comics were for sale to previews of what's coming in video games to new comics to graphic novels.
As we were on a depression-like budget, we kept the purchases to a minimum, although Nazz jr. as usual won some raffles (a whole lot of Chaotic cards and t-shirts; as well as a kick ass Transformers 2 Movie Poster). He also got a nice set of Hellboy miniatures and some Halo Hero-Clix for decent prices. And of course, lots of free comics and graphic novels.
The most entertaining aspect of these things of course is the cos-play. We got such a kick out of all the folks dressed up as super heroes, anime and movie characters.
Red Sonja- I don't think her parents let her out of the house like that!
This was a big hairy guy dressed up as a fairy. That's one brave guy.
There was a costume contest. Additionally , on display was a demonstration by the NY Jedi... who actually dressed up as Jedi and act out light saber battles. Sorta disappointing, as no one was actually killed. After all, we're NY'ers- we see real violence every day!
There was also an area where geeks were pummeling the crap out of each other with foam wrapped wooden sticks. Highly stimulating! People were placing bets on who would win!
We missed the Zombie prevention presentation, but I feel that we are well read on those situations.
And I was able to pick up Mrs.Nomad's b-day gift... she's been looking for the entire collection of the 1960's Batman TV shows and I found a 10 DVD set (from the original reels... unedited).
All in all a very enjoyable, long and fun day. The best part of course being Nazz Jr telling me what a great time he had.
"Somebody told me you people are crazy. I don't know about that. You seem to be all right to me"
Lux Interior- to the audience at the Napa State Mental Hospital- 1979
Wow, Lux Interior died. This sucks. One of the greatest frontmen in rock history. Master of the psycho-billy genre. On the short list of the coolest fuckers ever.
The Cramps mix of old 50's rock, rockabilly, country and r n b with their general insanity was one of the most unique sounds ever created. And one of the most fun.
If you never saw The Cramps live, man, that's your loss. You had Lux, stripped down to the tightest leather pants in the world; gyrating, genuflecting and flailing about on stage. Poison Ivy on one guitar, the epitome of unflappability, all fishnets, curls and leather. Nick Knox on the skins, hitting that simple beat and whomever the other guitarist du jour was (there were so many over the years), completing the quartet.
We had the privelidge of seeing the Cramps several times over the years and being among the lucky ones at the legendary Peppermint Lounge show which became the Smell Of Female record. Memories of hallucinogenic intake as well as my buddy getting kicked in the head by Lux's boot still resonate.
Man, all the great punk rock front men are doing the dirt nap: Joey Ramone, Stiv Bators, Joe Strummer, Lux, Johnny Thunders.
this from my peep - Dave... a fellow traveller in all things Cramped:
Nazz...just ran across this contemporaneous review of some 19th C opus... i think this crit tracks just as well if you swap out the last word "wagner" with "lux interior" -
Twasn't matter to me... the New York Comic Con is coming to town this weekend and Nazz jr and I will be perusing the corridors of the Javitz Center in NYC checking out the latest and the greatest.
What more (well, aside from THE GIANTS being it it!) could you want for a Super Bowl? Great game that went down to the wire (I wish the Cardinals woulda had another minute to work with). Madden and Summerall on the b-cast. And The Boss doing the halftime thang. Springsteen rocked it, cut down the verses to get more songs in and even did a crotch cam shot.
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Yee-hah! Another show! The Caterwaul of Sound returns.
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