The Story Begins On A Rock...

It has not been a good week. When I was younger, I used to listen to Quadrophenia and figured that at least Pete Townshend understood me. Youthful fantasy, but the album got me through some rough patches. It also almost ended my life a couple of times, when I took the concept a bit too literally.

I've seen The Who alot of times over the years. It has NOT been the same since John Entwhistle sailed down the River Styx. I got to see him play a show shortly before he died. It was the same night as the 9-11 benefit at Madison Square Garden. The Who rocked the shit of the Garden and then John played at a small club. He was wasted and the show sucked. I wasn't surprised he soon died from drug complications.

Trying desperately to keep my chin up. But those rabbit punches come out of nowhere.

All I Know Is That When Bush Was President...

I had a job. And now I don't. Can't wait to see what our leader says tonight. I wish he would just denounce all the Republicans and put them in detention camps. Those bastards fucked everything up and Obama's got to clean up their mess.
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post speech follow-up: Obama was terrific... funny, sarcastic, barbed, hopeful. He called the fuckers out for what they are: a bunch of partisan scumbags, personally ambitious, with nothing but their own political dogma to guide them. Unfortunately, it will fall on deaf ears in the corridors of power as well as the heartland.
We are doomed as a nation as we are too divided to get anything done.
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Here's some power pop. You know why? Because it's bright and cheery... just like me.

ps- You know that whole story about Toyota recalling all of the Camry's they've sold in the last 4 years? Well, guess who just finished paying off their car loan for a Toyota Camry?

Acoustic Muthafuckas

Here are some neat-o acoustic versions of some classic punk tunes.

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Robert Frost

Toonage:
Dinosaur Jr - Borstal Breakout (Sham 69)
Frank Turner - Pay To Cum (Bad Brains)
Bill Janovitz - Straight To Hell (The Clash)
Lisa Loeb - Video Nasty (The Damned)

C-O-N... Control !

Lord, Grant me the serenity to
accept the things I cannot change,
Courage, to change the things I can, and
Wisdom to hide the bodies of those people
I had to kill because they pissed me off.

The missus says I have "control freak" tendencies. In my old age, I am starting to agree with her. My recent obsession with sobriety and exercise are directly attributable to my unemployment. As I cannot control my job-lessness (at least to a satisfactory conclusion), I am focusing on what I can control.
How this all interacts with my obsessive/addictive traits is obvious... I am now addictive to positive behaviors. The little deals with yourself you make... "if I do "insert activity here", than something positive will happen."

And here's something completely unrelated: The Ting Tings. Pop confection... but out of my control. I dig it:



Toonage:
The Clash - Complete Control - Live 9-21-79 NYC
The Clash - Complete Control - Live 10-2-79 Atlanta
The Clash - Remore Control (Vanilla Tapes)
Devo - Uncontrollable Urge - Live Cleveland 12-3-77
U2 - Out Of Control - Live BBC 1981

Clean Liver, Dirty Soul

46 days sober. sobriety sucks. went out last night to get my rock n roll on and could neither rock nor roll. got up on stage and did a sorta crappy version of the damned's NEW ROSE. the only six pack i've seen lately is the one that's developing on my abs. up to three miles running, 2 miles on the elliptical and 1 mile on the stairmaster. the missus says i am getting too skinny and i need ass implants. and my buddy's are telling me i am turning into an emo pussy due to my lack of consumption.

and i am waiting on what could be a dream job, but the company i interviewed with has a human resources dept that is taking their sweeeeet ass time. don't they know that i am slowly dying, in anti-ci-pattttttiiiiiiooooooooooonnn?

a friday poem:

snow covered graves beckoning...waiting...like expectant mothers ready to take back what was once spilt forth.

the only true reclamation project...back into the dirt.

ps- wanna see something cool? go here. it's got isolated tracks of bass, drums, vox and geetar for songs from the clash, the who, the ramones and more. john entwhistle isolated bass!!!!!!