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I should be listening to some Hellbound Glory live right now. But I'm not. I'm not sure if it's because I'm an amatuer alcoholic or if I don't have the skills to talk someone into giving me a ride.

Actually, I think it's because I don't have any drive. I have zero.

0.

Give'n drums

Would be fantastic, and loud. And possible.

101909 lethargic work day tomorrow.

I will sleep at work sometime tomorrow. But that's ok. I've been dealing with floo for a few days and I worked my fuggin asss off this weekend. I deserve this hangover. but regardless, today I was able to yell at the UPS guy and I got my new 8 track. I also, spurred on by my new equipment showing up, dug out the old Roland Groovebox. Headphones and frequency's combat most things, like smokers lung and marshmallows. Eeeeeeeeeeyore is keeping tabs on me and I love that. Let it be known that my Lady is fantastic.


Remember when you could remember without being taunted?



It's 1107pm. Go to bed.

101908

Pearl Bomb is blasting LOUD. I said LOUD. Deal with it man.

It occured to me through no fault of my own that I've been absent for a while. Is it coincidence that I drank a bunch of Olde English tonight, and that that is the elixer that puts me in the writting mood? And that my friend Jared started a music blog at blogspot.com/theboywithbosms. Pay attention to it. You might have to put down that stupid fucking Offspring cd for a while. But again, is it coincidence that he started that and reminded me of this and that I'm shithoused on malt liquor?


Probably.



But I don't care.




I'd like to say that I could take an hour or two and write a beautiful exposition on the last six months. Six months that saw me travel to New York to Boston to Seattle and back to Portland. All in the name of the Melvins. A trip that I was lucky enough to have been invited backstage by my friend Mike who is/was ( ?) the drummer for the 1983 version of the Melvins. A trip where I was able to get a pic with Buzz, Dale, Mike, Trevor, and Gibby Haynes. A trip that gave me access to a little behind the scenes of the Melvins ( delicious pizza and Heiniken). A trip that allowed me to visit new cities, be awstruck by the insanity of New York, and the beauty of Boston. Oh, and the same ole same ole of Seattle. Sorry Seattle, but you bore me..........throwing fish around does not constitute excitement. Your strip clubs are boob-ified juice bars and we have trees and water down here too.


But, after 10 minutes off babble now, I realize I have been able to make another post in my boring blog that as far as I know, no one reads. Success! This is therapy for the cheese stuffed soul.

Missing frame

I forgot I had this. Time has flown the coop.



I live in a house that constantly breathes cooked food and beer. I have a girlfriend and a dog and cat.

No white picket fence though.

I'm hungover per usual Saturday morning. Congrats.

More HyperHeart

More of the Hyper-Active Heart. Branching out. Category: Music I left a big chunk of time off of the last blog I wrote. Mainly 1994-present. It just seemed that by 94, I had found the direction that I would follow. After knowing about the Melvins for 3 years, listening to my own friends in No Talent, and doing the slightest bit of branching out by attending Lollapalooza in 1993 and 1994, I thought the musical sunset was setting. I expected a LONG sunset, but I figured I'd finally found what I needed to hear. Between the 93 and 94 Lolla tours, saw the following acts: Beck, Green Day, Sonic Youth, Hole, Beastie Boys, Cypress Hill, Smashing Pumpkins, what I think was an early version of Ween, and so much more. Some of these bands I still follow. Some, not so much. But for an 18 yr old, these were great times. Two nights of music, camping in a field with thousands of strangers, and just walking around after the show, talking to people around campfires, smoking whatever, and drinking till that lucky ole sun came up. What a time. Unfortunately, at that young age, you don't see the future. You don't even think about it. How was I to know, that in 1993, the Melvins would play an additional fifteen years? Without any sign of stopping? If you forget about the one time tour stoppage, the Kevin era, nothing has ever really slowed them down. How lucky am I/we, that my/our favorite band has been steadily producing an album a year, for 24 years? That's fucking insane. But beyond the Melvins. In the early/mid 90's, the Melvins led me to other bands. I already mentioned Nirvana, AIC, Skinyard, Sonic Youth, Mudhoney, Dinosaur Jr .and others. I then found TAD, Coffin Break, Zeke, and so many others. Between 1994 and 1998 I was steadily watching the northwest scene, while at the same time, ruining my life. A series of bad relationships, and other problems kept me from music and friends for a few years. In 1999-2001 I remember getting to see the Melvins again and again. A return to triumphant times, and bleeding ears. I followed that with another terrible time in life, followed by more music followed by the wosrt time of my life. 2005 was a year that I wish I could erase. Completely wipe it from history. 2005 was also the first time I filmed a show. The Melvins and Jello Biafra. November 5th, 05. Olympia. The final return to music. I taped a beautifull show. Noise, riffs, and Jello's weary rants. I didn't care. I was seeing the Melvins the way I was meant to. Me, and them. Live. Loud. Beautifull. Since that time, I've taped many a Melvins show, traveled to Cali to see them a few times, and spent 5 days this last July on the road watching them. I also filmed Triclops, who want to use my footage in a video. A major book publishing company has bought some pics from me to use in a new book on the art of Kurt Cobain. Hell, that paycheck basically funded my 5 day Melvins trip. I learned of Harvey Milk, and Brothers of the Sonic Cloth. Filmed both on their last Portland stop. BOTSC want the film to maybe include in a future video release. Harvey Milk requested a copy too, but probably more for personal use. I finally got to see Boris live. Words cannot explain what they do with music. Melt Banana entered the picture. Such a fun band to watch and hear. BATTLES. Fucking BATTLES. These guys are a band I will NEVER pass up if they're in the Northwest. There really is so much more. For having found out about so many bands with the last year, I feel like I did in high school again. Discovery, discovery, discovery. Keep looking, the bands and music you hear in your head are out there. And if they aren't, start that band. Get shit rollin'.