Tuesday, January 30, 2007


I was going to post a picture with this but it's just too depressing. I remember the day Sting swore up and down that he hated everything about The Police and that he'd never again play their music. That made me happy, until of course he started making his own brand of elevator jazz.

When asked if there would ever be a Police reunion he swore on his mother's grave... yes his mother... from whom he stole his first bottle of peroxide... that it would never happen.

Well guess what... He FRIGGIN' LIED.

Friday, January 26, 2007


Every good war generates some cool swag and the WAR ON TERROR is no exception. Now, this stuff isn't as cool as the bayonets, helmets and even an old Luger that my uncle took from dead and captured HUNS back in THE GOOD OL' DAYS but you don't have to go risk getting your ass blown off to get it. Collect the full set. Makes great Christmas and Hanukkah gifts!

Thursday, January 25, 2007

G. Emil Reutter Reading

You can link to his blog from this page, OR you can come hear him read with two other very good poets. I will be attending with The Other Ruckers.

Jan. 27th 3pm to 6pm

Stark Series

Featuring : G Emil Reutter, Big Mike, Jeff Grow

Followed by an Open Mic

Payan Theatre

Times Square Arts Center

300 West 43 St. (8th Ave.)

Room 506


So for those of you in the area on Saturday Afternoon, perhaps looking for an early start to the weekend revelry...

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

666 The Number of the Beast

Okay... Tag Time:

Rules: Each player of this game starts with “6 weird things about you”. Each person who gets tagged needs to write a blog post of their own 6 weird things as well as clearly state this rule. After you state your 6 weird things, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says “you’re tagged” in their comments and tell them to read your blog for information as to what it means.

Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It's been at least 10 minutes since I've humiliated myself publicly or even semi-publicly. Here is my half dozen:

1) I suffer from a depilatory condition that I only recently learned the medical term for. That's right folks. I've got SKIN SOCKS--no hair from about six inches above my ankle down.

2) I know the entire Best of Bee Gees album word for word, beginning to end.

3) I have a running list of odd celebrity encounters, i.e. getting cursed out by Diana Ross, Debbie Harry saw my penis... and so on.

4) I have three last names but no first names and I'm a direct descendant of Rob Roy.

5) Being the jock that I am I once broke my foot playing Nerf Basketball. Nobody breaks their foot playing Nerf Basketball.

6) My maternal grandmother was a matron/guard in a women's jail and a girls' reform school

Okay, give me a bit to find six proper bloggers to tag. I can't tag Paula because she called no tag-backs!

Monday, January 22, 2007

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Gee Zeus Murphy!!!!

Will you just look at THESE CLOWNS!! Just when you thought we had enough gods messing with us, they're bringing the old-timers out of RETIREMENT.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Captain Fantastic & The Brown Dirt Cowboy

Purely music, lest any of us, myself especially, start to get too damn serious...

Elton John: Captain Fantastic & The Brown Dirt Cowboy

Back in the day, when DJ's still programmed their own music and had real personalities and real tastes, or lack thereof; some stations challenged listeners to submit what they believed was the perfect album side. The point was to come up with one album side, or approximately 18 minutes of perfect sounds, perfect sequencing, perfect theme, perfect concept... essentially perfect flow. I can still name a few of my own choices, and those of others I was turned onto by stations like WLIR 92.7 on Long Island, WNEW 102.7 (especially Vin Scelsa), 102.3 in Poughkeepsie etc. I'd rather anybody who reads this submit their own "perfect album sides."

Every so often you stretch it and come up with a perfect album and that's what Captain Fantastic is for me. I knew it when I first heard it--the summer I turned 14--summer vacation in Seaside Hgts, NJ. It goes beyond nostalgia and that it came along in the summer when pop music took over my life. It's just a beauty, track by track, in perfect order. Elton John and Bernie Taupin hit something magical here, easily as good as anything by Lennon/McCartney or Jagger/Richards. Most of the songs never hit the radio--the title track, and Someone Saved My Life Tonight were, of course, all over the place, but unless you heard the entire thing you never knew they were just bookends for other songs equally as good. It kills me that 30+ years later the last two tracks (We All Fall In Love Sometimes and Curtains) can still crush me with waves of goosebumps and put a lump in my throat. I'm not going to say it's the best ever--that's just dumb--too much to compare it to--but it's hard to best.

Ten perfect pop songs in a row on one album is really hard to beat.

Alternative Brooklyn/Alternative Baghdad

This one is dedicated to the bastards in Town Hall, and the bastards in DC:

"Suspect Device"

Inflammable material is planted in my head
It's a suspect device that's left 2000 dead
Their solutions are our problems
They put up the wall
On each side time and prime us
And make sure we get fuck all
They play their games of power
They mark and cut the pack
They deal us to the bottom
But what do they put back?

Don't believe them
Don't believe them
Don't be bitten twice
You gotta suss, suss, suss, suss, suss out
Suss suspect device

They take away our freedom
In the name of liberty
Why don't they all just clear off
Why won't they let us be
They make us feel indebted
For saving us from hell
And then they put us through it
It's time the bastards fell


Don't believe them
Don't believe them
Question everything you're told
Just take a look around you
At the bitterness and spite
Why can't we take over and try to put it right


We're a suspect device if we do what we're told
But a suspect device can score an own goal
I'm a suspect device the Army can't defuse
You're a suspect device they know they can't refuse
We're gonna blow up in their face

by Stiff Little Fingers (No Sleep 'til Belfast, boys!)

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Dennis Lehane--Coronado

So I'm coming to terms with the fact that while I have full confidence in my ability to digest a book at it's fullest value, my ability to describe in words what's so good about it is lacking. Moving on from that heart-wrenching testimonial... Dennis Lehane. I read his name first in an interview in UNCUT several years ago and put him on the list. I was rocking and rolling my way through James Ellroy at the time so from the UNCUT account, Lehane seemed like the next step. It never happened and time went on. The movie adaptation of Mystic River hit the theaters and I never made a connection. We make it to Christmas 2006 and I receive Coronado as a gift and I'm thinking... oh yeah, I remember this name... no shit... Mystic River, eh? Very cool. So people who know me understand my bent for dark stuff. They know that I'm kind of a bottom dragger, a gutter crawler blah blah blah, enough about me. Sometimes you find the most truth stuck deep down in the muck... Lehane is from Dorchester in Boston, breeding ground of the Boston hardcore scene so I'm guessing he's seen some stuff... and if that's not what got him started down this track, then maybe I don't want to go to the places that did. The fact remains, Coronado is hardcore grime. The brutality is staggering... never gratuitous and always very real... every little vignette spot on (it's a collection of short stories and a play) powerful and did I say real? So, to spare any readers here my gushing, lets put Lehane up as a high recommendation for fans of James Ellroy (though Lehane doesn't exist strictly within the crime genre), Harry Crews, Hubert Selby etc. I'm definitely going to work my way through his catalog within the next couple months.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Prophets of Boom?

I would have felt like such an ass if I had gone through all the bother to quit smoking. This cheerful story is bound to generate some fallout! Har!

Dear Timmy,
Fuck this.

Friday, January 12, 2007

We've seen it all before...

It's called ESCALATION. How does it feel to have travelled back in time 40 years? Do you feel any younger? Re-vitalized? Rejuvenated? Or like me, do you feel like SHIT?

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Global Warming--Bloggal Warning

I'm a little off balance today, not because of a sleepless night, but because I can't reconcile that I feel SPRING but sense impending DISASTER. I'm not being snarky. This is just so wrong.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007


This is a book I'm glad I re-read while my initial impressions were fresh in my head. Upon first reading it, I could only be struck by the absolute desolation and bleakness and it seemed to me that no other writer had ever been so unsentimental about his characters--his creations. That wasn't exactly correct. It's absolutely true that he didn't love them enough to offer them salvation or redemption... but he loved them enough, or at least loved the truth enough, to paint complete portraits of them as human beings. They weren't spared in the slightest from having all their deepest desires and most profound weaknesses and wickedest disillusionment cruelly exposed. They were utterly eviscerated--and yes, I'm still stunned by the whole spectacle, maybe even more so than the first journey through. It follows basically as--everybody wraps themselves in one ideal, often symbolized in material wealth, the love of and belief in another person, a life-changing point in one's past, self image etc.--and that one thing eventually becomes their undoing. That really oversimplifies an incredible work of fiction. And I am prone to gush, yes, but this is an amazing book--one that has already resonated--like the butterfly effect. If a book can make you second guess everything you hold to be true and/or incorruptible...