A Graphics Posting I Hope

At the bottom is art for a great magazine article about going to kick it with the tribesmen in Northern Thailand. The elephant god is depicted because if it wasn't for transportation via elehants, the protagonists might not have made it out alive! The other images from my file of opiophilia are an old botanical illustration and a comic book cover. Check 'em out.

After Arousal at Skool

One of the best pieces of writing I've read since getting out was a putdown of Metal Skool, an act that satirizes and pays homage to hair metal on their weekly night at a local club (they're on their third one, I assume they've gotten a better deal each time, since they're packing the house). I went because the band I'd wanted to see that night (9/19/06), the Rock and Roll Soldiers, didn't play. So the gal driving me and my bud around wanted to go visit her boyfriend, who'd just stared working at the Key Club. She told us he'd be working the titty cam, and we had to check it out. Considering we met a slinky blonde falling out of her dress who told us that she too was going to Skool, and that last week she'd had so much fun she'd been "rubbing up against people she didn't even know." She wasn't exaggerating at all. There really are scads of gals who go there to act porno-y throughout the set, and the stage patter is beyond erotica, quite often being scatological humor which the girls don't seem mind being the butt end of. So, yeah, my member did swell a bit when the actual titty cam focused on all the chick kissing and exposing/rubbing each other's tits. Good thing the gal I came with wanted to stand closer and I gave her my spot before I started thinking it would be appropriate to grind on the fox in front of me -- hard to think she'd mind after a minute ago she'd been fooling around with her girl friend inches in front of me - but hey - one must maintain one's indifference - especially if you'e an old codger like me - it is one thing to be a dirty old man - but you can't act like one if you don't want to end up getting the bum's rush someday.

So did anyone notice how long it has taken me to post!?! I'm gonna try to do better I swear - it is so easy once you get started, but it is even easier to go down my custom google homepage and read stuff out of Wired or Salon or Disinformation etc etc etc.

But everyone knows that a major event took place in my life since I just blogged: I got to see my favorite band of all time, the only one whose logo is tattooed on my body, see their first ever show in Los Angles or the USA - I speak of Radio Birdman of course - and they got to do a triumphant show made even classier by the quality of the support acts . My friends The BellRays who got the privilege of going to Oz to play shows with Birdman in their homeland down under - and got to co-headline their hometown show, These 60-something codgers (maybe the iceman Masuak was a bay in his mid-50's) put it down and played full blown motor city madness and had the gals dancing and an atmosphere of camaraderie in the audience just for being there that I hadn't seen since the Turbonegro show. Yeah, hup. Birdman inspire loyalty. Not so much to the entity Birdman - I'm stoked they finally have a third studio LP out after all this time (Zeno Beach) and that it is good - but it is just the legendary way they all carried on in so many great bands and have made so much great music. I would have enjoyed the show just as much if it had been billed as Rob Younger's other band the much longer running New Christs. But man oh man was it sure good to hear all the classic Birdman "hits" one right after the other!!

Other shit I've marveled at worth posting about here and now ( I feel a spell of laziness coming on!! -- but I am gonna try to learn how to get pix off my phone and into the blog in a minute e). Well I've often pondered how fucked it will be to never have my published works, meager as they are, compiled and published. they're spread too far apart in time and place - I have next to none of them rather than almost all. But what would it be like where you every word began to be recorded for posterity??!! Well it boggled my mind the other day when I was directed to a blog that consist of nothing but transcriptions of the conversations the Pontiff, Steve Jones, ex-Pistol has on his weekday radio show. This really pisses me off right about now because the interview he did with Birdman really stunk,. He'd been in a piss mood for days anyhow - but Rob and Denis weren't up to any ass kissery and it went real bad and dull - they didn't even attempt to play a song together and I think he played a total of one of theirs during the interview. Really sucked - and that particular day's show wasn't part of this archive - so I think someone is cherry picking - but there are hundreds of pages of Jonesy's drivel - so let that be an inspiration to me to build this blog up to a gazillion pages!!