Sunday, July 26, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
IN THE CLOSET ON THE RIGHT
Notable secret left handed guitarists (I purposely left out Billy Bob Thornton and Keanu Reeves and Julia... Roberts?). You can't always tell by looking which (witch) towel is used for cooking. These three blokes pictured all have exceptionally strong fretting hands. One of them invented Frippertronics.
BOB BROZMAN
BRUCE COCKBURN
CARL WILSON *
DAVID BOWIE *
DAVID BYRNE
DUANE ALLMAN
ELVIS COSTELLO
GARY MOORE
GEORGE BARNES
GEORGE VAN EPS *
JIMMY RAINEY
JOHN WETTON (KING CRIMSON)
JOHNNY WINTER
KEITH CARRADINE
LEFTY FRIZZELL
MARK KNOPFLER *
MICHAEL ANGELO BATIO *
MICHAEL BLOOMFIELD
MICHAEL HEDGES
NICK LOWE
PAUL SIMON
PHIL HILBORNE
PRESTON REED *
RIK EMMETT (Triumph)
ROBERT FRIPP
RUVANE KURLAND
STEVE CROPPER *
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Top Mick Jagger Moves
- The Clapping Lesson
- The Knee Knock
- The Sudden Realization
- The Sway
- The Pre Mic Approach Hypnosis Waggle
- The I'm Gonna Start Singing Now
- The Slapdash
- Me Lower Back is Cold
- The Staring Contest
- The Smack Break
- The Hip Hander
- I Air Drum With Me Fists
- What's up there?
- Hitler With His Butt in Fire
- The Pledge of Allegiance
- The Rewinding Windmill
- The Lo to High Hand Shim
- Rich Little Does James Brown
- Hey You Get off My Set List
- My Lips are Dry Again
- I have Something in My Hand
- I have Nothing In My Hand
- I Want to Mic the Air Above Me
- Look At Me Shoulders
- Look Around For Tina
Monday, April 6, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
Two Sides of Tony (T.S.) McPhee: The Hunt
Yelping hounds pack to form a Gorgon's head of gyrating tails ready to turn a stag's heart to stone at a single glance.
Each dog has a pedigree that would fill a ream of paper as have their masters boasting generations of good breeding.
Family trees with branches laden with the names of past landed gentry, their greatest contribution to the land being when they fall in their Autumn years, providing the earth with the same humus as their mongrel serfs.
But these that are currently at the apex, clad in red to match their ruddy complexion which only the liver would disclose whether from action of the wind or reaction to the wine.
These who satisfy their blood-lust on creatures who only recognise such drive in quest for food epitomise all that is base in man.
That they are an anachronism is of no doubt, a desperate clinging to feudal systems when their families oppressed whole communities, today they have to be content mortally oppressing a single creature.
like well-fed cats clawing at a mouse until their instincts, not their hunger, are satisfied, leaving it to decompose, a symbol of the confused mind that is so lethal.
Those sounds, telling you that the hunt is near, go to ground let your heart dissipate it's fear, give you time 'til danger is passed and all is clear.
No words could ever describe the hate I feel for these men who sacrifice life for no ideal, just the Id, to satiate lust for blood they steal life and let it be torn to pieces by your hounds.
Someday the nightmares you inflict will be in your dreams, I just hope I'm around to see you suffer, just to satisfy MY Id.
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The bells tolled, they told of you and they tolled for you.
They told of your mournful submission to the lower instincts and their needs and they tolled for your lack of compassion
but this is not necessary, use these instincts do not be used by them, take them to a higher pitch and you will find they sparkle with freshness and only have to be adapted to become creativity.
Paradoxically.
Or take them lower than conscious emotion and explore the cavernous depths that resound with infinite knowledge and bubble with ceaseless activity.
But be careful, if you cannot understand what you find and have gone too far to take it for granted, then you may disbelieve it, which will cause a feedback of negative thought which, as it increases, decreases your acceptance of existence and the hunter of knowledge is chased by an awesome power...which is himself.
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If you listened to your conscience would you be conscious of something missing, would you?
Could you find it in yourself to say you've found yourself in riding to hounds?
Anyone can take away life but does a ritual make it alright, does it?
If you ask me to mind my business then my answer would be derision and insults. (Aw, just piss off!!)
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It makes me feel so sad, then again it drives me mad to realise the state of people's minds.
Life is a frail thing but not a rich man's plaything, how far has he come from the days of ice.
It's true the world is hard, death is always the final card in the game and no-one gets another deal.
So shun the ace of spades, take your hand and only raise in the pursuit of life and not ....of death.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
sometimes I worry about insanity
Tell me people, am I going insane? Doesn't this fella have a sitcom? Which (witch) one sounds most like "Kind of Blue?" Me likey!
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
RACOONS ON THE SIDE (WALL)
I'll watch it just for Jessica Lange..the new Jessica Tandy? I want candy.
Unfortunately, Drew found a lump in her breast. Fortunately, it turned out to be her shoe.
Friday, March 6, 2009
no you are
"The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt."- Bertrand Russell
Monday, March 2, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
looks good on jpeg
But it is mostly just 12" club singles from the 90's. Sorry Pete, no prog rock here...just a another sad case of milk crate ass.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
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