(I'm reflecting on the first time I heard this artist.)
It was around this time. Well, anywhere between April and June if you want to get technical. I was still going to high school and, as was the style of the times, up to no good. I think I was ditching one day, and the girl I was with at the time (those close will know who she is) had a girlfriend whose grandparents lived a block away. After using said girlfriend's friend's fake i.d., we would walk to her grandparents house and take advantage of the situation and drink ourselves stupid. Well one time I was going through her Cd's and I liked what I saw for the most part. (Totally hated the Pep Torres) I saw the back on one of the cases and it said " Batman theme". A rockabilly version of the Batman theme? I just had to check this out.
After the song ended and feeling somewhat intrigued, I started the disc from the beginning and "Rumble" played. (I didn't know it yet, but I would later designate that song as my entrance music for if and when I make the majors) The dirty style of the guitar filled me with all sorts ideas. Most of them being deviant and sleazy in design. Not many songs back then could make the hair on the back of my head,and give me goosebumps as well.
What followed was a long and still standing appreciation for the genius that is Link Wray.
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
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Monday, April 6, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Part 2
Four events over two days continued...
(Way late in posting the conclusion. Too busy to write these days)
February 4Th was a day of high and lows. I woke up early that Thursday because the Home wrecker and I planned to go a Dodger event that was being held at Canter's Deli off of Fairfax. The organization promised a cavalcade of stars both current and former but truthfully, everybody came to meet Russell Martin, serve lunch to everyone that was there during lunch hour. After that you could take pictures and get autographs as well. We started the day as we normally do and enjoyed a nice and short drive. As we did the requisite drive by to check out the scene we noticed that there was a a line of about five fans. Seeing as there was no rush, she decided to park on a side street and do her make up. Time passed, and we headed to join the line. The highlight of the wait was when a homeless person started tripping on Dodger nation for crowding the side walk. Soon after that the line started moving and we were shown to our seats. After a bowl of delicious chicken noodle soup, and a awesome introduction to potato pancakes, the boys in blue finally arrived. everyone except Russell. I think he was ushered in enclosed in a glass case or something because he had more security with him than the pope. I know it's because he's the best catcher in the NL, but I think it had to do with the fact that there were a heavy constituency of female Russell fans in the house. As we waited for him, I had my picture taken with James Loney. Not the most personable of fellows, but nevertheless one of my favorites. Then, the man of the hour arrived. Home wrecker and I were among the first to approach him. He signed my shirt and then signed her arms. Things couldn't be better right?
Like a good little geek, I turned on my laptop as soon as I stepped into the door. I was horrified to learn that Lux has died. For those that don't know Lux was the lead singer of the Cramps, a very important band for anyone who likes good music. The Cramps were responsible for connecting me to my cousin Cynthia. She had the "Bad music for bad people" poster. I was about five when I saw that poster and was intrigued by it's weird and intriguing message. The Cramps also introduced me to the concept of Newcastle in a can. The Narc and I went to see them one day and were awestruck by this strange and fascinating concept.It's a story that still gets told in certain circles to this day. And finally the Cramps are going to forever remind me of the most tumultuous relationship I've ever been in. Just as recent as that morning, the home wrecker and I were blasting Garbageman (like the good Cramps fans that were are) on the 101 and when we got off we discussed about which dead celebrity we would love to have a drink with. We fired back and fourth the usual names and we couldn't come up with an answer. (It was then that I also learned that she wasn't a fan of Sinatra but that's a whole other story for another day.) I was the one who broke the news to her and later on that day I got a text saying "Well now I know who I'll have that drink with."
STAY SICK Lux.
(Way late in posting the conclusion. Too busy to write these days)
February 4Th was a day of high and lows. I woke up early that Thursday because the Home wrecker and I planned to go a Dodger event that was being held at Canter's Deli off of Fairfax. The organization promised a cavalcade of stars both current and former but truthfully, everybody came to meet Russell Martin, serve lunch to everyone that was there during lunch hour. After that you could take pictures and get autographs as well. We started the day as we normally do and enjoyed a nice and short drive. As we did the requisite drive by to check out the scene we noticed that there was a a line of about five fans. Seeing as there was no rush, she decided to park on a side street and do her make up. Time passed, and we headed to join the line. The highlight of the wait was when a homeless person started tripping on Dodger nation for crowding the side walk. Soon after that the line started moving and we were shown to our seats. After a bowl of delicious chicken noodle soup, and a awesome introduction to potato pancakes, the boys in blue finally arrived. everyone except Russell. I think he was ushered in enclosed in a glass case or something because he had more security with him than the pope. I know it's because he's the best catcher in the NL, but I think it had to do with the fact that there were a heavy constituency of female Russell fans in the house. As we waited for him, I had my picture taken with James Loney. Not the most personable of fellows, but nevertheless one of my favorites. Then, the man of the hour arrived. Home wrecker and I were among the first to approach him. He signed my shirt and then signed her arms. Things couldn't be better right?
Like a good little geek, I turned on my laptop as soon as I stepped into the door. I was horrified to learn that Lux has died. For those that don't know Lux was the lead singer of the Cramps, a very important band for anyone who likes good music. The Cramps were responsible for connecting me to my cousin Cynthia. She had the "Bad music for bad people" poster. I was about five when I saw that poster and was intrigued by it's weird and intriguing message. The Cramps also introduced me to the concept of Newcastle in a can. The Narc and I went to see them one day and were awestruck by this strange and fascinating concept.It's a story that still gets told in certain circles to this day. And finally the Cramps are going to forever remind me of the most tumultuous relationship I've ever been in. Just as recent as that morning, the home wrecker and I were blasting Garbageman (like the good Cramps fans that were are) on the 101 and when we got off we discussed about which dead celebrity we would love to have a drink with. We fired back and fourth the usual names and we couldn't come up with an answer. (It was then that I also learned that she wasn't a fan of Sinatra but that's a whole other story for another day.) I was the one who broke the news to her and later on that day I got a text saying "Well now I know who I'll have that drink with."
STAY SICK Lux.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Part 1
Four events over two days...
Tuesday saw the 50th anniversary of "The Day The Music Died". Now I know what you're thinking, this is going to be another "generic Rockabilly tribute" to Buddy. Well I'm happy to say that it's not. All I want to offer is this little nugget of information about me and why I'll always miss Buddy. During the early nineties in SoCal Oldies 93.1 FM (now known as Jack FM) was one of Pop's favorite radio stations and he would always blast the radio while he was working on whatever car happened to be in our driveway at the time. This one time I remember him working on his white Toyota and Buddy Holly's Peggy Sue came on. Right away, my little little 8 or 9 year old mine became enamored with this song's catchy hook and wicked drumbeat. I loved it's simplicity and quite honestly it was something I could dance to. I asked him who it was and after he told he had a look of approval on his face. It was one of the first times I can recall where I felt great to be cool in my Dad's eyes. It also started a awesome journey of musical discovery that to this day hasn't stopped.
Tuesday was also host to a Dodger rally/autograph event at LA Live. It was also the first time my little cousin and I had bonded in quite sometime. After a short trip into Downtown we arrived to our destination. We saw that the higher ups made you choose what Dodgers you wanted to meet that day. For example, you could meet Fernando but if you did that, you couldn't meet Ethier. Fucking gyp right? But seeing as how I don't get a boner for Fernando like every other Angeleno I was cool with it. The only casualty of war was on Tommy Davis. He's my fifth favorite Dodger of all time. Another cool thing that happened was when we were leaving Charley Steiner from the radio team walked right by us. You know, he's one of the nicest people you'll ever meet. We snapped a couple pics and were off to dinner at Olvera St. You should of seen the excitement of this kid as we entered the 7th Subway station. (It was his first time)-"That's what she said" (cheap joke) But it was his comment of this being one of the best days he's had in awhile made me smile. Truly a good day had by all.
Tuesday saw the 50th anniversary of "The Day The Music Died". Now I know what you're thinking, this is going to be another "generic Rockabilly tribute" to Buddy. Well I'm happy to say that it's not. All I want to offer is this little nugget of information about me and why I'll always miss Buddy. During the early nineties in SoCal Oldies 93.1 FM (now known as Jack FM) was one of Pop's favorite radio stations and he would always blast the radio while he was working on whatever car happened to be in our driveway at the time. This one time I remember him working on his white Toyota and Buddy Holly's Peggy Sue came on. Right away, my little little 8 or 9 year old mine became enamored with this song's catchy hook and wicked drumbeat. I loved it's simplicity and quite honestly it was something I could dance to. I asked him who it was and after he told he had a look of approval on his face. It was one of the first times I can recall where I felt great to be cool in my Dad's eyes. It also started a awesome journey of musical discovery that to this day hasn't stopped.
Tuesday was also host to a Dodger rally/autograph event at LA Live. It was also the first time my little cousin and I had bonded in quite sometime. After a short trip into Downtown we arrived to our destination. We saw that the higher ups made you choose what Dodgers you wanted to meet that day. For example, you could meet Fernando but if you did that, you couldn't meet Ethier. Fucking gyp right? But seeing as how I don't get a boner for Fernando like every other Angeleno I was cool with it. The only casualty of war was on Tommy Davis. He's my fifth favorite Dodger of all time. Another cool thing that happened was when we were leaving Charley Steiner from the radio team walked right by us. You know, he's one of the nicest people you'll ever meet. We snapped a couple pics and were off to dinner at Olvera St. You should of seen the excitement of this kid as we entered the 7th Subway station. (It was his first time)-"That's what she said" (cheap joke) But it was his comment of this being one of the best days he's had in awhile made me smile. Truly a good day had by all.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
I'm going with Backbeat
Over the weekend there was an interesting discussion topic that came up. What has been the greatest musical artist bio picture ever made. Some of the choices were:
*The Buddy Holly Story
*La Bamba
*Backbeat
*Ring Of Fire
*Great Balls Of Fire
*The Glenn Miller Story
*The Doors
*Ray
Opinions? Arguments? Comments?
*The Buddy Holly Story
*La Bamba
*Backbeat
*Ring Of Fire
*Great Balls Of Fire
*The Glenn Miller Story
*The Doors
*Ray
Opinions? Arguments? Comments?
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
What's really bothering me
Warm beer (I have been given two in the past week and it really jerks my chain or any other euphemism that can be inserted here.)
Laker flags
Breakfast without bacon
Generic Psychobilly
Dodger ineptitude
Homework
The strange coincidence that every time I go to McDonald's their ice cream machine is broken
People trying to sell me fake coach wallets on the subway
The quality of the 7'7's made by Tina at JC's in Pico (They were so much better when she was at Anarchy.)
Triple digit temps (Yeah I know it's Summer but still it blows.)
Lack of new "Big Love" episodes
Sixty nine more days until UCLA kicks off at the Rose Bowl
The word "Hella"
Laker flags
Breakfast without bacon
Generic Psychobilly
Dodger ineptitude
Homework
The strange coincidence that every time I go to McDonald's their ice cream machine is broken
People trying to sell me fake coach wallets on the subway
The quality of the 7'7's made by Tina at JC's in Pico (They were so much better when she was at Anarchy.)
Triple digit temps (Yeah I know it's Summer but still it blows.)
Lack of new "Big Love" episodes
Sixty nine more days until UCLA kicks off at the Rose Bowl
The word "Hella"
Monday, May 19, 2008
Now batting...
A common topic among the Bad New Beers (my softball team from last winter)was is if or when (mostly when) we make it to the majors what song would we make our entrance to. Lately Dodger fans have been treated to Nomar adjusting his wristbands to "Lowrider", Martin walking to the box to "Stronger" or "Bad to the Bone" whenever Saito comes in for the save. Over the years my answers have changed with each and every season. Thoughts of The Rev, Devo, Social D, and The Ramones easily came to mind. But I think I got it. This is the song I want blaring through the hills of the Ravine when I step up to the plate:
So what would your entrance theme be?
So what would your entrance theme be?
Monday, March 17, 2008
Erin Go Bragh
Started off at the Peppermill in Vegas. Personally I thought the place was overrated. I was given a huge drink that was called a scorpion. A bit fruity for my taste, but what was I to do? At least I had a couple to gain a pretty good buzz. Checked into the room and I immediately put the Jack on ice. I was cautiously optimistic because I had brought my books with me to study before the show. Flogging Molly went on at eight so I some time to kill. I know it's weird because who studies in Vegas?
I showered before the show. Nothing like sipping on some ice cold Jack. The beauty of this former desert lay off for G.I's is that it allows one to walk around with a glass or other type of container filled with a poison of choice. I filled a cup with whiskey and minimal ice of course and headed for the show. (Got a real nice picture of the sunsetting from my room it should follow this.) By the time I got to Mandalay Bay (The show was at the House of Blues)I was at least two sheets to the wind.
Now I only remember a bit of the show. They did play "Drunken Lullabies" and "Rebels of the Sacred Heart". Thanks to fifty two dollar rounds, the show is pretty much a blur. How can you not get drunk at a Molly show?
I wake up in the room around two a.m. Lord knows how I got there. After yet another rejuvenating shower, I decide to get down to the business of losing money. I make another drink and grab my green Dodger cap and head for Vegas' rainy streets. Along the way I receive various compliments on the hat and actually got a drink or two out of it. Again due to the alcohol consumption it gets foggy. I recall winning at New York, New York, Paris, and Planet Hollywood.
On my way home on Sunday, I deemed this a successful trip. Left Vegas with a slight hangover, more money than I came with and some kick ass beef jerky that was purchased before I hit LA. I was ready to relax as soon as I got home. I did the requisite unpacking and then a phone call offered me the chance to go see Bad Religion at the Hollywood House of Blues. So I grabbed my green hat, and the Jack and I was on my way to another show.
Helluva way to celebrate St. Patty's day right?
I showered before the show. Nothing like sipping on some ice cold Jack. The beauty of this former desert lay off for G.I's is that it allows one to walk around with a glass or other type of container filled with a poison of choice. I filled a cup with whiskey and minimal ice of course and headed for the show. (Got a real nice picture of the sunsetting from my room it should follow this.) By the time I got to Mandalay Bay (The show was at the House of Blues)I was at least two sheets to the wind.
Now I only remember a bit of the show. They did play "Drunken Lullabies" and "Rebels of the Sacred Heart". Thanks to fifty two dollar rounds, the show is pretty much a blur. How can you not get drunk at a Molly show?
I wake up in the room around two a.m. Lord knows how I got there. After yet another rejuvenating shower, I decide to get down to the business of losing money. I make another drink and grab my green Dodger cap and head for Vegas' rainy streets. Along the way I receive various compliments on the hat and actually got a drink or two out of it. Again due to the alcohol consumption it gets foggy. I recall winning at New York, New York, Paris, and Planet Hollywood.
On my way home on Sunday, I deemed this a successful trip. Left Vegas with a slight hangover, more money than I came with and some kick ass beef jerky that was purchased before I hit LA. I was ready to relax as soon as I got home. I did the requisite unpacking and then a phone call offered me the chance to go see Bad Religion at the Hollywood House of Blues. So I grabbed my green hat, and the Jack and I was on my way to another show.
Helluva way to celebrate St. Patty's day right?
Saturday, March 8, 2008
A little late
I attended the Foo Fighters show at the Forum on Thursday. Awesome show. I am going to keep it short. It was a eventful evening starting with the Inglewood police department telling me that they have a problem with my water bottle. Granted the water bottle had Southern Comfort in it. Weird right? Luckily they noticed I was already buzzing and co they made dump the rest out. I arrived just in time to see the Foos come on stage. Highlights of the show: Triangle solo and a instrumental version of the Doors' "Roadhouse Blues" in the Middle of "I'll Stick Around. Oh yeah, the Forum doesn't appreciate you smoking either. All in all it was a good show and I lost my voice. Sorry I wasn't much more in depth. I promise I will do a better job with Vegas.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Fuck Anaheim
Okay. The headline might be a bit misleading, but I can't really find anything positive anymore. The Angels are a joke, Disneyland has lost all of it's charm and now we have this to deal with: Racism. See I recently attended The Dropkick Murphy's show on Sunday at The Grove, and during "Kiss Me I'm Shitfaced" a young male Caucasian grabbed the mike and yelled "White Power" into the crowd and did the whole Nazi salute. Granted Dropkick is from Boston and they do have a song tittled "Skinhead on the MTBA" but does that permit someone to say that to a crowd of people just gathered to see an awesome band? What day and age is this?
And it is not like we are stuck in the deep south where this is sometimes encouraged. I have been to a number of shows in the past 12 years and I have never encountered anything like this. If this happened in Hollywood or anywhere in LA county that guy would have been beaten to a bloody pulp. Not everyone is perfect but this goes beyond the limits of general decency. I have never left a show as angry as I was last night. Maybe it will never happen again and hopefully that guy is eating his food through a straw right now, but until further notice: FUCK ANA-SLIME !!!
(This better not happen at Flogging Molly. I think there are less douchebags in Vegas, hopefully.)
And it is not like we are stuck in the deep south where this is sometimes encouraged. I have been to a number of shows in the past 12 years and I have never encountered anything like this. If this happened in Hollywood or anywhere in LA county that guy would have been beaten to a bloody pulp. Not everyone is perfect but this goes beyond the limits of general decency. I have never left a show as angry as I was last night. Maybe it will never happen again and hopefully that guy is eating his food through a straw right now, but until further notice: FUCK ANA-SLIME !!!
(This better not happen at Flogging Molly. I think there are less douchebags in Vegas, hopefully.)
Sunday, February 17, 2008
What I learned today
*The Dodgers will make it to the World Series.
*KROQ's Block Party blocks only work with some bands.
*I bite my nails way too much.
*People drive insane near the Mulholland Dr. part of the 101.
*They better not build near the Hollywood sign.
*Hoodies are the greatest.
*Baseball shirts are so damn comfortable.
*People near Los Feliz think too highly of themselves.
*Guitars are expensive.
*They did a Reggae remix of Alicia Keyes's "No One".
*A lot of people in Long Beach smoke weed.
*SC' looks horrible in black basketball jerseys.
*Blackout my ass.
*I am addicted to hot sauce.
*"The Honeymooners" rule.
*KROQ's Block Party blocks only work with some bands.
*I bite my nails way too much.
*People drive insane near the Mulholland Dr. part of the 101.
*They better not build near the Hollywood sign.
*Hoodies are the greatest.
*Baseball shirts are so damn comfortable.
*People near Los Feliz think too highly of themselves.
*Guitars are expensive.
*They did a Reggae remix of Alicia Keyes's "No One".
*A lot of people in Long Beach smoke weed.
*SC' looks horrible in black basketball jerseys.
*Blackout my ass.
*I am addicted to hot sauce.
*"The Honeymooners" rule.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
After dinner thoughts
It's been a real interesting couple of days. I have seen the Hollywood sunrise, Forrest Lawn at sunset, and Long Beach @ 3am. Through all this I am amazed at some of the music that was being played at the time. I know I have touched on this topic numerous times, but I must reiterate: I LOVE MUSIC.
Rockabilly. Punk. Jazz. Swing. Psychobilly. Classic Rock. Indie. Hip Hop. Everything. Johnny Cash. Social Distortion. Billie Holiday. Glenn Miller. The Amazing Royal Crowns. The Who. The Shins. A Tribe Called Quest. Everything.
It has all been played. I think I overloaded. Too much good music over a short period of time combined with beautiful landscapes? It is too much to bear. Too many emotions can be conjured up and lead to realizations or disaster. Stay tuned I suppose...
- I decided to change topics. Flogging Molly is almost a month away. SAINT PATRICK'S DAY IN VEGAS!!! (One of many awesome traditions) Flogging Molly was brought up because of the mix option on my music files.
-I think Obama might surprise some people. (Green Day) I miss the bay. Nob Hill. Chinatown. North Beach. Berkeley as well. Good times.
Abba just came on. I think that is my time to go before things get worse.
Rockabilly. Punk. Jazz. Swing. Psychobilly. Classic Rock. Indie. Hip Hop. Everything. Johnny Cash. Social Distortion. Billie Holiday. Glenn Miller. The Amazing Royal Crowns. The Who. The Shins. A Tribe Called Quest. Everything.
It has all been played. I think I overloaded. Too much good music over a short period of time combined with beautiful landscapes? It is too much to bear. Too many emotions can be conjured up and lead to realizations or disaster. Stay tuned I suppose...
- I decided to change topics. Flogging Molly is almost a month away. SAINT PATRICK'S DAY IN VEGAS!!! (One of many awesome traditions) Flogging Molly was brought up because of the mix option on my music files.
-I think Obama might surprise some people. (Green Day) I miss the bay. Nob Hill. Chinatown. North Beach. Berkeley as well. Good times.
Abba just came on. I think that is my time to go before things get worse.
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