R. CRUMB AND HIS CHEAP SUIT SERENADERS (1974)

Far deep in the layers of your skull, there should be a small circuit that is intended to make you smile at the simple things in life. This fine, delicate trigger is very important for your survival as a decent human being. So small and so simple, it tries to keep up with your transcending adult responsibilities and is usually snuffed out around the age of 15. That is why most people are assholes.

If for some rare reason you still have the smiling personality of your fifteen-year old self, and you rejoice at the little inside jokes of your own little world, then you can appreciate the ability to sit back and look around at the assholes taking life so serious while you go on humming either Benny Hill, Looney Tunes or the Three Stooges theme songs in your silly head.

Now that we're on that level, let me introduce to you R. Crumb and his Cheap Suit Serenaders.

These guys are for people like us who like to sit back and smile at that Big Full Moon...
People who enjoy laughing at the most intelligent, stupid instances of everyday life and people who like to drop off the cliff in the back of their skull to all of those places that only they can see; where there is a band shell nestled in a quiet summer town at dusk and the clocks are all broken. Sitting amongst your dreams, you can watch that moon rise and listen to the sweet sounds of a light heart...






Thanks Kenny!

LA SEXORCISTO: DEVIL MUSIC, VOL.1 - White Zombie (1992)

Here's something that just kills me... It has been NINETEEN YEARS since this album came out. NINETEEN! Everything is nineteen...
I know you may know of this glorious beast of a record, and if you do than you certainly agree that it is one of the coolest records ever made. Way ahead of it's time and all that jazz, I still get a hard on when this one rolls. The drumming of Ivan de Prume (had to look that one up) is pure thunder on every track and it sounds like the snare is going to cave in and die every time he hits it... he hits my hair...we all know Rob Zombie like we know Peter Pan peanut butter and he delivers here on the band's third album with true homage to everything cool. You dig horror movies and zombies and strippers and hell raising and sci-fi and old Twilight Zones and beer and fast cars and Black Sabbath?

Put this in your ears Jack...

Nancy Sinatra - Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) 1966

*funfact - written by sonny bono, the original was cher's biggest solo hit of the sixties, peaking at #2*

Bobby Hendricks!!

The Company Band (2009)

These guys rock the hell out of the joint. Formed in 2006 by Clutch frontman Neil Fallon, Fireball Ministry frontman James Rota, CKY drummer Jess Margera, Guitarist Dave Bone, and Fu Manchu bassist Brad Davis with all intentions of just jamming together for fun. Well, one thing led to another and we have this killer album of tunes that will get you thumping that head.

McCartney - Paul McCartney (1970)

Lying about in the godamn destruction of the finest group of musicians ever assembled, Paul McCartney's first solo album rested in the rubble denying the dust that shakes ego to its roots. In the cataclysm that befell Camelot, Sir Paul never wavered and his undying love prevailed all of its glorious dynasty and now afforded bittersweet independence. Never did his eyes shake to the constant of human dignity that shored up his fellow destructive angels. Who really knows the pace of insanity that birthed its wretched head amongst the tired ruin, let alone the pace of responsibility that beckoned our lonely modern day saints into giving up. Blame is a bastard, and I may only lie baked with thanksgiving to this freedom loving phoenix. Yes we was lonely, but now we're fine all the while!

THAT WOULD BE SOMETHING (1970)

SUGAR MOUNTAIN - LIVE AT CANTERBURY HOUSE 1968 - Neil Young ( 2008)

A beautiful glimpse into a live showing from 1968, Neil Young invites us into the tiny asylum of his where things were easier and life was blossoming. Intimate and raw, the man and his guitar offer up classic tunes in their glorious infancy. Baby pictures as a whole, gifted by the proud parent himself, the music will drift into your mind and pacify the longing of another time. The beginnings of a rare insight into the humanity that is Neil Young.

Nothing this guy does is ever wrong.

LIVE 1971 ON THE WAY HOME/TELL ME WHY

BACKSPACER - Pearl Jam (2009)

Pearl Jam has always been there in the corner of my mind, playing away endlessly on some brass ended turnbox with the fuzzy speakers and the glowing volume dial. They have always been there in the static of life making sense of things in their consistent way, helping me along with congratulatory seasoning. They know you get it and they bring you along for the spell, grinding boot heels on propaganda leaflets and holding their own. Nothing in this system is going to affect you as long as you give yourself to the fight of remaining an individual, remaining yourself and avoiding the Kool Aid at all costs. Pearl Jam is there to help.

JUST BREATHE

YEAH, I'M BACK...

If you are here for the first time...WELCOME!

If you are here because you used to come here two years ago and by chance checked back... WELCOME!

If you are here because you love music...WELCOME!

This blog USED to be something I was very proud of. I worked on it religiously every day a few years back and even brought on some very close friends to write posts and share our great love of music to anyone that would listen. If you remember, cool, if not then you really didn't miss much.

Two years ago I stopped writing here because I had shit to do that was important. The Groove lapsed into purgatory and people became grumpy. That was a nice thing in a way because it meant people liked it here.

That made me happy.

When I eventually returned to continue, some schmuck wrote me a little note...

THIS BLOG SUCKS.

So, yeah, I took it to heart. I destroyed it entirely.
I felt bad later, because of all the hard work my friends put into it and I figured that there is always going to be a critic...

Okay, what I'm getting at is I could give a rat's ass about anything. You like it? Cool. You don't? Cool.
Write whatever you want, come here if you want, don't come here if you want. I don't care.
I'm putting things up here because I like them.

Maybe you will too.

Welcome back.