For what ever reason writing here has become low on the priority scale. So for now i am going to take a break from this site. Ill be back soon.. until then have fun!
JYAG
For what ever reason writing here has become low on the priority scale. So for now i am going to take a break from this site. Ill be back soon.. until then have fun!
JYAG
This song kills it. I heart it. The video is even better.
Eddie Grant you rule. Thank you for being you.
I thought this was cool.
Shark vs Octopus. Sunday! Sunday! Sunday.! (I love screaming Sunday Sunday Sunday, even if it is fucking Wednesday) Here we have water creatures fighting for domination and it is freaky. I am generally a giant pussy when it comes to the water and watching this makes me realize why. Two creatures that could eat me at any given moment as i swim drunk on Sundays on the water fight to the death with each other. Yes it gives me the heebie jeebies.
If only we could throw in the dude doing the commentary on the the video. Then this would be really kick ass.
Sunburned and perpetually hungover for the past week. I have done much, drank more and had a fucking good time. Unfortunately all of this debauchery has kept me away from home (minus small amounts of sleep here and there) thus my blogity blog blog has sucked the big sack for the past week.
Back on the ball tomorrow, Ha! i said ball!
I have been playing a lot of old school hip hop - soul and funk as of late. It all began when I started playing records at this strange lounge that used to be a country bar, but now is something else. Im not quit sure what kind of bar it is, but its turning out to be pretty cool and a lot of locals come out for some late night action. The fun thing is they let me play what ever i want and i have dedicated a night to all the old school shit that make me bob my head or get up off my ass and dance.
I was a bit stoned last night (shocking) so i played a kick ass set of chill hip-hop from the likes of Jurrasic 5, Blackalicious, A Tribe Called Quest, and yes Digable Planets. It ruled and every one was chill like that. It makes me wonder what happened to hip-hop. It used to be so cool, so smooth, so real. Now its poopy shit i want to fart on. At least once a week i get to bring myself and those who show up back, back to a time when hip hop was something more than bling and bitches. I think we all could use a nickle bag of funk sometimes.
Here is where i am from, enjoy
I saw a guy with no toes today and it spooked me. It made me think about how much i hate feet. They skeeb me out. I hate it when I’m in bed with a girl and they rub there feet on my legs. Ewww…. It gives me chills just thinking about it. The funny thing is i like it when they rub there feet on me when they are wearing cute little soft girly socks. Then it kind of reminds me of a puppy rubbing on me. I am not sure if i could deal with a chick with no toes, socks or no socks. That might just be a deal breaker
I used to work with a Vietnamese guy. He was a pretty good cook, made the best Vietnamese food i ever had. All he could say in English was ”ugly feet” I think i finally understand that we were kindred souls. All i did was eat his spring rolls, while he was trying to warn my young soul to beware of these atrocities
i should have payed more attention
Tom Waits is one of my hero’s. There is no ifs ands or buts about how much he kicks ass. He’s the drinking mans Bruce Springsteen. His lyrics, and junkyard voice either touches you or it doesn’t. You either get Tom or you don’t. Those that do get him, no explanation is needed. Those of you that don’t. Well, i don’t know what to tell you. i guess you’ve never been drunk, had your heart broken, or no whats it like to crave the sounds of pool balls cracking, the joy of a rusty jukeboxes playing or know the twenty beautiful moments a pack of cigarettes holds. Tom is an old white t shirt with oil stains on it that is softer than anything else you own. He makes me want to drink scotch, smoke cigarettes, wear my heart on my sleeve and tell it like it is.
There are some many songs to pick, i didn’t know where to start. Frankly, i could do a whole web site about how awesome all of his music, his life and his soul is. That being said i chose the track with the best quality os sound that is one of my favorites.
Here you have The Heart Of Saturday Night
MC sent this to me. I am not sure if its a good thing or not that my friends think of me when they see silly drinking video’s. That being said, i think i will adopt this as my new theme song.
What can i say i am a good drunk.

An oldie but a goodie! A friend of mine mentioned the pixies the other day and i found an old shirt from their last tour deep in the back of my truck. After a two hour session of bringing me back in to focus with one of my favorite bands i busted out my old shirt and wore it out on Sunday. As i was strolling down the street and not wearing my headphones (which is unheard of ) and all of the sudden i hear Debaser blaring out of one of the little gay bars on the corner. I had to go in and have a beer. The bar tender laughed that i had on a Pixies shirt and bought me a round. He was probably hitting on me and I took it as a compliment. Nothing beats the Pixies in a strange bar on a Sunday afternoon
Here is Debaser for your pleasure