Song of the day

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 

Just a thought about feet

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

Song of the day

 

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

A glorious night

Tiny Tina was at the local strip club last night and i got to stick a dollar in her little garder. She slapped her plump midget butt and pinched my cheek It was a good night and i bought a lottery ticket and a corn dog.

New Theme Song!

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.

Song of the day

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

Im okay with this

Contentment is a strange thing. I am not sure it is a good thing as you become less hungry with it. I have decided my path of working a couple days a week, writing a few things a month, DJing here and there, boozing two nights a week (okay four) running races and traveling as much as possible works for me.

I used to want to be a rock star, i wanted to be a film maker, i wanted to be a famous author. To quote a friend of mine when put to the test of continuing his film career he said, “fuck it.” I’m not saying i don’t want to write or make films or play music anymore ,i think i am okay with the results not being earth shattering and huge. For the first time in a long time i actually like what i am doing,  for me that is pretty huge. My stomach isn’t growling but i don’t have a headache.

Song of the day

I love music, all kinds anytime and any where. I live my life with headphones on and speakers blaring at all times. I love a soundtrack to everything i do. For me it makes the world a better place and i feel like i am constantly the star in my own video. I figured i would share my music with the world. As you all know my taste is amazing and perfect most of the time, so here is my gift to you

JYAG RADIO! (or at least some cool songs im digging you can link to. )

This week i discovered Vampire Weekend. A small girl at a vegitarian restruant was dancing around to them last night and it sold me. They are very New York City, a little Afro Beat, and some Talking Heads. Check them out.

Here is a pretty cool song called A-PUNK

Here is a video of them live

If you know anything good our there music wise let me know

I think I’m paranoid or am i just stoned

Where are my keys? Why is she looking at me? I think that was a shark that moved past my leg. I bet that dude i work with is a cop. Street lights turn off when i walk by them. I sleep with my light on. Frogs freak me out. Everything comes in 8’s I hate the number 8. So i wonder, am i paranoid or am i just stoned?

Its funny the things that freak us out. I am not sure where my fears and paranoia come from or why they are there . I have decided to break down my fears from the list above and figure out why i am the way i am and if i am paranoid or just stoned

1.Where are my keys?

I can never find them . For a while i thought that a ghost or a leprechaun was sent to hide my important goods like my keys and my wallet when ever i was in a hurry, after thinking about it there is no way a leprechaun could be in my house because i have a leprechaun/ghost repellent candle i bought on eBay and it has a guarantee. I always take a hit off my bong before i go out. Verdict – Stoned

2. Why is she staring at me

I swear she is. when ever I’m not looking i can see it from the corner of my eye. She is quick and crafty, she must be checking out my awesomeness or the booger that is always hanging out of my nose lately. Damn boogers – Verdict – paranoid

3. I think that was a shark that moved past my leg

It was. I know it. They are waiting for me for a tasty lunch. they want to munch on my creamy white white thighs. Damn Jaws movies Verdict – paranoid

4. I bet that dude i work with is a cop

He’s always asking me for weed. His hair cut is to close . He smells like a cop. I always smoke a bowl before i go to work. He’s suspect for sure. Verdict – stoned

5. Street lights turn off when i walk by them.

It happens all the time. I tell all my Friends about my Powder like powers. I wish i could harness it for the powers of good and control the lighting where ever i am. i would create a wonderful blinky light show where ever i went. People would pay to be around me at night and i could be the Wayne Newten of silly super powers Verdict – Stoned

6. sleep with my light on.

Yes there are monsters under my bed only scared away by the glory of my sleeping lamp. i am a pussy. Verdict – Paranoid

7. frogs freak me out.

Not sure why. Maybe its because of all the stores i read when i was a kid where the frog would turn in to someone like a prince or a globetrotter or Kenny Chesney Those things really fucking scare my. verdict – paranoid

8. The number 8

I was never afraid of the number 8 but then i smoked a joint to do research on paranoia and i read online that the fear of the number 8 was a real fear and now its all i see everywhere. I have eight pairs of dirty under ware, there are 8 cats in my alley, i had 8 missed calls yesterday, there are 8 beers in my fridge, my tab at The Cafe yesterday was $8.88 i have 8 ex girlfriends, the year is 2008. 8 is fucking everywhere and its coming for you to so be warned. Verdict – Paranoid and stoned

There you have it. I have come to the conclusion that i am a paranoid stoner and should not leave my house unless under the protection of my leprechaun candle.

Midget Monday

My lawyer buddy Ashby sent this article to me last week. I have been waiting all week to unleash the awesomeness of it. Unlike the midgets that fight lions and lose, these sporty little guys are for real and are kicking ass in the 9-10 yr old circuit in Brazil. I think its high time America got its shit together and put its own ass kicking midget soccer team together to destroy the Brazilians and go for complete world domination.

The team work and heart displayed by these little people is an inspiration to us all. God i hope there is a midget cheer-leading team rooting these guys on. That would be fantastic. i would even be into sponsoring that. Imagine it… JYAG’s very own Midget Cheer-leading Squad. We could tour, i could be their pied piper, we could have a bus, not even a short bus, but a real one because there would be to many little ones in cheer leading skirts to fit in a short bus. We could have a theme song. Something Men at Work – like i come for a land down under – or maybe Electric Avenue by Eddie Grant. The possibilities are endless.

Have a good day!

Dwarf Soccer Team Becoming A Big Hit In Brazil

A little soccer team in the largest country in South America is proving to be a big sensation with the football-frenzied populace. And we do mean little.

The LONDON SUN has the snapshots & The DAILY TELEGRAPH has the story of a squad in Brazil featuring a roster entirely filled by dwarves (or midgets, or vertically-challenged individuals, or whichever moniker makes you feel most comfortable).

And the team name they’ve given themselves? Gigantes del Norte. Translation: “Giants of the North.” Oh, the irony!

Yet, the pint-sized pitchmen are becoming a huge hit with Brazilian fans, with their games against under-13 opponents “drawing massive crowds” in their home base of the city of Belem.

So, was the team put together as some sort of small joke? Not at all:

Managed by professional coach Carlos Lucena, the Giants were put together in an effort to raise the profile of dwarves in Brazilian society and challenge ’sizeist’ attitudes.

And it’s definitely a lot less demeaning than dwarf tossing or dwarf bowling.

and here is some video