Right song wrong version.

Just a tad fucked and when I posted that song for you my brother I was all fucked-up and I should have posted this one,made before it hit the charts or at the least made sure it wasn't the one that cuts out in the middle. Now, this song is for you my brother

He could play that harp

And I'm not quite ready to talk about this shit. He was my friend and I miss him and he died and here's a song for you my brother 'cause you loved the blues and it's cold outside but it feels a little colder now.

And I miss you...

All those things we were going to do and all that fun we would have and No not gonna happen and it's not your fault and I forgive you and I hope you can forgive me, and I miss you but I don't grieve for you 'cause you're with Jesus or where ever you were supposed to go but I grieve  for me, I'm here on Earth and I feel a little cheated but it's not the first time and dam I miss you. Now here is this song I used to like. It might cheer me up a bit.

I miss you more then all the others, this song is for you my brother

and that's all I have to say about that 'cept Mark I miss you more then all the others.

Feelin' a little old

In the grand tradition of "the messenger bar" they were playing this song that featured the first name of one the employees maybe they meant to taunt or flatter I don't know and I started thinking back to when my friends in this kick-ass party band did a rocking cover of that pop song and it hit me she had not even been born yet when they did that song. I'm told one night some dip-shit kept asking for her number and she gave him 867-5309. Good girl.

I like to think I'm a good person but fact is this is who I am and this is what I am

I walk with death, I'm ready to kill I can't leave the house unarmed and that's okay 'cause I'm taking all that fuck-upedness and I'm using it for good, no really, yeah that's it take the negative and turn it to the greater good, No that's a tad silly but here in this place we live there are some really crazy fucks and sometimes you have to get in to their heads and crawl around for a bit, make them think you're just as fucked up, sometime you get stuck in that crazy space, try to write about it and leave a half-finished thought on your blog for three hours, draft isn't just a word about beer, dam it! A to the L to the A to the S to the  motherfuckin' K.

Play a song for the troops

The local classic rock station did that during the first Gulf War, Operation Desert Fox they called it. Being something of a music historian I wanted to do my bit. What was that song my buddy who was a DJ in Viet Nam turned me on to. Yeah, that's it my "classic rock" dedication. Strangely they didn't play it.

Video 'o the day

It's not like that, it's like this.

Video 'o the day

There will be no nostalgia and there was no nostalgia.

Bill, I miss you like all the others

We talk about "deliver or die". On one of Bill's deliveries they shot him right out of the sky, he spent eight months as a guest of the North Koreans. I hope some day to be that hard. Bill would from time to time corner some youngster and berate him for how worthless and weak he and his generation were. I don't know where I'm going with this but this song is for you my brother I miss you like all the others.

I'm so happy I could just shit.

My late father had a poster of a cartoon frog with that caption. For him it was an ideal, a moment. this is my moment I am the cartoon frog.

It's my birthday today happy, happy, birthday to me.

Hey, weren't we supposed to be having vacations on the moon by now? Where's my electric car that actually works?

When I was a child I asked what's it all mean?

As I got older I started to make sense of it all. Be seeing you.

Video of the day

Sometimes I feel like.. but not right now, too much bullshit running through my brain to organize it in any kind of coherent fashion but I did update an old post .

Do Freebird!

That once was a joke and it was dam funny, yes it was. Catch me on karaoke night I know all the lyrics, these are the birds you can not change...........now that joke is extra funny, do Freebird......

The more you live, the faster you will die.

In my last post when I imagined myself riding as a messenger, I was Falco dancing above the streets, now I'm just some asshole in a mini-van with a list at the grocery store, riding a Surly Big Dummy. In terms of eighties music it's Freshaire 1-I've already lost interest over your insipid crap. I favor the bike trails I take it easy now and sometimes I walk.
and then when someone you knew died it was quick brutal and terrible but it was quick and that's how you assumed it would go for you but you know what they say about those who assume. Now they go slow just as brutal and terrible but slow and now that's how you might go.

On the road

You were cool, stylish, fast, dodging the cops while working for the man and when you talked about it, seamed like you were talking in a foreign tongue, But alless klar heir commissar.

I guess I should change the name of the blog considering...

Video of the day

It's a tad long and a tad simplistic and it glosses over a lot of shit but there was some good in the sixties beside the tunes. This was the runner up and maybe I got some big long sociopolitical commentary I want to make but fuck me it's late and my teeth hurt.

Hey,buddy I'm sorry

So, that night when we was having dinner at Simon s separately. Sorry, my other buddy had to be a jackass.

You take the good, you take the bad and there you have the facts of.......hipsters?

No I don't hate you as individuals I just hate you as a group, hate is a strong word, hate carries passion and violence, no I can not hate.When an individual rides in the rain or the snow, I'll be nice, I will treat that individual with the respect he or she deserves. The rest of you fair-weather hipster-fixster dip-shits Ya'all can kiss my rebel dick. Ya know the station manager who fired me from the collage radio once asked if I hated her, I said. "You're too pretty to hate." Now she's Steven Tyler's fiance' and I wish her well, no really.

Video o' the day more Petula Clark

I think my lovely wife might play this number for me.

Your life between 1996 & 1999, How would you describe it?

I was a bike messenger in Anchorage and it went a little like this. It was cold yet tropical and at the same time every thing was wrong and at the same time right, I was a bike messenger in Anchorage, tropical hotdog night.
and then I met the girl who wanted to meet and feed  the monster and we lived happily ever after.

3 out of 4

The last four posts I edited three, I didn't think I had said what I wanted to say when I drunkenly shat them out like a good stinky nasty beer shit ( stealing from Bukowski I guess) but there was one perfect beer shit I left alone.

Video of the day

Don't know why? Wanna cry.
Maybe just maybe it has something to do with that distorted view we have of the past. When we think about the late sixties we imagine hippies under foot and all the greats of what we now call classic rock. The reality is, this was a big hit, if you lived any place where they had radios that played music this would be the song far more likely to be stuck in your head, not The Door's or The Airplane or Hendrix or any of that cool groovy shit. I'm told that when I was a tiny child just learning to speak I would join in at the chorus when it played on the radio. A song about a part of town the middle class was fleeing and it was starting to get a little scary. Let's go Downtown. Thing's 'll be great when we're Downtown..there's a certain irony in there somehow 'cause irony can be pretty dam ironic when you think about it, so  forget all your troubles forget all you cares and let's go downtown. Thing's 'll be great when we're Downtown.                                     

Talkin' 'bout the Joker.

They tell me he's a fraud and a joke, he got on BET afterdark, he had the cars and the girls at least on camera, yeah that living room is part of the lobby of the Cook and they might of hacked the elevator at 520 L but he worked with Bizzy Bone, fake, wannabe, whatever? No ones ever written and videoed  about this town like he did, at the same time captured a part of our "unique frontier spirit" something that is Anchorage that is beyond culture or group, something timeless an attitude, if you will.  So, roll up a vega for the Joker, we goin' club hoppin'. The video part of the first song below, it just shows that perfect summers day off in Anchorage, the song speaks for itself. The second song well it's just darn cute and cut off too short.Gansta, legitimate businessman, black, white or whatever. Money comes and goes and we try real hard not fuck with each other. We party a tad harder then we should, that's how we roll up north So, roll up a Vega for the players and ride safe, wear a condom.

Hey. Courtney...

Ya know those dollar bills I put on your twat back when you were working at the downtown Bush.. I want 'em back.http://youtu.be/A2k-G_kIkDw

I'm too much with myself I wanna be someone else

We all want to be someone else. Being me and being you that's a lot of work. I have to ask myself back in the seventies when people were putting on their cowboy boots getting ready to ride that mechanical bull and the still living cowboys looked upon those dip-shits did they hate, like I hate, were they like me one step away from doing some real anti-social bullshit did they want to drag some worthless fuck into the inlet and remind them you pay a price for fashion? So yeah put on those skinny jeans, throw that cool Chrome bag on and hop on your stylin' fixie, go ahead pretend to be what you can never be, imagine what it's like, run your little alleycat and know you'll never know what we are and you'll never feel what we feel and never know what we know but yeah, ya' look cool there cowboy. There's a brand new dance they do it over there but they don't do it here. beep beep. Oh, yeah feel free to go fuck yourselves.

So.

I had wanted to take a moment to reflect on all the nights events and perhaps write a little bit about the most wonderful of those, stories of love, kindness, respect and friendship but I had to think about the one negative encounter and now it's to late and I'm to tired. All I've got left is a song that reminded me of my wife when I played it staying up to late missing her last week.

Nice bag....

Asshole. If you're gonna steal our style at least kiss my ass a little or take a compliment like a human being, Mr. Fashionvictim. Fuck you, no really fuck you and the whore you rode in on, didn't see any bike but I'm to polite to say that, this time and well I'm at it, I can tell you aint from 'round here son, wearin' them sandals with no socks in May.  15 seconds you gave me 15 reasons to hate your hipster ass. Play me out my brother.

Ya' know....

Just gotta sayOne thing about Anchorage not to many tall buildings. Every couple years or so someone would go to "The Cook" and do an asphalt swan dive. Always seamed to miss the action, never saw them scrape up the street pizza on all those hangover mornings.

So there I was

and it was like this. Not like that more like something else. When you finally quit this messenger shit something has to replace that rush. I don't know what I'm trying to say maybe because all night I've been trying to find that thing the thing I got every day for fourteen mother fuckin' years and they paid me for it. Where can I get that without going to war, becoming a cop or some other high danger thing or turning junkie. I miss my two wheeled drug buddy she always came through. "There's still some of the same stuff we got yesterday." Yeah, but that stuff is starting to hurt,,,,,,,,,In a moment of weakness I almost put in a certain song and it would have worked with the theme I was going for but ya' know there's a reason I didn't.

Hey Baby just gotta say

You thank me for some small thing I did because you asked me to. Well of course I did because..........

Doctor, it hurts when I do this.

Well, stop doing that.

Now that I have retired

I thought it was going to be like this just a perfect day all round, but wait a moment shit aint like that where I'm from a place  just a tad more diverse comin' straight out of Spenard mother fucker and now I gotta deal with these bouji ass fuckers well it's just funny making small talk about a funny thing my friends did twenty years ago well, it's just funny. I didn't want to scare you but now that you're scared of me just a tad , well good, yeah that's good maybe you should be a little scared, not like if you piss me off and I might get all Spenard about it......

Shirly I can't miss your birthday

Happy birthday to you since I ran into you and your husband at the end of my bike ride on your birthday and maybe it was  the way you looked at him, I've had this song stuck in my head all night and it's true, yes it' true this song stuck in my head until I'm galloping through the morning dew  and I hope that you and he,  had the best birthday all night. "cause it's true that I'm going to........wish you both well......
.back when I was on the collage radio I would have played this is dedication to you  two,.not your fault really, one time we got frozen rain I had a "Steely Dan" song stuck in my head for days.

Video of the day

If we were not good people and if our cat were not sleeping on my part of the bed. This would not be my video of the day and I wouldn't be burning for you.....well not as much maybe having quenched the flame but maybe you spark a flame that can't be quenched, just know I'm burning,,,
but just maybe today deserves another video 'cause I'm like a rock and you roll me
and oh. yeah, there's just one more little thing I need to discuss, just one more little thing...or two....

video o' the day

"cause we al need an angel

They were all my friends and they...

Raymond, Uncle Wayne, this
From Moving Target:

As reported by BBC News, a cyclist was killed after a collision with a coach on Wormwood Street last Friday (3rd February 2012). Various posters on the Moving Target forum expressed their concern that it was a courier, and Rico Logistics have apparently confirmed that it was Henry. If this is the case, then Henry would be the 9th London bicycle messenger known to have been killed whilst working.
I’m sure that all Moving Target readers & posters will join me in expressing shock and dismay. My condolences to friends and family. There’s some talk on the forum of a ride on Friday. Watch that space.

I got nothing to say. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. I'm going to run out of versions of this song.

I try so fucking hard to explain this shit

It's not about the money, if it were just that..... well. we wouldn't be having this conversation. It's about honor and it's about having a code to live by. It's about doing your fucking job and doing it well and not having to take shit from inferiors and well, fuck it try as I might I can't explain it no more then I can explain "The American Dream" Yeah fuck it, you'll never get it

Video of the day

No this don't say nothing about my life, nothing to see here folks.

Ah Mamma can this really be the end.....

There comes a time when you just have to stop.  You tell yourself that it's just for a little while and after a time you will be back on the road where there are no lies, only truth sometimes brutal and ugly sometimes beautiful and wonderful and you are one with it all in that cosmic flow. Then one day it's. "Go ahead stick a fork in my ass, fuck it, I'm done." This may be the roughest winter since my rookie years and I'd sell my soul to be right there in it, riding the big snows and the sub-zero lows. fuck fuck fuckity fuck.