Saturday, July 24, 2010

An Anchorage Bike Messenger Thing Boost

Now I admit I don't get out much anymore so, I only know these cats from You Tube, never seen 'em live but I put this video on one of my rambling posts because I thought they knew how to talk about this weird place and next month they're opening for Snoop Dog. Just sayin' and keeping it real, kidding. Congrats guys hope to make the show.

Friday, July 16, 2010

That's Kirk. Yeah, like fuckin Star Trek

Miss you Dad. In 1969, the year of Woodstock my father purchased the album that this video came from. I was four. He came home and immediately put it on the record player. Mom ducked out somewhere. I stuck around. It's my first memory of seeing my Dad experience joy. One of my favorite Albums of all times. Thanks, ya Old Bastard. Rest in peace.
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Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Some day I'm gonna quit this shit.

Says the crackhead
Says the junkie.
Says the bike messenger,
But just let me get high, really high like when I started,
Just one more time then,
I'm done no, really I'm done.
Yeah right.
When they pull the stem out of your mouth,
When they pull the needle out,
When they pull the bike from your cold dead thighs.Back when I had my first taste this song was a new one. It had the rhythm of winter at least winters then which are not as good as winter now. Melodic, thrash, melodic, thrash repeat as needed

Sunday, June 20, 2010

I remember

Early on during our courtship coming down west high hill, cutting through the stoner golf course rolling onto I st. mid-winter as the sun rose, this song would roll through my head.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Sweet Darlin' let me play ya some songs

My mentality it's a little gangsta as you watch the video note a couple key things after our protagonist lines up his dream date he says. "As I hit the door thinkin' will I live another twenty four" same thing when I hit the door, he determines it's a good day based as much on the bad things that did not happen as the good things that did. Like him I am a professional criminal. True my crimes are traffic violations mostly and the violence is mostly directed at me and no compact Glock on my belt but still it's close everyday could be your last you play that way, you make love that way, like it could be the last time like the hammer could fall any time and you tell yourself you didn't have a choice but you can't even imagine living any other way....... and then I have some other issues

but baby doll I'm yours to have and to hold and I will do the best that I can. I still gotta be me

Sunday, June 13, 2010

A song for Toronto

You've got the G20 coming up, now, closest I got to something like that was this whaling conference." The Man" expected the worst and he was ready but there were no fake anarchists. Nothing happened "The Man"was alert but bored and I obeyed the letter of the law, the story had a happy ending, "The Man" did not bother me, but it was a.

and it was anoyying. Just thinking about you and wishing for the best and hoping your cops will be as bored as mine were.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Do a little dance

Today I found myself wondering if I still had "it" in me. That thing that makes a messenger, well,..... a messenger? Have I become to soft, to comfortable? Can I still throw down? Yes, oh thank the God I don't believe in, oh yes I can still dance!