Wednesday, August 31, 2011


What'd you think, they were gonna serve it up with a side of fried potatoes and and sprig of parsley

Monday, August 29, 2011

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Thursday, August 25, 2011

No More KIngs

Jump in lets save the world

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Lettuce Move On Up

Life is like a day at Chuckie Cheese's
You can score all the points you want
But at the end of the day all you can do is turn in your tickets for worthless crap that will be broken before you can get home with it

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Its a shame

The aforementioned 1% of everybody who was anybody who I did not see live in the 70's included The Spinners.

The one who really made The Spinners special, Philipe Wynne, left The Spinners and joined the US Funk Mob and became an associate of George Clinton. Seems he came up with Bootzilla and they stuck together when times got good.

So I can say that I did see Phillipe Wynne live, just not with The Spinners. He was truly one of the seven wonders of the Universe. And it is a shame that he was gone so soon.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Call it what you want

I call it perpetuating the worst instincts in people and appealing to their ignorance for personal gain.

And it truly is a sad spectacle to behold.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Saturday, August 20, 2011


We gotta stay tuned, Cuz there's more to see

Through the technical difficulties

We might have to take a break, But ya'll know we'll be back next week

I'm singing this love is unbreakable

Friday, August 19, 2011

My sacrifice

Is there supposed to be this much water

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Payback is a mother

I was fortunate enough to see The Godfather of Soul once or twice live while he was still in his prime, with the full power and majesty of the JBs on display and in effect including half nekkid dancing girls. It was truly a thing to behold, especially for an impressionable and musically oriented young fellow.

I can tell you, I witnessed live shows for 99% of everybody who was anybody in the 70's and truly, James Brown was in fact the hardest working man in show business. I won't sit here and tell I remember how long the show lasted. But I can tell you by the time he took is last bow, I was exhausted and ready to go home.

It was loud, sweaty and funky beyond comprehension. There was shit happening that I had never seen before. The horn players were twirling horns, doing choreographed dance routines and playing syncopated hit it and quit it licks on their instruments that simply defied the laws of physics. Don't let anybody fool you, Walmart and Toyota didn't have shit on JB when they thought they invented Just In Time delivery. You literally found yourself rooting for them to get the horn to their lips and make it to the mic in time to hit that one one note. I mean there was so much going on on stage that the spectacle of it all was enough to give you an epileptic fit.

And there wasn't a whole bunch of talking to the audience either, about bullshit nobody didn't want to hear. It was just a man and his band, putting in work.

And to think that by the 80's it was all gone. Not just JB but the whole music scene was one big gelatinous pile of highly produced, under talented, over hyped crap. I really do pity young people today who have never seen a real band perform music so funky you had to burn your clothes after the show.


Wednesday, August 17, 2011

I hate telemarketers

Once again, these sombitches have carved out an exception for themselves.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Tarmac babies and dog whistles

Now boarding

How come whenever these sombitches decide to do the right thing it somehow accrues to their benefit.

What's wrong with free ice cream for everybody in the vicinity when the ice cream truck breaks down.

Friday, August 12, 2011

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

What it comes down to

Sometimes I wish that there were more straight ahead jazz playing in my head, but this is what I'm hearing so this is what you get.

At least the music is still playing, and there is nothing worse than when the music stops because you never know when or if it will return. The worse years of my life were when the music stopped.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Shoot the jumper

Remember, the best offense is a good offense

Sunday, August 7, 2011

The power of zero

The most powerful force in the universe is the number zero.

Infinity seems so, well, unlimited.

But going on forever and ever can be quite limiting. And infinity is not so much a number as it is a concept. You cannot press the infinity button on your calculator.

So that leaves us with good old Mr. goose egg to enforce a limitation on the limitless.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Back Door Coups

What bothers me are the people who wield the alternate reality like a mighty sword. You know the people who piss down your back and start talking about the rainy weather we've been having lately.

You know its one thing to come home and catch someone who has been screwing your spouse and beating your dog but then having the decency to crawl through the bathroom window to try to escape the consequences of their actions.

Its quite yet something else to come home to catch someone who claims innocence because they never got an invitation to the wedding. And what dog? I don 't see no dog! I have never once heard that animal bark. For all I know it is a hippopotamus. Have you even contemplated the repercussions of trying to maintain a hippo in this environment. How dare you expose us to the risk of this hippopotamus. I think you owe the people of this burg an apology

At which point you go "OK then".

Which is apparently the point.

Monday, August 1, 2011