Les Fleurs du mal

Classmate from high school: “Did you join the circus?”

Me: “I am the circus.”

Facebook is good for fuckin’ with these people.

Muddy Waters and Howlin’ Wolf

Muddy Waters and Howlin’ Wolf

“Well, frankly, dear-you’re going to have to make a choice between the paw-paw negro blowtorch and me.”

The Flaming Lips with Nels Cline doing “I Want You (She’s So Heavy)”. Goddamn.

Nels is probably 75% of the reason I began taking the guitar seriously so many years ago. Great to see him doing so much and doing so well.

I am drinking a beer, watching Too $hort soundcheck. My inner-8th grader is very happy.

Only since reconnecting on Facebook with one of the very few good teachers I had growing up, did I learn that her husband was the original singer for Debris’.

Chickasha, representin’, y’all!

timekiller-s:

Debris - “One Way Spit” - Static Disposal

“proto-punk” first released back in 1975

Oh … wow.

Supposedly they are playing at The Deli in Norman Thursday night (January 25). But since I may have been incorrect the last time I posted a show date for somebody, don’t quote me on that. I just saw it in last week’s Norman, Etc. (Friday insert in the Norman Transcript).

And if there is a show, I can’t go because of work.

Anyway, Debris, folks. They have a very special place in Oklahoma rock.

Paging Rossi: I need to reclaim this from you!

Paging Rossi: I need to reclaim this from you!

This is our Facebook page, if you care to “like” us.

Chickens Come Home (1931)

Chickens Come Home (1931)

If you don’t change some things….or change your mind on some things….well…..you just might be dead, friend.

Yes, Jane Russell, I will lick your armpit if you supply a shot of tequila and a lime to go with it.

Yes, Jane Russell, I will lick your armpit if you supply a shot of tequila and a lime to go with it.

I worry that my charms are completely lost on non-whites. Such a pity. They’re usually the only people I want to impress.

Isn’t this guy about the coolest motherfucker? Ray Davies was genetically engineered to give the world great songs.

Ace Frehley sticker got me a $5 tip at the cafe for serving a cup of coffee.
Ace Frehley button just got me a free beer.

It pays to love Ace. I grew up hating KISS- it makes me happy when I change my mind. (Though plenty of KISS is worth hating.)

Historically, I’ve never believed in the supernatural- but I might have a haunted pair of blue jeans.