When camping, I find a good book helps to set the calming, relaxing, slow-paced vibe of living like a pampered homeless person. I just cracked open NOFX’s The Hepatitis Bathtub and Other Stories, and it’s absolutely, without question, batshit crazy… in the best, possible sense of the term. Anyway, no records this round. Just ZZ Top’s first album over the iPod, good company, and random-ass NOFX stories. Life is good.
Category Archives: Misc
Brain Candy – Side A
Happiness Pie has been bouncing around my head for the past few days… let’s make this happen!
Stereophonic
Some significant art for the insignificant age.
Lost within the Fringes
This morning, while laying on the floor, questioning life after a stupid run, I contemplated which record deemed worthy of the next spin. In my mind, I’m still laying on the floor… contemplating… happy Friday, kids.
Luau, Luau, Luau, Luau
So, let’s be honest here. A compilation album of majestic, Hawaiian-fused festivities is certainly something of a necessity, BUT… with tropical-minded recipes affixed to the back cover, well, that’s a record well worth acquiring.
5.4
May, the yeah, be good.
The Last BBQ
Stupid ballgame plans are keeping me from attending what may be the last Punk Rock BBQ at Liquid Kitty. Stupid building owners not renewing leases make the top of my shit list, and are the reasons for the lack of Punk Rock BBQs. By far the best invite design, that I’ve seen, I may have to finagle some things to make this one happen. Afterall, there will always be more ballgames, am I right?
So, This Looks Fun
A recently discovered, record related work beer. 🙂
Gates Unfolded
Ever wondered what a 43 year old, coma-inducing, Texas blues dish looked like? Stupid question… of course you have! The pearly gatefold to ZZ Top’s 1973 masterpiece Tres Hombres offers the photographic answer to your yearning question. Let’s hope none of you are lactose intolerant. Alright, who’s hungry? Tums available in the web store.
On Display
The classics, they tend to linger, much like this 1959, Alfred E. Neuman number inspired by MAD Magazine. Redheads with wide ears littered across the globe united as their proclaimed mascot sought 12″ by 12″ fame with this release. He displays wonderfully, and spins satisfactorily.
Cuff Tity
So, this is a bit odd. I’d recently (past few weeks) attempted to purchase (twice) a few records from http://www.tuffcity.com. Seems easy enough, for sure, right? I’d entered my CC and email info, had gotten the order confirmation and all, when excitement started to settle in. Cheap-ass records, no, wait, ESSENTIAL records at a discount, and this shit was flat, straight denied. Funds returned. I’d sent email after email, asking for any sense of gimmie denial, but was left in the dark. Today I rechecked the shop to confirm this post, and everything was taken down. Le sigh. The long road it is.
Check Your (Tape) Head
Another recent obsession in analog media, and the consolidated cassette collection is fully functional. You see, there was a time, not too long ago, where I’d (stupidly) given away 90% of my cassette tapes. I’d already owned them on CD / vinyl / both, or some type bollocks, but now, I’m kicking myself for not holding onto these rectangular treasures. As you can see, the essentials remained in my custody, and today… FINALLY, I’m able to enjoy them again.
Record player (x3), check! Compact disc player, check! 8-track player, (really?) check! Cassette player… well, it’s about damn time!
GRR
Hidden legacies sealed on virgin vinyl. GR050 untouched.
Early Morning Spins
This kicked off our day… what was yours?
Endless Happiness
When the fiancée digs for records…
King for A Day, Whore for A Week
It’s difficult to subjectively analyze Operation Ivy’s sole album, Energy. First introduced to these ears by means of bootleg cassette (in 1994), then rebranded by a Best Buy purchased CD (in 1996), then refurbished by various vinyl incarnations throughout my 22+ years of record collecting. Save for London Calling, there is no better pure punk-ish classic, as far as I’m concerned, than Energy. Think the Abbey Road of punk, for those not in the loop. Anyway, those who know me, know that clear vinyl records represent both the epitome of any given release, and the buck with which I stop. Proper, legitimate albums graduate to clear vinyl, then they are never purchased again.#onmywaytosavetheworld
Mining the Bowels of 50-Year-Old Technology
So, yeah… didn’t know this photo existed until today… this photo of me adhering the intricate nuances of the cabinet record player’s newly lubricated intestines. She’s a solid, working machine, now, and I’m a prideful, greasy funnel for 33 1/3 rpm joy.
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Today was a solid day of ear-shoving Fantomas through the brain canals, and lame-sauce vinyl-digitizing, to shine a romantic light onto things. Physical, protruding virus notwithstanding, these ears are callused beyond acceptable comprehension, yet, these loins long for more…
Life…
Yesterday was a laborious day of (regular work) and tickle-fixing the1966 Philco. She’s fully functional, speed-accurate, and bass-nasty (as she always was). This, for those keeping count, is the 3rd time I’ve opened her up to correct the speed issue, and six albums / 38 hours later, she’s running smooth and strong as ever. 50 motha’ flippin’ years old (1966 -2016), this tired ol’ bitch, and she still sounds absolutely amazing!
O and O
1. a long wandering or voyage usually marked by many changes of fortune
and
2. a person (as a priestess of ancient Greece) through whom a deity is believed to speak
(thanks MW: www.merriam-webster.com)
The Prudent Groove 