Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Livin' Is For Other Men

I've got to tell you my tale
Of how I loved and how I failed
I hope you understand

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

All The World's A Stage

Seven ages: first puking and mewling,
Then very pissed off with your schooling,
Then romances and then fights,
Then judging chaps' rights,
Then sitting in slippers, then drooling.

Life as distilled by Shakespeare via Robert Conquest.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009


Love, to her, was something that comes suddenly, like a blinding flash of lightning - a heaven-sent storm hurled into life, uprooting it, sweeping every will before it like a leaf, engulfing all feelings. It never occurred to her that if the drainpipes of a house are clogged, the rain may collect in pools on the roof; and she suspected no danger until suddenly she discovered a crack in the wall.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Simple Mystery

In honor of the Ibanez Marty Friedman MFM2 model guitar...

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Quite Lost


Sunday, August 23, 2009

Two Sides

Within Temptation is one of my favorite bands. In 2008, lead singer, Sharon den Adel, did a single with trance DJ, Armin van Buuren. This was an odd pairing that works extremely well...

Armin van Buuren - In and Out of Love

Within Temptation - What Have You Done Now

Sunday, August 16, 2009

808s, 909s, ARPs, And More

A few songs that I loved in 80s and still listen to a lot today...

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

I have been watching a lot of synth videos on Youtube while sick in bed. Luckily, I stumbled upon this Italian chap by the name of Gianni Proietti. He is an absolutely phenomenal synth player and has mastered the ability of sequencing and playing some pretty amazing pieces in real time. You should check his page and view the Duran Duran, Jean Michel Jarre, and Daft Punk videos. They are all pretty amazing. Below Gianni is playing the closing credits to Bladerunner (originally composed by Vangelis).

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Heaven Coming Down

Crazy As We Are

I am a Mountain.
My words, my sounds are from my beloved.
I am a painting.
My beloved is the painter.
Did you think these are my words?
They are the sounds
Which come after the key turns in the lock.

23rd Street Runs into Heaven

You stand near the window as lights wink
On along the street. Somewhere a trolley taking
Shop-girls and clerks home, clatters through
This before-supper Sabbath. An alley cat cries
To find the garbage cans sealed; newsboys
Begin their murder-into-pennies round.

We are shut in, secure for a little, safe until
Tomorrow. You slip your dress off, roll down
Your stockings, careful against runs. Naked now,
With soft light on soft flesh, you pause
For a moment; turn and face me -
Smile in a way that only women know
Who have lain long with their lover
And are made more viginal.

Our supper is plain but we are very wonderful.

Kenneth Patchen (1911-1972)

Friday, July 31, 2009

A Gentleman Passes...

"It is with great sadness that it has been announced today that Sir Bobby Robson has lost his long and courageous battle with cancer," read a statement released by Robson's family. "He died very peacefully this morning at his home in County Durham with his wife and family beside him."

Sir Bobby, your passion for club and country was simply unparalleled. I will always remember you as a gentleman and true footballing legend. Despite you're being a Geordie through and through, you have earned my respect for your dedication to the beautiful game. It's time for you to put aside the pain and get some rest, fine sir. Until we meet somewhere over the rainbow...

Goodnight, Sir Bobby.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Digging In The Dirt

Yahoo! Astrology gave me this horoscope for the day:

Get a shovel, start digging beneath the surface. Surprises wait to be uncovered.

Personally, I feel like the stars decided to skip giving me any astral insight. If I am uncovering, I'm doing all the work! I feel cheated. Of course, a surprise could be pretty cool as ong as it was worth all of that shoveling. The stars did remind me to listen to one of my favorite Peter Gabriel songs. Cheers, starry sky!

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Script - Break Even

Monday, July 20, 2009

Book Of Love...

... Maybe the book of love is long and boring, but I love it when you read to me.

Thanks, Peter... This is a beautiful song.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Dream About The Days To Come...

Suddenly, I want to watch Dumbo and have a good cry...

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Nutopia - Pigface

Jesus said, "Lay down your arms"
Jesus said, "Children come home"

I saw the best minds of my generation running on empty,
Superglued to the TV,
Dreaming of prosperity,
Talking incessantly,
Saying nothing.

Sleeping on platforms at train stations,
Sipping chemical cocktails,
Alive to the Universe,
Dead to the World.

Hallucinating delusions of media reality in Camden Town,
Desperate in the pursuit of cool.
He's in a suit, she's in a straight jacket,
7-11 nightmares at 3am and the moon is quiet and holy.

Watch all the bridges collide,
Well I think we might have to lay low for a while.

I saw the best minds of my generation caught up in the virtual reality of living.
Memorizing pin numbers and secret codes,
Swaying robotically to non-existent rhythms,
Flashing memberships to clubs so exclusive nobody belongs.

Jesus said, "Lay down your arms"
Jesus said, "Children come home"

Scared shitless, witless, clueless, useless, tightlipped, tightfisted, tightassed, half-assed.
Sniveling, groveling, moaning, groaning.
Sniveling, groveling, moaning, groaning.
Sniveling, groveling,
Sniveling, groveling.

The city's all wrapped up in plastic like an electronic cocoon.
If you lay in the street you can hear it humming,
Building up slowly from underground.

If you close your eyes you can observe the blueprint,
The man-made DNA that spirals breathlessly out of control.
As synapses collapse, bridges snap, into a restless utopia - Nutopia.

Now the rain has arrived and I think we might have to lay low,
Watch all the bridges collide and I think we might have to lay low.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Final Countdown

10 bands you've been listening to a lot lately:
1. Prince
2. Blur
3. Hawkwind
4. Anthrax
6. Mr. Big
8. Motorhead
7. David Bowie
9. Radiohead
10. Peter Gabriel

09 things you look forward to:
1. Manchester United Games
2. Gym
3. Running
4. Playing Guitar
5. New Albums by Favorite Artists
6. Holidays
7. Bike Rides
8. Museum Trips
9. Hikes

08 things you like to wear:
1. Gym Clothes
2. Running sneakers
3. Bracelet
4. Hoodies
5. Manchester United kits
6. Other sporting kits
7. Mizuno running shorts
8. Boxers

07 things that annoy you:
1. Bad Drivers
2. Alarm clocks
3. Megan Fox
4. Poor Runs
5. Chelsea Fans
6. Politicians
7. Any Bugs With Stingers

06 things you say most days:
1. Wicka Wicka
2. Tweet
3. Hey
4. Prrrr
5. Mornin'
6. Wicked Awesome

05 things you do everyday (besides grooming):
1. Play guitar
2. Read
3. Surf The Web
4. Annoy My Cat
5. Workout

04 people you called last:
1. Scott
2. Jeff
3. Sam
4. Greg

03 movies you could watch over and over again:
1. Breakfast At Tiffany's
2. The Crow
3. Solaris (Andrei Tarkovsky)

02 of your favorite songs at the moment:
1. Music Evolution - Buckshot LeFonque
2. Billy Jack Bitch - Prince

01 book you read recently:
1. Let Us Compare Mythologies - Leonard Cohen

Friday, July 10, 2009

Natural Born Bad Ass

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Make Mine a Duncan MacLeod

When you are a Highlander...

1 shot sake
2 shots Scotch whisky
3 tbsp sugar
Crushed ice

Combine pre-chilled sake and scotch in a beer mug. Fill with coke, mix gently and serve.

There can be only one!

Monday, July 6, 2009

Le Tour

Follow it all here!

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Cantina Dreams

Who doesn't love a cantina loaded with fine tasting spirits? It is such a strange and beautiful word... Cantina. Some would say that it is damn near perfect in the way it slips across the tongue - just like a fine tequila. Yet, how did these amazing establishments develop such a catchy title?

The use of the word cantina stretches back quite a ways through history. As early as 1710, the French used the word "cantine" to describe a sutler's shop. The sutler was a civilian merchant that sold supplies to soldiers stationed in the field. As a result, the word cantine/canteen came to mean a "small tin used to carry water or liquor by soldiers on the march." Perhaps another meaning derives from the Latin word canto, or "corner." This would put it closer to the Italian version of cantina which means "wine cellar or vault."

Of course, the word is also used widely in the Spanish-speaking world. This development came about during the latter half of the 16th Century. During this time, the Spanish Empire had large holdings of Renaissance Italy. An early usage of the word cantina was in a sonnet by Spanish poet Francisco Gómez de Quevedo y Santibáñez Villegas. As an aside, Francisco may have the most amazing name ever - Spanish or otherwise...

My two favorite cantinas:
Calle Guerrero, Cabo San Lucas, 23410, Mexico

Frequented by Sammy Hagar

Chalmun's Cantina (or Mos Eisley Cantina)
3324 Outer Kerner Way, Mos Eisley, Tatooine

Frequented by Han Solo

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Hashima Island

Hashima Island was populated from 1887 to 1974 as a coal mining facility. Over the last few decades, it has been slowly rotting away. As the building slowly fall apart, the island has taken on the look of a zombie movie. More recently, it has become the inspiration of artists and authors. Travel to Hashima was re-opened on April 22, 2009 after more than 20 years of closure. Below is a short short documentary put together by the History Channel about this fascinating island. I would love to visit it someday and take pictures. Who is coming with me?

35 Years After People

There are lots of strange and forgotten places around the world. Check out this article for more cool vacation destinations.

Monday, June 29, 2009

... Of Spare Ass Annie

When I became captain of the town, I decided to extend asylum to certain citizens who were persona non grata elsewhere in the area because of their disgusting and disquieting deformities. One was known as Spare Ass Annie. She had an auxiliary asshole in the middle of her forehead like a baneful bronze eye.

Another was a scorpion from the neck down. He had retained the human attribute of voice, and was given to revolting paroxysms of self-pity and self-disgust during which he threatened to kill himself by a sting in the back of his neck. He never threatened anyone else, though his sting would have caused instant death.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

These Heroics

If I had a shining head
and people turned to stare at me
in the street cars;
and I could stretch my body
through the bright water
and keep abreast of fish and water snakes;
if I could ruin my feathers
in flight before the sun;
do you think that I would remain in this room,
reciting poems to you,
and making outrageous dreams
with the smallest movements of your mouth?

- Leonard Cohen, ca. 1956

Thursday, June 25, 2009

She Sleeps in Oz...

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

I'm Your Man

If you want a lover
I'll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I'll wear a mask for you
If you want a partner
Take my hand
Or if you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
I'm your man

If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
I'll examine every inch of you
If you want a driver
Climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know you can
I'm your man

Ah, the moons too bright
The chains too tight
The beast wont go to sleep
I've been running through these promises to you
That I made and I could not keep

Ah, but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
Or Id crawl to you baby
And I'd fall at your feet
And I'd howl at your beauty
Like a dog in heat
And I'd claw at your heart
And I'd tear at your sheet
I'd say please, please
I'm your man

And if you've got to sleep
A moment on the road
I will steer for you
And if you want to work the street alone
I'll disappear for you
If you want a father for your child
Or only want to walk with me a while
Across the sand
I'm your man

If you want a lover
I'll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I'll wear a mask for you

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

I can't find my way home...

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Never To Be Lukewarm

People always tell me how happy I could be,
I'm never gonna find out.
A house in the burbs and a bitchin' SUV,
Is how I'm never gonna wind up.
I didn't know Lennon or King or Kennedy,
But i know one thing, you gotta know yr enemies.
People always tell me how happy I could be,
I'm never gonna find out.
I'm never gonna find out.

Better to suffer it than live under it.
I'm never gonna be just fine, no way.
I'm never gonna be that guy,
I'm never gonna be just fine,
But there are times i need you to remind me.
I'm never gonna be that guy.
I'm never gonna be just fine.
I never wanna say that my best days are behind me.
I never want to be lukewarm again.

If being frightened means that I'll always be aware,
I'm always gonna be scared.
Everybody's got a way of working out the world,
like E is M and C squared
There's Buddha and Mohammad and JC and all them,
and I'm ivri (Baruch ata HaShem).
Everybody's got a way of working out the world,
I'm never gonna find out.
I'm never gonna find out.

There is a summer, its all the time, for every one of us.
There is a summer, its all the time, for every one of us.
There is a summer, its all the time, for every one of us.
There is a summer, its all the time, for every one of us.

I'm never gonna be that guy,
I'm never gonna be just fine,
but there are times I need you to remind me,
I'm never gonna be that guy
I'm never gonna be just fine.
I never wanna say my best days are behind me.
I never wanna say my best days are behind me.
I never wanna say my best days are behind me.
I never wanna be lukewarm again.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

It Won't Rain All The Time, will it...?

We walked the narrow path beneath the smoking skies.
Sometimes you can barely tell the difference
between darkness and light.
Do you have faith in what we believe?
The truest test is when we cannot when we cannot see.

I hear pounding feet in the in the streets below,
and the women crying and the,
and the children know that there,
that there's something wrong,
and it's hard to believe that love will prevail.

Oh it won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
Your tears won't fall forever.

Oh, when I'm lonely,
I lie awake at night
and I wish you were here.
I miss you.
Can you tell me is there something more to believe in?
Or is this all there is?

In the pounding feet, in the,
In the streets below, and the,
And the window breaks and,
And a woman falls, there's,
There's something wrong, it's,
It's so hard to believe that love will prevail.

Oh it won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall

Last night I had a dream.
You came into my room,
you took me into your arms.
Whispering and kissing me,
and telling me to still believe.
But then the emptiness of a burning sea against which we see
our darkest of sadness.

Until I felt safe and warm.
I fell asleep in your arms.
When I awoke I cried again for you were gone.
Oh, can you hear me?

It won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall forever.
It won't rain all the time
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall,
your tears won't fall

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

The Birth of the Summer of Love

This weekend in 1967, the three-day Monterey Pop Festival in California began. The festival saw the first major US appearances by The Who, Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin. Also on the bill: The Byrds, Grateful Dead, Otis Redding, Simon & Garfunkel, The Steve Miller Band, Canned Heat, The Mamas And The Papas, Jefferson Airplane, Buffalo Springfield and The Electric Flag.

John Phillips, of The Mamas and The Papas, would later write ‘San Francisco’ (Be Sure To Wear Flowers In Your Hair) about the festival.

Tickets cost $3.50–6.50 and all of the proceeds went to charity, because the artists agreed to perform for free.

I would have been there with a flower in my hair along with the other 200,000 people that the festival attracted over the long weekend.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Jim Morrison: The Poet

The Wolf,
Who lives under the rock
has invited me
to drink of his cool Water.

Not to splash or bathe,
But leave the sun
and know the dead desert night
and the cold men who play there.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Present? For me?

The day will come when you will ask yourself, "Self, what do I buy for the boy who seems to have it all?" Well, this is the answer to your question:

If you get this for me, I will drive you everywhere and provide endless amounts of love.

Fresh Start

It has been a while since this blog has been updated. Therefore, I am taking it upon myself to correct this woefully negligent course. As ship's captain, I must "Make it so." Still, I have nothing overly important to say at the moment. Rather, I will present you a picture of what my mental road block looked like (and very well still looks like). At the end of the day, I just liked this picture of a rock in the road. I hope you enjoy it, too.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Goodnight, Andrew Wyeth. Goodnight.


July 12, 1917–January 16, 2009