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Monday, December 26, 2011
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Aarons Selling his Beezer!
Thats slang for 1964 BSA B40.
Chexk it out here!
http://chico.craigslist.org/mcy/2763385143.html
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Sing a long Thursday!!
"You'll get it right sometime. You will."
I tell myself that everyday.
"You don't need to latch on to anything.
You'll just end up back here
In your little limbo scene."
It's repetitious and exhausting.
I might need some therapy;
Anything to keep me in check through the day.
Don't think about your lover.
You're already steady shaking."
I might need a sedative,
But I hate the taste of medicine.
"You just need to let her go."
These pills shaking in my hand
Just make me feel defeated,
Like I'm not able to just let her go away.
I hate this place but I love these chords.
"An empty fate just means an even score."
And the pain this morning...
It filled my head.
It's Jameson.
It means that I'm not dead.
And I just can't seem to get away
There's no such thing as escape,
Even with the sedatives
You're always in the same state,
Clutching to a limbo scene.
You're never changing anything,
You just stop the shaking.
And it's constantly repeated through the days.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Bad Brains Opened for The Beastie Boys
The first "real" concert I ever went to, besides "The Janitors Against Apartide" (hippie band from Quincy that played Ramones covers) I think the year was 1994 or 1995. The location was in Sacramento at Cal Expo. Two car loads of mountain folk kids headed to the big booming metropolis of Sac town. Found some guy in the parking lot that said hed make the concert a lot better if we ate these. Dude seemed legit. Ill never forget H.R. and Dr. Know spray painting themseleves and each other while playing and singing. The dreads on these guys were probobly the first Id ever seen in person and they were now glowing with all the paint. After that show I was hooked on the Punk rock and my love for the Beastie Boys slowly started to wither away.
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