Wednesday, March 30, 2016

.~this really blew my mind~.

  i used to skate my ramp to a lot of black sabbath.... whenever -changes- came on there would be a sort of lull in the session, or as soon as it came on an uncomfortable silence. i got pretty good at launching a skateboard wheel from the top of the ramp into the front of the CD player and making it skip a song or two.... sometimes hitting the eject button that opened the cd drawer and spit out the CD, this was extra funny because my CD player looked like a face and  where the disc went was the mouth. So it was kind of like the Ramps CD player was saying "yuck" to Changes and brought on a good laugh.
   Many times when Sabbath's changes came on and i was alone i'd listen to it the whole way through. As a teen it was relevant, after any breakup it was relevant, i mean shit we're changing everyday. Sometimes my mind would wander thinking about if any trannys were listening to it, pre op, post op.... what have you. Imagine that man.... or woman.... or man/woman, woman/man. Oh man. But really it's a simple love song about a man losing a woman,  which there are millions of. But there is something more significant about this one because it's Black Sabbaths break up song. Ozzy's tossed brain salad saying he so sad that he can't stop crying. What a pussy. But me too right. Crying on my Mom's front steps after getting dumped for the first time almost dry heaving from sadness. What a pussy. Here's to being a giant pussy, getting dumped, crying, and going though "changes".

 this guy absolutely kills this song. amazing job.

a girl named katie owns this bike now.

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Jim Harrison December 11, 1937 – March 26, 2016. Thanks Rich (dr. sprocket) for turning me on to his books.

 yesterday we lost a really amazing writer. Often compared to Hemingway, too often. Bit i read this really good piece about him and about that comparison.... it went something like "Jim Harrison is not as much like Hemingway but more like one of the characters in Hemingway's books"

His poem below holds a lot of weight about his take on life.

Harrison's life was the subject of his 2007 poem "Water."
Before I was born I was water.
I thought of this sitting on a blue
chair surrounded by pink, red, white
hollyhocks In the yard in front
of my green studio. There are conclusions
to be drawn but I can't do it anymore.
Born man, child man, singing man,
dancing man, loving man, old man,
dying man. This is a round river
and we are her fish who become water.

if they're charging $4.95 a box they could at least spell cheese correctly


Monday, March 28, 2016

here's a thought......

 "I'd ride an old bike but i just don't have the time to work on it"..... this is said to me so often, usually by some one on a new harley that i'm guessing isn't feeling confident about their -biker- status.

   who cares....  when i see a band i don't  walk up to the guitar player and say... "i'd play guitar on stage, but i just don't have the time" or maybe next time I have a good meal i'll tell the chef "i'd make food like that too, but i just don't have the time."  Or maybe the next art show i got to I'll tell the artist "i'd have an at show too.... i just don't have the time. 

   what the fuck... just do you.
 some of us have spent years working on these things, it's not just time. Its practice, and failure, and dedication. 
  So it's a trend to have an old bike now, so it's just something you buy and  "wrench on" then your girlfriend comes out in an indian headdress, bedazzled in fringe and you bang on your panhead chopper while listening to outlaw country. i get it. 

 now if i, look at your new bike and say... "id love a new bike, i just don't have the money" that seems make sense. 
  Just be stoked you have a fucking bike to ride and enjoy it.
**note- I'm still an idiot.