Oooof!

Last night I was unwinding after dinner and scrolling through YouTube when I came across a young-ish lady doing a reaction video for the song “Time Stand Still” by Rush.  Lately I’ve been getting a kick out of seeing the younger gen’s reaction to classic rock songs, but the ones featuring Rush I find are particularly entertaining.  That band seems to absolutely blow the minds of everyone under 40, and it’s fun to see.  It reminds me of hearing them for the first time as a kid.  I can still remember the first time I heard “Tom Sawyer” – it was the summer between 7th and 8th grade for me – and I was forever changed that day. 

Out of curiosity, I clicked on the vid wondering what this youngster was going to think of this particular tune.  I’ve watched a number of Rush reaction videos, but I’ve never seen one for that song.  I don’t  think I’ve even heard that song in a few decades.  After the first measure of the song I was transported back in time…

When that record came out, I was 18 or 19, I can’t exactly recall.  At the time I was working delivering pizzas (back when that was pretty much the only food you could get delivered to your door!) and just having the time of my life.  I had a great group of friends, I was doing exceptionally well with the ladies, my band was picking up steam getting some radio play, a few write ups in the local weekly paper and good gigs, I was going to see other bands play or going out dancing a couple nights a week, going to parties, just living life like only a teenager with no real responsibility can. A lifetime of untold possibilities lay ahead of me. And eating all the pizza my heart desired! My “delivery van” was exactly that – a 1968 Dodge A100 van, with the old dependable slant-6 and 3-on-the- tree which I had outfitted with a cassette deck, a pair of speakers in the front doors and two 6×9 speakers in the back and that setup would sing!  But I digress…

Anyhow, back to Rush…

I remember having that album on repeat (it was an “auto-reverse” cassette deck after all!) as I was driving around delivering pies until I nearly wore the cassette out.  While no one would argue that was their best record, it was their latest at the time and I was a huge fan of the band so naturally I had to absorb every note, every rhythm, every drum fill.  But what I never really paid any attention to was the lyrics. 

Side note: I never really pay attention to lyrics.  There are exceptions of course, but to my ears singing registers as a type of melodic percussion, like a piano or a xylophone would, and it really doesn’t matter to me WHAT they’re saying.  Which is kinda ironic, as I wrote lyrics for my bands for a decade or more and but with rare exception I don’t really care for strictly instrumental music…

Now, this particular “Reactor” was really focused on the lyrics of the song and spoke at great length about them, dissecting the meaning, etc., and I gotta tell ya, the words to that song hit me like a ton of bricks.  After the initial flashback I had hearing the music, the words – that I’d never paid any attention to over several hundred plays nearly 40 years ago – it was like my entire adult life flashed before my eyes. 

I can understand why they’d be meaningless to a teenager. There is no context, no life experience to give meaning to the words.  But as a Boring Old Man?!?  Frankly, it was a little overwhelming.  If I’m being totally honest and transparent, it made me “feel a certain way” as the kids say.  It wasn’t just nostalgia.  It made me look at my life through a completely different lens.  It hit home.  Hard.

Maybe it’s just me.  Quite frankly my life has been a shit-show these last few years.  Untold stresses, aging and ailing parents, job losses,  losing friends to illness, or just distance, becoming more isolated, losing the “fire” that made life exciting and just trying to hold it all together without blowing a gasket…  And looking back, wondering what that teenager with the old van and the blaring stereo would think of what “the real world” would turn out to be.  Not that it’s been all bad, there have been some good times too.  Most of them, at least over the last few years, have been recorded for posterity right here on this blog.  It’s been an eye-opening experience, totally unexpected and honestly, not all that welcome.

They say growing old ain’t for sissies and I always took that as meaning when the knees go, and your back hurts and you gotta get up to pee in the middle of the night.  But the worst pain?  That’s gotta be regret.  It’s an absolutely brutal affliction.  There’s no turning back the clock and undoing what’s been done, and that’s a hard pill to swallow.  And time seems to move faster with each and every passing day.  As much as we might wish it were so, time cannot stand still.

Now, thanks to Geddy, Alex, Neil, and some random lady on YouTube I’m in a deeply introspective head space, one that I never would’ve guessed could possibly be brought on by a 40 year old, nearly forgotten song. 

Life can be strange sometimes…

I turn my back to the wind
To catch my breath,
Before I start off again.
Driven on
Without a moment to spend
To pass an evening
With a drink and a friend

I let my skin get too thin
I’d like to pause,
No matter what I pretend
Like some pilgrim —
Who learns to transcend —
Learns to live
As if each step was the end

Time stand still —
I’m not looking back —
But I want to look around me now
See more of the people
And the places that surround me now

Freeze this moment
A little bit longer
Make each sensation
A little bit stronger
Experience slips away…

I turn my face to the sun
Close my eyes,
Let my defences down —
All those wounds
That I can’t get unwound

I let my past go too fast
No time to pause —
If I could slow it all down
Like some captain,
Whose ship runs aground —
I can wait until the tide
Comes around

Make each impression
A little bit stronger
Freeze this motion
A little bit longer
The innocence slips away…

Summer’s going fast–
Nights growing colder
Children growing up —
old friends growing older
Experience slips away…

Thanks for stopping by.

Feeling Out of the Loop

As my readers know I’m a lifelong music fanatic and to this day I’m still trying to keep my finger on the pulse of the latest and greatest.  On the one hand, with the advent of YouTube and Spotify, it’s never been easier to indulge in this practice.  On the other hand, using these tools brings so much disappointment, so much faster than before!

Don’t get me wrong, there has always been musical disappointment in my life, this isn’t really anything new.  I can remember hearing a song on the radio and being immediately hooked by it.  Waiting days to hear it again.  Maybe a couple weeks goes by, and a few more listens before you even find out who the artist is, because the DJ finally said the name over the air.  Now you’re a few weeks in, you’ve got this great new song stuck in your head, you finally know who the artist/band is, so you head down to your local record store to snatch it up, only to find they don’t have it in stock.  Maybe the album hasn’t been released yet, maybe they only had a few copies and it’s sold out so you have to wait a few more weeks.  The anticipation builds and builds.  You find yourself wishing they’d play it on the radio again, preferably when you’re at home so you can tape it from the radio to have something to tide you over until you can get your paws on the actual album.  Then finally, FINALLY, after weeks of waiting and searching and waiting some more you finally find it in a store, slap down your hard-earned cash and now you’ve got your hands on the record.  You race home to drop in on your turntable and listen to every song, every note, while devouring the album’s liner notes to find out everything you can about this new band…and after all that, it turns out the song from the radio, the song you love, is the ONLY good song on the record!  Ugh!  So much build up, so much excitement, and it all comes crashing down…  It’s happened to me more than a few times, and the disappointment is great, but at the same time you’ve had an adventure, maybe spent time with your buddies trying to track it down.  Maybe you got to talk to the cute girl working at the record store…  It was all part of the game.  And even if the record kinda sucked, you still had that one great song.  The thrill of the hunt and whatnot…  And, fortunately, the opposite was often true.  You’d hear “that song”, go through all the rigamarole and find out the album is astounding.  Sonic euphoria, from start to finish.  And those moments my friends, made up for the few clunkers over the years.

But nowadays, things are much different.  I still listen to “terrestrial radio” from time to time, but 99.9% of what I hear are the old familiar tunes.  It’s been well over a decade since I’ve been turned on to a new band from the radio.  I read different blogs that have a focus on music, I read a ton of articles from various musical publications to try and suss out what’s new and exciting.  My wife and daughter are both music fans and I always take suggestions from them.  And of course there is the almighty algorithm that knows what we’ve listened to before and makes suggestions as to what we might like… Nine times outta ten it’s not something I like, but every once in a while the algorithm strikes gold for me.  And lately – say over the last 18 months – I’ve been reading a lot of threads on Reddit that are music-related (Side note – I can’t really “endorse” Reddit, there is so much on there that sickens me, but if you stay away from politics and “social issues”, there is actually a lot of entertaining and/or useful stuff there.  All the threads I follow are either music, automotive or local-to-me stuff and I studiously avoid the rest of the bile…). Anyhow, I keep my eyes peeled for new bands that get a lot of notice and once I see a certain band or song mentioned more than a few times, I’ll go check them out for myself.

Now, I recognize that I’m a “boring old man”, and not everything is going to be to my liking.  And frankly, being more from the alternative/punk world of music, I know there is going to be a lot of stuff that simply doesn’t do it for me.  And that’s fine.  But I’m also astute enough (as far as music is concerned at least) to pick up on things that are special, or impressive, or dare I say groundbreaking that leads to my understanding of why a certain artist or band is gaining notoriety. 

A great example of this is the band King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard.  If you were to believe the folks that post on Reddit, they are hands down the greatest band to ever pick up instruments.  I have seen dozens upon dozens of posts extolling the virtues of this band, recommending them to anyone that has ears.  Seriously, their fan base is RABID and all in.  So naturally, I had to check them out.  And while the music was not MY thing, I completely understand why a lot of people have gone mildly insane over them.  Those guys can play!  The music is quirky, kinda jam band meets jazz combo, meets psychedelic, with a little Zappa thrown in.  It’s weird, it sounds like nobody else I’ve heard and I totally get it.  I just don’t find myself sitting around listening to that style of music.  I would however go see them live, I’m sure it’s an experience.  And I’m thrilled that such a band exists in a world full of computerized, boring, unadventurous music.  I hope that they achieve massive success and have a long, fruitful career.  I sincerely mean that, even though I will rarely listen to them.

On the other hand, there is a relatively new band that I swear I see their name daily, a band called Geese.  So after seeing them mentioned so many times for several months straight, I decided I needed to check them out.  And I’m left shaking my head in disbelief.  THIS?  This is what has everyone in a tizzy these days?  I honestly can’t think of a positive thing to say about them, and yet the “general public” hails them as the greatest band since the Beatles.  I simply don’t get it.  To me, calling them mediocre would be giving them more credit than they deserve.  I went through their Top 10 songs on Spotify, each one of which has well over 5 million streams (one of them was over 20 million!) and I couldn’t get through more than a minute of any of them.  Just messy, atonal dreck as far as I’m concerned.  And yet, they are massively popular right now. 

Then I jumped over to a song by Kendrick Lamar.  I’ve known his name for a long time, I’ve heard him featured on other hip-hop artist’s tracks, and to me it was just… M’eh.  Not horrible, but nothing special.  But again, he’s hugely popular.  Most of the kids my wife and daughter teach LOVE him.  So anyways, I’m reading this gushing review of this one particular song, how it’s so amazing that the listener (and writer of that piece) is now inspired to seek out music in a whole other genre than hip hop, because this song just broke down barriers and made something completely new and ground breaking.  So I’m thinking, OK, he’s been around a while, perhaps he’s grown as an artist, this sounds like something I need to hear.  Uh, no.  It was so flippin’ boring I couldn’t believe my ears.  I’ve heard that “same” track a hundred times, and 20 of them did it better.  There was nothing ground breaking.  Stylistically it was the same regurgitated, uninspired nonsense that hip hop has devolved into over the last 2 decades.  It was the Toyota Corolla of hip hop tracks. 

Now, don’t get me wrong.  Hip hop is NOT my main thing, I’m not nearly as well versed in that genre as I am in several others, but I do have a fair amount of it in my CD/record collection.  I’ve been a drummer for a hip hop group, I’ve done recording sessions for another hip hop group, I would say that yes indeed, this late-50’s Northern Cali Anglo is indeed a fan of hip hop.  But a lot of the very popular, successful hip hop artists leave me scratching my head.  Jay-Z is arguably the most successful artist in the genre of all time, and I cannot stand his music.  (FWIW, I can’t stand his wife’s music either!)  I think Tupac is highly overrated.  There are a great many artists that have become wildly successful that I think are terrible.  This is nothing new.  But it got me to thinking, is today’s music so dull because the kids and 20-somethings that are making today’s music had such terrible music to emulate and be inspired by? 

I could be wrong, but it seems like the bands of the 60’s took their influences of say, Gene Vincent, Buddy Holly and the like, and pushed the boundaries into something wholly different and dare I say, better.  If you listen to early Beatles or the Who, their music isn’t that far removed from “rock around the clock” type of tunes, but by the end of their respective run, they were putting out records that would’ve been unimaginable to Bill Haley and his cohorts.  Or take the riff-heavy classic rock of Montrose and Deep Purple, add in some punk ethos and swagger and you get Soundgarden or Alice in Chains.  Of course there were always middle-of-the-road bands that did their thing, but weren’t pushing the boundaries – say Foreigner or April Wine for example, but they still had talented musicians and solid songwriting and could put out a good, cheap thrill of a song on the regular.  Nowadays, not so much.

I know for a fact that people get caught up in the era of music that defined their teen years.  It’s scientifically proven.  And I absolutely love the music of my generation, it will always and forever be special to me.  But I kept gleaning onto new stuff for decades after my school years and hoped to do so forever, it just seems that music has lost a big part of what made it special over the last decade.  Not that I haven’t discovered some great new bands in the last decade, I absolutely have and I am grateful for it!  It’s just that the music that is getting so much attention these days would never have even seen the light of day back in the 80’s or 90’s.  Musically, we seem to be in the Cream-of-Wheat era… Bland, bland, bland…

Music used to be exciting, sexy, somewhat dangerous maybe, it made you FEEL something.  Most of today’s music just makes me feel bored.  I’m excited by the fact that post-Covid people seemed to regain some interest in guitars and drums and actual instruments as opposed to computers, but we’ve lost that “it” factor for the most part.  I hope this latest generation that is starting to put out records is just another starting point, and we see a resurgence of daring, exciting music.  I’m encouraged by a lot of youngsters making “reaction” videos to classic rock and such, they seem genuinely blown away by much of what we took for granted growing up because it was as close as the FM dial on the radio.  All day, every day.  Will we ever see another band like the Who, or U2, Primus, or 311?  Bands that took the past and all their influences, threw it in a blender and came up with something wholly unique and mesmerizing?  I certainly hope so!  It’s ironic that in an age where recording and releasing music has never been easier,  when the Gatekeepers of the past are long gone, that musicianship and songwriting are at such a low point.  If nothing else today’s artists need to pick it up to inspire those coming up behind them.

I’m not really sure where I’m going with all this.  This piece kinda took a turn, and turned into a tangent with no real direction or resolution.  I guess I should just consider it an “old man yells at clouds” post.  If you’ve made it this far, I appreciate you.  Please leave a comment with a band/artist/song from the last decade that knocked your socks off.  I could use some inspiration!

Thanks for stopping by!

Concert Review: Magic City Hippies at Felton Music Hall, Felton, CA.

It’s been a minute since our last live music excursion and I’d been sitting on these tickets since October, but finally Monday was the day.  And what better way to break the slump than with my favorite live band, Magic City Hippies?

This was our first time at Felton Music Hall, though we’ve driven past it for years, and we’d be happy to go back.  Felton is a great little town in the Santa Cruz mountains and I’ll take any excuse to go there!  Felton Music Hall is a very cool venue – easy access, nice staff, eclectic patrons and surprisingly great sound.  It’s small for a “Hall”, maybe 250 max capacity, but places like that are my absolute favorites for live shows. 

The opening band was Supertaste from Brooklyn, NY.  I’d only heard one track of theirs previous to the gig and honestly had low expectations, but they were a pretty solid unit.  Clearly some guys with some talent and technical skills on their instruments.  Overall their sound doesn’t really hit the sweet spot for me, but two of their songs – Power and Supernova – really grabbed me.  If you are into dance music made with actual musicians rather than computers and DJs, you can do far worse than giving Supertaste a listen.

Supertaste

For the main event, Magic City Hippies were in OUTSTANDING form.  This show was, I believe, the 11th Hippies show I’ve been to and honestly they just keep getting better.  I know I haven’t seen everyone, but I’ve been to more than my fair share of live music events and for my money, Magic City Hippies are simply the best live band out there right now.  They’ve been touring consistently for a long time now, and it shows.  They’re like a well oiled machine, but not in the sense that it is predictable or something.  They have a deep catalog by this point to pull from and of course some crowd favorites, but they always seem to change up the arrangements just enough that it always feels fresh.  It really is a testament to a solid combination of talent and hard work.

Magic City Hippies lighting up the stage

I really can’t say enough about how good these guys are and at the same time I feel like a broken record because I’ve reviewed them (and gushed over them) many times before on this blog.

So I’ll just leave it at that.  Catalog the show for my own records and simply say if you love live music, you owe it to yourself to go see Magic City Hippies.  Your ears and your soul will thank you!

Thanks for stopping by!

LMAO: Sheng Wang at the Golden State Theater, Monterey CA

Saturday night, Valentine’s Day evening, I finally got my Christmas present, a night of comedy!

We (the Mrs., our daughter, son-in-law and myself) loaded up the cruiser and hit the road for the Golden State Theater in Monterey,CA.  The trip is long-ish, about an hour and a half, but I’d take a trip to Monterey over San Francisco any day of the week!

We’ve been to this particular venue a few times, it’s a nice spot, but this was the first time for a comedy show.

The night opened with Kevin Camia, who we’d never heard of.  He was actually pretty darn good.  He had us laughing right outta the gate and kept it going throughout his entire set.  I’d be more than happy to go see him again.

We’d seen a bunch of video clips of Sheng Wang and the Netflix (?) special he did (“Sweet & Juicy”) a few years ago but this was our first time seeing him live on stage. Let me tell you, this show was worth the wait! 

His style is so different from his colleagues and it’s really refreshing.  He doesn’t use foul language and he totally avoids the typical crass/vulgar/overtly sexual material or decisive political/racial rants that has (unfortunately) become a mainstay in modern comedy.  And yet, he had us in stitches the entire time.  At times it was hard to catch my breath I was laughing so hard.  And he too kept it up for his entire show.  No flops, no dead air, just non-stop hilarity from start to finish.

I’m short, it was an outstanding night of comedy, one of the best we’ve ever attended.  If you get a chance to see Sheng Wang, do yourself a favor and GO!  You will not be disappointed.

And last but not least, a big thank you to my girls for gifting me these tickets for Christmas instead of more “stuff”!  This night will be in my memory banks for years to come!

Thanks for stopping by!

A Class Act…

Ok, right off the bat I will freely admit, this content is “stolen” from the interwebs.  The term “class act” caught my eye, so I had to check it out.  That was a common phrase “back in my day”, but I cannot recall the last time I ever heard it.  Maybe because nowadays our society celebrates “CRASS acts”, and not CLASS acts.  I’m looking at you Kardashians and “Real Housewives”…  Anyhow, I think this list below is a good primer, a blueprint if you will, to direct us to be generally better people. Just imagine what our world would look like if HALF the people did even HALF the things on this list?!?In these days of everyone being out for themselves, a little decency, decorum and yes, class, would go a long way.  I wish I could say that I do all these things, but like most of us, I am a work in progress. There are certainly several of these things that are ingrained in me, that I do without even thinking about it, but a number of them I do not, or have not done in a while.  Anyhow, without further delay here is a brilliant instructional to being a Class Act. (I give credit to Budget Savvy Travelers @thebstravelers for this content – I don’t know if it is their original work or not, but that is who I lifted it from)

Want to be remembered as a classy SOB? Here are 25 ways to elevate everyday life:

1️⃣ Say hello first – Brighten someone’s day with a warm greeting.

2️⃣ Use and remember names – It shows respect and attentiveness.

3️⃣ Hold doors – Small gestures leave a big impact.

4️⃣ Let people merge in traffic – Courtesy goes a long way. Don’t stress over a few seconds.

5️⃣ Write thank-you notes – Handwritten is classy and memorable.

6️⃣ Don’t bad-mouth others – Integrity speaks louder than gossip.

7️⃣ Compliment behind backs – Spread goodwill silently.

8️⃣ Pick up trash – Leave every space better than you found it.

9️⃣ Dress appropriately – Context matters more than style.

🔟 Be on time – Respect others’ time as much as your own.

1️⃣1️⃣ Be a generous listener – Let others shine in conversation.

1️⃣2️⃣ Return things better than you received them – Small acts of care matter.

1️⃣3️⃣ Say “excuse me” & “sorry” sincerely – Without excuses.

1️⃣4️⃣ Tip generously – Show appreciation for service.

1️⃣5️⃣ Put your phone away – Give full attention in conversations.

1️⃣6️⃣ Keep your word – Reliability builds trust.

1️⃣7️⃣ Don’t overshare – Practice discretion.

1️⃣8️⃣ Give credit freely – Let others take the spotlight when deserved.

1️⃣9️⃣ Act with dignity in loss – Grace under pressure is unforgettable.

2️⃣0️⃣ Give people an out – Let others save face.

2️⃣1️⃣ Acknowledge service workers – See their humanity, not just the job.

2️⃣2️⃣ Keep complaints private & proportionate – Handle issues calmly.

2️⃣3️⃣ Don’t correct unnecessarily – Preserve dignity over ego.

2️⃣4️⃣ Don’t brag – Confidence doesn’t need showboating.

2️⃣5️⃣ Act like a host everywhere – Make people feel welcome and at ease.

Thanks for stopping by!

A First Time For Everything

Color me shocked!  I’ve been plucking away at this lil’ ol’ blog of mine since January of 2022 and while I guess you could say my page gets regular views, it’s never been well read or even remotely popular.  In 100%, true transparency I will tell you that my daily page views average between 5 and 15.  Frankly, sometimes it’s zero.  Which considering my lack of consistency in new posts is not at all surprising.  If anything, I’m surprised I get THAT many visits.

So you can imagine my surprise when I checked my stats this morning and found that for the first time since I started writing here I surpassed 100 page views in a single day!  And almost exclusively from the USA.  In the past when I’ve had a spike it turned out most of them were showing up from all over the place, which led me to believe it was either a glitch or someone “phishing” or some such thing.  Like, why would anyone in Vietnam or Uzbekistan be interested in what I’m blathering on about?!?

Anyhow, I fully recognize that this is in no way a big deal.  I’m not even a small fish in a big pond.  More like a single plankton in a global ocean.  Nonetheless, I thought it was kinda cool and wanted to document the occasion for myself.  If anything this blog is more a “memory-jogger” for myself than anything.  But still, I appreciate any and all of you that spend even a moment of your precious time with me.

Have a terrific day, a wonderful weekend and thanks for stopping by!

GDMFSOB!!!

Rough start this morning…  The Mrs and our daughter are out of town, and per usual when the Mrs is away, I did not sleep well.  Nonetheless, I was up at 5am and out the door around 5:40, cuz it’s a “gym day”.  M,W,F I hit the gym before work, but I digress …

As I’m about to leave, I’m wrangling the house rabbit back into his pen and I notice the little bugger had chomped through a nearly new charger cable.  Chewed that sucker into 3 pieces.  In about 2 unsupervised minutes.  That makes about 10 cables he’s destroyed over the last few months, and this particular one was only a week or two old.  So, naturally I’m irritated, but such is life and I had bigger fish to fry -primarily getting to the gym and then to work by 8am.

Then I get to my truck and go to throw my bags in the passenger door, when I see the cab of my truck is in total disarray.  Uh oh…  That’s not a good sign, but it’s still pitch dark and I can’t really see what all is missing, so I figure I’ll go work out and then deal with it.  Only trouble is, when I go to put the key in the ignition I discover some piece of human refuse tried to STEAL the entire truck – the steering column is all busted up and the ignition switch is broken, wires pulled out, just completely inoperable.

Happy Monday…

Capital F to the You See Kay!!!

So now instead of going to the gym and work, I’m calling the boys in blue at 5:45am, filing a police report, then dealing with insurance, getting a tow truck, arranging for a rental car…all that “fun” stuff.

Aside from the broken column and ignition switch, they also broke the exterior door handle on the passenger side.  And, to add insult to injury, they also stole about $1,000 worth of tools and personal items like sunglasses and such that was inside the cab.

Yes, I know it’s only “stuff” and I’m lucky they DIDN’T get the whole truck.  But I’d be lying if I told you I haven’t been in a murderous rage all day, nonetheless.

So happy I pay a generous premium to live in the “nice” neighborhood…/s

No moral to the story here kids.  Just me “ranting” cuz I feel a burning desire to load a scum bag into a wood chipper, feet first, Which in my not so humble option is what ALL thieves deserve.

I guess I should consider myself lucky.  I went through a rash of burglaries about 25 years ago – my car was broken into 3 times and my storage unit twice. (That one HURT!! All my drums and music gear were wiped out with NO insurance.) All that happened in the span of about 3 years. But things on the crime front have been good for a long time.  Be that as it may however, I have a deep, brutal loathing for thieves.  I guess it’s good that I didn’t hear the commotion as I would have, likely as not, answered that call with Mr. Nineteen-eleven for backup and ventilated some POS in my carport.  I can only imagine (being in California) the day that followed that kind of scene would certainly be worse than the one I actually had.  I’ve had copious amounts of rage bottled up for several decades, it’s best that I didn’t intervene.  I was looking forward to a great week, not catching felony charges.

Anyhow, it’s been an absolute shit day.  I hope yours was better…

Serenity now, serenity now, serenity now…

Tomorrow is a new day.

Thanks for stopping by.

Desert Island Discs

Way back when, in a time where there were these places called “record stores”, one of the greatest amongst them were Tower Records.  Tower Records used to print a monthly magazine

noun

  1. 1.a periodical publication containing articles and illustrations, typically covering a particular subject or area of interest.

that was all about bands and Records and whatnot.  One of the things I used to love about that magazine were the letters section where readers would send in things to the magazine – sort of a “comments” section, but it actually took effort and had to be chosen by the editor for print…

Anyhow, one of the reader driven things was called “Desert Island Discs”, essentially a list of the 10 albums you’d want to have if you were stranded on a desert island.    I guess if the Professor on Gilligan’s Island could make a radio out of coconut shells, then we could figure out how to make a record player… But I digress.

I used to love that feature and it helped me discover a lot more new music. Either someone would list a record you loved, and that would pique your interests toward other albums on their list,  or there would be an overwhelming amount of people that would list the same record over and over (the Dark Side of the Moon by Pink Floyd or the Beatles White Album for example)

Back then I was discovering so much new music – having discovered punk rock and new wave – that my Desert Island Discs would change from month to month, if not day by day.  It was impossible to pick a Top 10 because I’d hear stuff for the first time every week that just blew me away. (Thank you college radio!!!) 

But now I’m old, and while I still search out and love new music, it doesn’t generally hit me in the same way, where it just knocks my socks off.   I mean back then (say from 1978 – 1990) not only were you hearing new styles of music, we were getting SOUNDS that had never been heard before thanks to synthesizers and drum machines, and then turntables were being used as instruments which gave way to digital samplers, not to mention new, wild guitar effects coming on the scene, electronic drums and sequencers.  It was the Wild West of music in those days and I was captivated.  Obsessed, really.

Anyhow, something I came across  online recently triggered the memory of Desert Island Discs and I thought I’d put mine down for posterity.  While this is a vastly different list than it would have been in, say 1982, certainly a few of these albums would have been on my list back then too.  Perhaps I’ll come back and revisit this in a few years to see how it’s held up.

So, without further delay, here are my Desert Island Discs,  as of January 2026.  In no particular order…

  1. London Calling by The Clash
  2. Look Sharp! by Joe Jackson
  3. Tropical Gangsters by Kid Creole and the Coconuts
  4. Spring Session M by Missing Persons
  5. Bloodletting by Concrete Blonde
  6. Music by 311
  7. Maybe You’ve Been Brainwashed Too  by New Radicals
  8. Ten Women by Wire Train
  9. Tim by The Replacements
  10. Dancin’ Undercover by RATT

Ok, this was considerably more difficult than expected… here are some honorable mention albums I must include:

Hippie Castle by Magic City Hippies, Diamond Life by Sade, The Knife Feels Like Justice by Brian Setzer, Who’s Next by The Who, Love by The Cult…

Who am I kidding?  I could do this all day.  I suffer from acute music addiction I’m afraid!

Anyhow,  everything I’ve mentioned above comes highly recommended.   Go check something out you’ve never heard before, who knows, you just might find a new favorite!  And please, as I am a FIEND for new music, drop me a suggestion in the comments to check out.  I like stuff all the way from Chick Webb in the 1930’s up to Sombr’s latest release from 2025, and tons of stuff in between.   I’m all ears, so let me have it!

Thanks for stopping by!

Happy New Year!

Without going into detail, I’ll just say I couldn’t be happier to be showing 2025 the door.  It seems like the last 3 or 5 years I’ve been saying “this was the worst year ever”, but 2025 was a spiteful S.O.B., the likes of which I hope.to never experience again.

Out with the old and in with the new.

Here’s to better things to come.  Wishing a peaceful and happy new year to you all.

A Holiday PSA

I know this time of year can be difficult for many.  For some it can be excruciating.   We shouldn’t need to be reminded to be kind, but often we do.  Myself included.  

It’s been a rough year, no doubt.  In my humble opinion the 2020’s have pretty much been a dumpster fire and we’re only halfway through them.  But we can decide for ourselves to put all that aside for a minute and just be grateful.   Grateful that we’re still upright.  Still drawing breath.   Not seeing our friends and loved ones through Plexiglas barriers and mandated face masks. 

As hard as life has been – and again, mine is no exception – I still wish for peace on Earth and good will towards mankind.  Now is not the time for grievance.  Even if you’re not an “observer” of Christmas you can still choose to be kind, to set your differences aside for a moment or two.  We’re all in this together and nobody gets out alive, so lets all make the best of it and be good to our fellow humans, shall we?

Thanks for stopping by,  and a Merry Christmas to all!

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