Nonsense?

  • by Drew

Sometimes I spill a bunch of nonsense. I know it. It doesn’t mean I don’t care. It’s just how I have to roll some days. But really, tell the truth, don’t you get a kick out of it? At least sometimes, right? Here, check this out: Raleigh creditor rights bankruptcy lawyers.

You’re like “what the… is he on drugs?” then you think, hmmm… after following his Dylan advice you suspect I may be a little unbalanced. You recall that my brother lives in NC and it comes up here once in a while. You know I sometimes have issues with legal entities and creditors. Hmmm. Maybe I should just hit you with a little Bob, in case you haven’t yet followed my advice.

Rosemary started drinking hard and seeing her reflection in the knife
She was tired of the attention tired of playing the role of Big Jim’s wife
She had done a lot of bad things even once tried suicide
Was looking to do just one good deed before she died
She was gazing to the future riding on the Jack of Hearts.

His bodyguards and silver cane were no match for…

  • by Drew

Listen.

I don’t know what you’re into these days, but you should go find a copy of Blood on the Tracks by Bob Dylan. Or just do a Web search for Lily, Rosemary, and the Jack of Hearts. It is not one of his best songs. I mean, musically. But it is a great story. It is just a great, fun, crazy ass story. If you go through life without spending 9 minutes in a dim room doing nothing other than listening to this song, you are less of a person for it. Seriously. This is bucket list shit. If you can’t spend 99 cent son this, or borrow the record from someone, you’re a dick. I have it on cassette, vinyl and CD. I will totally let you borrow it.

Is it the greatest song in the world? Hell no. the band fucks up at the beginning. Listen. They play an extra couple of bars because Bob misses his intro. It’s fucking GREAT. It’s what music once was. Great stories performed by a bunch of musicians and captured as a moment in time. Not this plastic shit we have come to expect. This level of raw awesome was the Indie Rock of its day. Don’t be a dickwad. Find ten minutes and close yourself up in a room and pretend you’re in a smoky dorm room with a couple of cool kid upperclassmen.

Hey, be super extra awesome and listen with headphones. If you’ve got a decent pair of headphones and the CD (earbuds and iTunes generally fail on this part) you can actually hear a recording studio anomaly in the first section. You can hear where they were recording over tape that was previously spliced. Because the splice removes a very short segment of recordable media from the process, there’s a fraction of a second of nothing. The aural effect is kind of similar to what a cassette tape sounded like when the tape flipped over. Over 30, you might have heard that in your walkman a couple times. Listen for it. You will be a better person for having spent the time. Your children will love you more. If you’re a guy, your dick will be a little bigger. Ladies, your breasts will be exactly the same size because, let’s face it, they are totally perfect just the way they are. But your bra will be a little more comfortable. Trust me. This shit is golden.

I mean it.

Listen.

 

 

Bruthas

  • by Drew

I know it is irrational, but I get REALLY pissed off when my kids talk about certain video games and related properties that originated when I was younger than they are now and they get it all wrong. An example of this is the current popularity of talking about various Mario Brothers games. Where I go nuts is when the kids say Mario Bros. and pronounce the abbreviation of Brothers as it is written – Bros. As in Bros before Hoes.

Look, I know it is how the logo is written and all that. I know the box reads Super Mario Bros. But everyone in his or her right mind speaks it aloud as Super Mario Brothers. Regardless of abbreviations. Seriously? Am I unreasonable? If these little pishers expect to be playing at some grandstand video game championship surrounded by Sightlines Spectator Seating and tens of thousands of fans, they need to get the simple stuff right. Right?

Got my Wayfarers on…

  • by Drew

Is that actually still a thing? I mean, are Raybans still a thing? I am hopelessly clueless when it comes to sunglasses… in terms of coolness and fashion sense and all that. As a lifelong coke-bottle-glasses guy with really bad astigmatism in both eyes, I never really grasped the coolest of shades. Yeah, there was a period of years when I had contact lenses and all that, but it was a while ago. Actually, that’s back when my boy Don was singing about Wayfarers in the Summer. Geez, I’m getting old.

Speaking of Projects

  • by Drew

I was, right? Speaking of projects, that is. I actually think the next one is going to be soon upon me. The next crowd funding one, I mean. Mad Science the Card Game was a riot and many of us had a ton of fun with it. There is a music project I have in mind right now… and it is a massive one. But before I get to that I will probably do a somewhat smaller one, a publishing venture. One of the many books I’ve written mostly for my kids has gone through enough edits and iterations that I think I need to start looking into trade printing. I’ll let you know. It’s all about fairies. Tooth Fairies in particular. You’ll totally dig it.

Personality Test

  • by Drew

Are you more of a “how to clean hard drive” person or a “which hunk of metal do I hit repeatedly with an 8 pound maul” sort of person? I kind of think I’m more of the latter than the former. Do you think that makes me a bad person? I mean, not the part about smashing things with a big heavy hammer. That’s just an inner-Hulk rising sort of thing. It’s more the “if you smash it you probably won’t recycle it” part of the equation. I mean, I don’t want you to think I don’t care about the environment.

So many choices

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I’ve had a number of young people asking me about guitars lately. I guess it’s somehow related to my oldest getting to an age where some of his friends are starting to play. Now they need solid instruments to really get going on. And since it is an age when parents skip right over the standards and go right for the bling, most of these kids have never played a real acoustic. Most of them have half-plastic Walmart specials that have a machine made paint job that looks like Anjelina Jolie’s tramp stamp.

Sure, it may impress a room full of 12 year olds with its looks, but it sounds like an ass. (As in donkey… that’s not a flatulence line – though on the other hand…)

I could easily say new Epiphone DR-100 acoustic guitar at Musicians Friend and hope they actually apply some reasonable practice hours. But I’m old school and believe in the value of working for it. Or working toward it. And actually playing it and feeling it.

The reality of your first “Real” guitar is that it can color your future instrument choices for years to come. Better make a good one. This is a time to beg, borrow, and… well, borrow a lot. Hit the music shops and play their new and used instruments. Find the right fit. You’ll carry it with you for years to come. Maybe even forever, if you’re like me.

Of the 15 or so guitars I have owned in my life, I have sold only 2.

Livin’ in the Projects

  • by Drew

I have this tendency to surround myself with open items. I speak now, of course, outside of work (the good ol’ day job). I have a couple of books I need to do a last edit on. I have hundreds of songs I want to focus on and record. I have at least 5 comic book minis/graphic novels to find artists for. And then there are the hybrid works… don’t even ask. And at one point I was going to pull out a couple of additional card games to complement Mad Science the Card Game.

Oh Kickstarter, where do I begin? The home studio is in great shape. Can I do a record or two. Or ten. I don’t even need a new preamp or great akg at musicians friend to make the rock rock. I’m all set, baby. I just need the time.

Wasn’t it supposed to be on my side?

Real Real Gone (Estate)

  • by Drew

If you’re not on board with my hating on big biz like the health insurance ridiculousness in the good ol’ USA, you may want to check out Camp Lejune real estate and pretend that Florida has cast out welfare druggies and is now somehow “pure.” The only druggies in Florida now are the seniors on Viagra and Oxycodone, rockin’ Bocce at the senior center. It’s flapjackin’ awesome.

Back seat with Simone

  • by Drew

It’s not that I don’t appreciate the intent of a program like COBRA, but let’s face it, people, we’ve put things in the wrong hands. Seriously. If you want to keep health care accessible to the average person, you really need to put it in the hands of someone other than insurance companies.

Think about it. They make money providing potential coverage. Not actually covering people. If everyone takes full advantage of coverage, the rates will go through the roof or some of those insurance company executives will need to take hefty pay cuts. This isn’t rocket science. When you stop and think about it, don’t you see that the insurance companies only profit when the insured DON’T use the service. Sure, paying for insurance is terrific. It buys all kinds of hot tubs, hookers, and private jets. But when individuals start filing claims, well… goodbye cross country flight with Cherry and Simone to rock the whirlpool jets. If you were googling limo service St Pete FL, well you can just forget it because sick people need meds.

 

 

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