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A couple of must reads that I've just got around to linking to.

Tom H. Head Knockoff and one of the finest men I know.

Lynn from Canada. Ok, I know Canada is a big place to designate one from, but that's how I've always referred to her.

Youtube took down the original videos, but the videos of stsanders are back and better than ever.

Case in point:



I was able to fix the links in this post from a few months back.

End Of Summer

A classic video made by Casey.

Mark

I’m not sure how I missed linking my friend Mark’s blog for so long, but you can check him out at the Big Reason.

My First Gig In The New Year

There's Only One Way To Shred

I like Van Halen pre Sammy Hagar, and I like Sammy Hagar pre Van Halen. Go figure.

I won't ruin it for you by saying too much about it, but really, you should watch this video. Trust me.



The video was made by this guy, and he's got plenty more to keep you enthralled for awhile.

May I suggest starting with this video?

Oh yeah, and even though I'm pretty pleased with myself for coming up with that opening line, the truth is that I wrote Van Halen off at Diver Down, and gave up on Sammy after he wrote I Can't Drive 55.

Original Sin

There is a new music blog looming on the horizon, and upon hearing about it, prompted me to have at least one entry dedicated to music, and share one of my favorite stories.

Sometime around the end of 1985 or beginning of 1986, my friend Ken and I made one of our monthly trips to the Record Vault on Polk Street in San Francisco, a haven of all things Metal; records, posters, and a much talked about 'Demo' cassette section.

There would always be a colorful assortment of Underground Metalheads hanging out and, of course, band members.

Lars Ulrich was in the store hanging out with the owners and talking about working on the follow up to the Metallica album Ride The Lightning (the album they were putting the finishing touches on would become Master Of Puppets).

Ken asked Lars to sign a poster he just bought, to which Lars replied "For a small financial contribution." He was a dick. Really. When Ken pointed to himself on the poster he was having him sign (it was a live shot), Lars couldn't have cared any less. I suppose that's fine, he can act however he'd like, but it just made us comment about how big of a jerk he was.

My favorite Record Vault story doesn't involve Metallica though, even though being 15, talking with one of the members of one of my favorite bands at the time while they were working on an album that would eventually stay on an endless loop for much of 1986 is probably pretty great, it can't top our chance meeting with the band Sin.

We met Steve Johnson and Dave Kong the day they were bringing their freshly printed single to the store for sale. (I have to admit shock at finding a link here, and makes this post even more grand, and really, should probably warrant a post devoted entirely to Mr. Kong)



"Can we get you to autograph it?" we asked. Unlike Lars, they were cool and proudly signed what was sure to be a much sought after limited release single someday.



Check out that photo shoot; marble busts, goblets, columns, cobra statues, and grapes. Good Lord (ha!) this photo shoot has it all!

As Ken and I made our way back over the Bay Bridge, we had a laugh talking about the silly declarations of the autographs; mine with Religion Sucks, and Ken's with an even more simply stated Fuck God.

Of course, that didn't even come close to preparing us for what the record itself looked like. I think Ken about drove right off of the bridge as I pulled the vinyl from it's sleeve.



The funny thing about putting this post together is how familiar the songs are and how well worn the single is.

The 'A' Side

Damn The Preacher

The 'B' Side

Night Caller

I guess the joke's on me though. I thought the boys were just following the fad in Metal of the day, but Dave Kong is still flying that flag. Oh yeah, he's still flying that God-awful (ha! again) haircut too.

Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?

It's been all downhill since.

I Said "Ouch! This Really Hurts."

After Terry broke my front tooth in half with his wooden leg, and after I jumped off of his roof and broke both of my arms and ruptured my spleen, and after I spent about a month in the hospital, and after I had to relearn to walk, and after I got home and my dog Buddy bit off half of my face, and after I sat in the Doctor's Office yet again and made my Mom cry by asking her when this was going to end, and after four of the worst weeks a nine year old kid could have, my Dad bought me a soccer ball.

Life wasn't so bad after all.

The (kind of) Funnies

I’m working on a record (and that sentence alone can be taken with a grain of salt, I suppose, since I’ve been ‘working’ on this thing since December of 2004), and last night as I was dozing off at my desk around midnight, analyzing another mix of a song that I’ve listened to a thousand times, I made my exit out of Pro-Tools, and found my way to youtube.

The reoccurring theme here on the blog seems to be ‘Playboy’ Buddy Rose, and I guess that’s a result of my endless searches for any and all video footage of him on the site (the youtube site, that is). I stumbled upon a bizarre cartoon that features the voices of, not only the beloved Playboy, but of other 70’s wrestling stars Percy Pringle, Ed Wiskoski,and Les Thatcher.

Ned Noodlebody is a cartoon made by some guy named Mr. Kurt Nielsen, about a hapless pro wrestler. I’m still not entirely sure if this is ‘vintage’ or if he’s made this thing recently. Judging from the talent pool he assembled, and the style of cartoon (I’m pretty sure it’s *not* flash animation), all indications point to the former. I could be wrong, though. It’s happened before.

Enjoy(?).