It all started about 1979 with all of us learning how to play our various instruments. My brother on guitar, Kirby on drums, and me on bass and vocals.
That lasted long enough for my brother to find a girl and a job, then we were through. Kirby and I were pool skaters and party seekers. We had no real jobs but a lot of free drugs, meth being the favorite. Phil came along in 1980 or so, a kid whom I taught early on and became phenomenal, and we started a new course with a three-piece band. Many drugs were consumed. At first it was the typical keg parties, we played for drugs, cash and pussy, and despite our drunken diligence, went nowhere. Then we all got married.
Five years later
I was jamming with Big Dave Olark on drums and various guitar players, but this was just having fun. Then Billy showed up after a five-year drug-induced haze in New Mexico, and we were set.
We began playing a lot of really good original music and began doing a lot of awesome things
as far as copies and we were mixing up things, We were sounding great. We actually starting to get gigs at bars and stuff. It was about ‘89 that Phil’s old guitar player showed up. Chas was an amazing player and writer, so we hit it off well in spite of the fact he was a functional heroin addict.
We decided it was time to go into the studio and make our first full length album (remember those?) and spent a year and a half of 16 hour days, bickering and building a masterpiece, all under the guidance of Meth. We still played gigs in between and all held good jobs and supported families, we lived the dream.
After a few years of that my Wife was getting tired of my rock star dreams for good reason, long days away from home, kids growing and the drugs taking a toll on not just me but the entire band. She was worried about my being the one guy in a four piece band, Keith Moon anyone?
So it was decided, I left the band and moved to Colorado, quit hard drugs and became a family guy.
I never really quit playing, just moved to different genres and instruments and with Digital Audio Workstations I can write and play what I want. I’m glad I never got famous or I wouldn’t be here to write this or enjoy my grandkids. Rock and Roll is a deadly game, play at your own risk.
Phil died in a car wreck after binging on meth for 3 days
Chas was found dead of a heroin overdose on a plane bound for New York
Big Dave died of a heart attack on his favorite toilet
Kirby is doing LWOP for treason against the Government, God bless him
And me? I’m retired, enjoying the life I still have, Cheers
Achilles sought out fame and accepted that he would have a short life as a result.
Odysseus decided a long life was preferable, and after many adventures in his old age got to enjoy his wife, children, and grandchildren.
Yea, but he had to spend the rest of his life knowing his wife fucked around while he was away.
You need to read up on your Greek mythology.
Treason? Jeez, what happened there?
I saw that. I also wonder about the story.
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I never dreamed of fame and fortune, only early retirement at 55 with enough income to enjoy the days. I got lots of fishing in, winter and summer, hunting deer in the fall, mostly successful. We traveled a bit, did the 4 corners of CONUS, 3 trips to Alaska, many other visits to TX and beyond. Mrs F took more than 20 trips abroad, the 7 continents.
I was always outside in the garden in the summer.
Life has been good though I made many serious mistakes along the way. Still limping along, a lot slower than in gone by days but after a cup of coffee in the morning the days get brighter.
I don’t know how much I did wrong but retiring at 55 (my current age) seems like a pipedream nowadays.
If you’re not living on the edge you are just taking up space.
And If you don’t smoke, drink, chase women (of questionable morals), and eat “bad” food, you aren’t going to live forever, it’ll just seem like it.
So 4X’s life has just been taking up space?
I have less patience with brainless rebellion and stupid risk-taking (“YOLO, Wooo!”) as I get older. There is ample value in a life of solid reliability and contemplation.
“I don’t know how much I did wrong”
/me
OK, I did some brainless rebellion and stupid risk-taking but that’s almost entirely over. I quit smoking – well, vaping – a year ago… out of all the drugging and partying over the years the only thing I really miss is a damn cigarette.
I drank enough cheap whiskey, smoked cigarettes by the carton. Then I was suddenly late 30s and the body started talking back to me.
And, you are full of shit.
But, that’s why we like you.
Well… he raises a good point, sort of. Life is about tradeoffs. I don’t think I’ll ever give up drinking (in moderation). I did give up smoking and that fucking sucked until I got used to it.
Bands are the same as start-ups. You are doomed the minute you find that cool idea.
The Girl has been experiencing this. Her chick band had a few high profile shows but ultimately fell apart. Her current band is terrific but I’m glad they all have daytime jobs.
Art is not a living for 99.9999999% of artists. But that’s no reason not to do it.
Thanks, Yusef!
Indeed, it is. I played in a couple bands in my 20’s and had a blast. Played a ton of shows at bars, clubs and parties in SF and the Bay Area. It was a time I look back upon very fondly. But really even then didn’t think the full rock and roll lifestyle was my thing. I wanted to travel on my own and got out to do that. I’d love to play in a band again that would do a show every month or two.
Yeah, my best work buddy from the late 90’s was in a couple bands in just the year or two I knew him. Really good indie rock stuff. He was the vocalist and lead guitar. I heard so many stories about the fuckups he played with.
Unfortunately he shares a name with a B-list actor who was prominent around the same time so it is impossible to find out whatever became of him. But I don’t think the music panned out.
Bhattacharya for NIH?
Hope it’s confirmed officially. Is NIH director subject to senate approval?
It is official, saw it on the official Trump letterhead. This is awesome. Fauci must be crying himself to sleep, on a mattress made of money.
Hahahahah. That is fucking awesome. Best appointment yet. TDog 2 is the rare sequel that is shaping up far better than the original.
He keeps nominating people to head agencies that they have battled with. That’s how you shake things up. It will be interesting to see how this all turns out. I’m having fun so far.
It’s a good one.
Do I want to be famous? I’d like to be somewhat famous, like not recognizable on the street famous. I like getting fan mail.
But I’d love the paycheck that comes with fame.
Famous like the drummer or bass player in a well known band. That would be fine, you could go most anywhere and not be recognized. Every now and then have a fan that notices you.
The average baseball player can walk around unmolested. It’s just the superstars that get approached by strangers.
Oh, every female metalhead on the face of the planet could name all the members of every metal band that existed in the 80s. I, personally, never liked the front men. Except David Coverdale.
Kittens have claws
My son is recognizable in Austin but he’s still waiting on the fortune. He’s getting a little long in the tooth, waiting for that ship that never seems to arrive.
I’ll take the money.
I don’t want any of the fame.
I’m glad you haven’t taken the same trajectory as your bandmates’. My musical ‘career’ wasn’t one at all, though we did get comped a (cheap) hotel and drinks! The scene was amplified by being with Western bands in Korea, always a useful Have for local bars to have. Also helps to know these pubkeeps.
Alcohol certainly flowed freely in my bands, and regardless of our non-desire to do harder ones, drugs are kept fucking out in Korea. Weed can get you prison time. It ain’t worth fucking with. Part of Korean culture, but some grass might help folk NOT drink like fucking Koreans. Huh! We started as a cover band, just picking up with a long-time Weiguk band in Daejeon. Folk in the scene came and went, teaching contracts lasting a year each, and new folk mixed into new and original start-ups. I was in six officially, with my biggest show playing at a beach festival to fill in for the drummer of another Daejeon band. I improved so much since then, though I haven’t performed in nearly two years, now. I’m glad I still do have it and can still play if I’m lucky enough to get behind a kit. Always need to sharpen, define and explore, but it’s a nice physical ‘Like riding a bike’ thing to never worry about forgetting.
I had a friend, Gaz, who died earlier this year. He was a tremendous guitarist and I jammed and performed with him several times, though never as part of the same, formal band. Munch in MN was very close to him, as well. He was a hardcore drinker, even by MY standards. He died in Vietnam, from what I’ve heard by drowning on a snorkeling trip. Most probably ‘was too drunk and fucked up,’ I’d wager. That was a sad revelation in our community. Really did hit us all by surprise, though we kept quiet about the obvious. He’d been in Korea a while with a university, had kids he loved, happy in his side projects and, well. Many human issues to go with ’em, tho I’d rather not hypothesize.
Hey YUFUS!
A drummer was standing outside of his car panicking because he accidentally locked his keys inside it.
It was a very hot sunny day and the bassist was still inside the car.
Well, regardless, ya always know when a drummer’s at the door.
*Forehead meets palm* Cuz the knocking always speeds up.
Or he’s delivering your pizza.
How can you tell when there’s a chick singer at your front door?
She can’t find the key and doesn’t know when to come in. ::Ba-dump CHHHH!::
Even at almost 50 I’m trying to do something in the music world. I don’t aspire to fame. At all. But I do strive to make decent enough music to sell a few albums at one point.
I’ve spent far more on gear, however, than I could ever hope to make. So really, it’s just a hobby.
lol I have a hobby or two like that too.
Just got a call from XY.
“Doesn’t rotten egg smell mean a gas leak? Like, really strong? And I don’t have eggs in the store.”
“Get out and evacuate your store. NOW.”
“I can’t until corporate tells me I can.”
“GET OUT AND EVACUATE YOUR STORE NOW!”
“Okay.”
I mean, I could think of a whole lot of ways a 19yo XY could die, but a gas explosion in a Chipotle in Blue Springs, Missouri was not one of them.
What’s the current situation in Blue Springs?
He now has everyone out and 911 called.
Good.
👍
Any update?
So everything got sorted out. Wasn’t precisely a gas leak, but something was definitely wrong. Probably won’t have details until Thursday at dinner.
It’s Chipotle. Someone probably had bad gas.
Well done.
Yeah, the band days were fun.
Favorite story from the band days, which people who were there bring up from time to time:
We were out at some shitty club in the inland empire. I think there were 5 industrial bands playing that night, we were second to last. A group of 4 guys showed up thinking it was punk rock night and were starting trouble, moshing and slamming into people and stuff while we were playing. Ripped a friend of mine’s shirt, spilled my friend Jim’s beer, knocked Jim’s girlfriend into a gate in front of the stage and scratched her arm.
The beer happened to be served in big glass mugs, which will be relevant in a moment.
So we finish playing, I put my stuff away, while Jim goes over to talk to these fellows about their inappropriate behavior. I get off stage, start flirting with the future Mrs. Parnell, then Jim’s girlfriend runs up to me, panicked, saying “Jim’s about to get in a fight!” I look over and see Jim talking to these guys, and the main instigator stands up and spreads out his arms, ready to fight.
Crap.
I head over there, and get there just in time for Jim to shove the guy and throw a swing. Still holding the big glass beer mug in his hand.
He throws his arm back, bouncing the mug off my forehead (which left a bruise), then shatters it on the other guy’s head. Manages to land a couple more punches on the guy’s head, which is now bleeding a lot, while his friends jump in, we all fall back, I’m pulling his friends off of Jim and trying to shove them away. Finally the bouncer, who was like 6’7 and wearing a dress (this being a goth/industrial club in the 90s after all) comes out and grabs Jim and throws him to the ground.
Club promoter is freaking out. Cops are called. Dickbag punk asshole declines to press charges. Cops tell Jim’s girlfriend where to meet up, then drive him around the corner and hand him over to her.
Good times.
lol I inhabited a lot of goth/industrial clubs in the early 90s and no dresses on the bouncers but it was Buffalo so maybe behind the times.
Catching up, I see Pie dropped an article today about Glibs, very thinly disguised. Nice work.
The Kamala video looks like it was filmed behind a one way mirror where she was doing affirmations.
Stopped a Burger King today, ordered a whopper off the broiler, and I was shocked at how good it was.
That is shocking.
I would have to travel 30 miles to get one. I tried the McDonalds here a couple times – it sucks.
Good morning all.
Skimmed over the comments.
On the Trump NIH pick: “He keeps nominating people to head agencies that they have battled with. That’s how you shake things up. It will be interesting to see how this all turns out. I’m having fun so far.”
Agreed. If the screeching left is correct these appointees will get in, try to do their job and from that perspective say “Wow, this is harder than I thought, I see now from this perspective…”. But they are not going to, are they? They are going to get in and after a bit say “Wow, these fuckers are worse and more useless than I though they were. “
Good morning, all. Odd to be the early bird! Gotta get to work for my 6-230 shift this week. Much internal pressure, with some external, to get my foot solidified at this plasma center. The other one was managed worse, but the training is worse here. I’ve only been allowed to do one venipuncture (PENIS PUNCTURE it is NOT, thankfully for me) so far. Their SOPs haven’t been revealed and I need to solidify this shit. Some is on them, but I ain’t helpin’. Most of it isn’t my fault, certainly not the damn kidney stone. However, it hasn’t passed and I’ll move along.
Hope everyone has a productive day. I will admit the commute is far easier, quicker, at this hour. Especially driving by the nearby Carmel High School, biggest in the state, at over 5,000 kids inside its cells. Onward, upward, always, fellow troops. Take it to the hoop!
“STICK IT INTO MY VEINS!!!” <– Pretty much directly applies to me! Yay-cicles! Icicles of yay! Joy, Kamala hopes, but more boxed wine'll do.
“STICK IT INTO MY VEINS!!!” <– Pretty much directly applies to me!
Don’t stick it in crazy.
This should probably be saved for the Mourning Lynx, or for OMWC’s weekend posts where he talks about life in academia, but I’m only on my smartphone by the time 8AM rolls around, and it’s too good to wait three days to share.
😂🤣
I still wonder WTF “settler science” is. I guess wypipo science. It is mentioned later on that wypipo need to have their brains fixed. To understand the shrimp?
Happy Thanksgiving Eve!
Safe travels to y’all going places.
🌄☕🚗🚣✈
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=KzKRyDu1RnM
🎶🎶
nice pick 🎶
Youtube has sent me to a 1987 concert… perfect 👍🎵
Morning, Glibs.
I have to figure out video editing now. I collected 3 hours of content that needs trimming down to something sane.
I also need to learn lighting, audio adjusting, and find a better way of anchoring the camera (this one shook too much)
“I’m even college miseducated”
“I either can’t count or don’t know math. I used to know calculus, so I probably just can’t count.”
Good luck with your OF account!
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Good morning, U, Sean, Ted’S., EfE, and Suthen!
Morning.
How goes?
Very well, thanks! Yesterday’s big Thanksgiving breakfast at work went well, except I’d ordered WAY too much food. It’s good that I’d arrived extra early – the food was delivered about half an hour earlier than I’d expected. Today I hope will be much quieter so I can get a head start on month end.
How are you?
The office isn’t any quieter than usual – the two wednesday morning women still came in to work and were chatting. (They stopped for the moment).
Maybe they’ll go home early. 😒 (Pro tip: refrain from asking either of them, “Don’t you have a turkey to stuff?”)
I don’t even think they realize I’m here. My cube isn’t visible from where they are and I don’t make much noise most of the time.
Besides, the stuffing makes it dificult to get a proper cook on the turkey if you cram it into the cavity.
🔪🦃🍗🍗
Mmmm… Turkey….
I’m almost regretting having bought filet for tomorrow’s dinner.
I’ll stop regretting around dinnertime when I’m eating it. 😋
Sounds yummy! 🤤
If you really want turkey, I suspect you’ll be able to get a great deal on it starting Friday.
I have a bit of a dilemma: My high school bestie recently started up a sort of round-robin group text with me and a couple of our other mutual friends from back in the day. She’s taken to posting a question from a “question of the day” calendar she has. Yesterday’s question was “How closely do you follow current events and where do you usually get your news from?”
I’m not sure I want to tell them about this site…especially on a Wednesday. 😳 (I don’t know my bestie’s political leanings – only that she’s devoutly religious – probably Baptist – and a recently retired teacher/school admin in Texas.)
Tell her it is kind of like doing shots of cheap tequila. Just get it down, and hold it down.
“How closely do you follow current events” – That depends – what year is it?
“where do you usually get your news from?” – I think what I get qualifies as ‘olds’.
Tell her http://www.farrightdeplorables.hate
Good morning Glibs.
Good morning, JI!
Morning.
So, today ZWAK gets his plumbing fixed! Not like that, you silly fools, that was done years ago. No, I am having my kitchen drain line replaced, as cast iron rusts and after 110 years the old line was tighter than a frogs asshole. But, the plumber and I decided NOT to try and save that line and its run, but to cut over to the main drain line, which had been replaced sometime in the past, and create a whole new run. But I will save you the details, as this is going to save me around 6K (still not cheap though.)
Hooray Beer!
suh’ fam
whats goody
Mornin’ GT, et. al. Update on the cataract surgery — no bueno. In the various checks prior to getting started they found my bp was okay, but my heart rate was high. So, run an EKG. I’m in a-fib. No surgery, get thee to a cardiologist asap. ASAP turns out to be 2:30 this afternoon, which is far better than I expected.
And, of course, my pulse rate has been sitting calmly in the mid-50s to mid-60s since I got home yesterday afternoon. /rolls eyes
So, I’m not hugely concerned, other than by the expenses I can see piling up. This was supposed to be straightforward ;-\
Erf! Please keep us posted! 😟
Medical anxiety, BK. Nothing to worry about. Not unusual.
/Not a MD, not even on TV