Saturday, February 21, 2009

Tila Tiquila

This is rated probably PG-13 for trash-mouth language and ass bustin mouthy content but otherin' that she's kinda cute.

Enjoy,,,

Tila Tequila - I Love You

One blonde in the hand is betterin two in a Bush!

This is so bad I had to post it.

"Little flirty but safe for work and damn stupid"

The video Bush Girl

Anne and Nancy Wilson

These two fine an hot babes come from Texas. Their daddy was a Jr. Highschool music teacher. Comments on Anne Wilson were "No woman should be able to play the guitar like that because they do not have the wrist strength", but she did it & Nancy was born a singer. There is no way to avoid her talent and calling.

Both of those beauties filled my dreams many nights as a young boy.

Please enjoy,,,

Battle of Evermore - Ann & Nancy Wilson

Led Zep post!

I first saw this vid at age 11 or so on Don Kirsner's Saturday night concert hour. It knocked me off my feet and I was only 10 years old. I had to watch it outside a window on a piece of junk TV plugged into an extension cord because I was not allowed to use much of anything in that house.Still I made it work.

Jimmy Page was a freakin Maniac back then and he amazed me!

Led Zeppelin - Dazed and Confused
(London 1969)

Mister David Essex for you...

David Essex.

David Essex's first notable acting role was the lead in the stage musical, Godspell[3] in 1971 at the age of 23. Two years later, he starred in the film That'll Be The Day (1973) and recorded a major hit single, "Rock On" (which he wrote himself), in the same year. A second single, "Lamplight", also reached the British Top 10.

In the 1970s, Essex emerged as one of the UK's top performers. His biggest hits during this decade included two Number One singles: "Gonna Make You a Star" (1974), a satirical look at his success; and "Hold Me Close" (1975), a cheerful singalong. He also appeared in Stardust, a 1974 sequel to That'll Be The Day; the title song was another Top 10 hit. In 1976, Essex covered the Beatles song, “Yesterday”, for the musical documentary All This and World War II.

Essex's pop idol looks gave him a strong female fan base and his British tours created scenes of hysteria reminiscent of Beatlemania. According to the Guinness Book of British Hit Singles - 16th Edition - ISBN 0-85112-190-X 'he was voted the number one British male vocalist in 1974, and was a teen idol for more than a decade'. <--- all that from Wiki's site [here]

My opinion is he's good and his music is beautiful. One of the things I remember most about him was his sound mixing techniques. He or somebody in the studio took full advantage of the stereo effects and created music that filled the whole space. Back when most radio was AM-Mono that was something that amazed you to no end.

Rock on was the hit but Lamplight and Streetfight are better. I wish I could find Streetfight for you but looks like I gotta drive 90 minutes to order it then go back again and buy it. It'll be 7th or 8th copy I bought but I really miss hearing it.

Please enjoy Mister David Essex as I did when I first heard him,,,

Lamplight
( Top of the pops )



Rock On




Mister Patrick Rochon's fine talents!



























Good Art, good light, great work and go [here] for more.

Juliana Hatfield

I hate my sister...

Lynyrd Skynyrd

Sweet Home Alabama, Ultimix version

Friday, February 20, 2009

My Jukebox

My Music box


"Push play arrow to play an might wanna click to stop it if my music stinks"

Interesting house

A Hobbit House

http://www.naturalhomemagazine.com/uploadedImages/articles/issues/2000-03-01/Hobbit1.jpg

Gary and a third-generation stonemason hauled boulders to build the dry-rubble foundation, the doorway, and the fireplace. Gary created the window seat out of granite and a cedar log that he found in the nearby woods. His wife, Delores, a stained-glass artist, made the dining room windows.

Don’t ever tell Gary Zuker it can’t be done.

A decade ago, the University of Texas computer engineer set out to build a small, inexpensive weekend getaway and eventual retirement home on 2 acres of wooded land, just up the hill from Lake Travis outside of Austin, Texas. The only way to achieve his goal of building this place for $10,000, it seemed, was to build it himself.

Zuker had no carpentry experience and didn’t even own a saw, but he did have very definite ideas about what he wanted: a low-maintenance house that was rustic, timeless, even primal.

Zuker turned to Austin’s resident sustainable-building guru Pliny Fisk, co-director of the Center for Maximum Potential Building Systems. Fisk was helping to build a home out of modified cob known as Leichtlehmbau, a lightweight mixture of straw and clay. After a day of cob crew duty, mixing clay, water, and straw, and packing it into forms, Zuker realized, “Hey, anybody can do this. It’s simple.”

He spent weeks poring over ancient texts in the university’s historical library. He was charmed by the drawings of medieval straw-clay ­cottages and found reference to a ­fifteenth-century cob structure that is still standing. He discovered cob buildings in climates as varied as Ireland, New Zealand, and Greece—all with a common look but unique bearings. “I figured if these guys could build this with no education and no money—buildings that last like that and look gorgeous—that’s for me,” Zuker recalls.

Zuker pulled together a straw-clay recipe based on historical documents and modern-day innovations. “Real cob is mostly earth with straw as a binder,” he explains. “Leichtlehmbau, a German term for light straw-clay, is a legitimate extension of it. You add more straw and use only clay to cut down on the amount of earth and increase insulation.”

A mule load of clay mixed with a cart load of straw was typical of the ­centuries-old recipes Zuker found. “But once I got started, it was like cooking. When putting sauce on spaghetti, you can tell when you have enough. When you start to pack the stuff into walls, if the mud drips, you have too much clay. If the straw doesn’t pack hard, you don’t have enough clay.”

Zuker bought 250 bales of straw at $1.50 a bale from nearby farmers. He had 6 cubic yards of blue clay, which a gravel company was hauling out of a local pit, delivered for $25. “Wet clay is nasty stuff, the kind of clay that creates the stickiest, muckiest mess,” he says.

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That was page one from my email from Mother Earth News. I really love the magazine and the emails I get from them despite the fact that they are turning into money grubbing greedy little flakey-puff bastards and trying to scam every cent they can get outta me "I guess every child decides where he's gonna shit and on who".

Anyway, I think/hope their change in policy is only top level and would like to think that the staff are the same bunch of "I hate fat asses rippin us off" minded people that I have been reading from for over 30 years.

You will note that this time I did not link to their site. I musta freegot cause I didn't remember or something...

Take yer big black cow an get outta here!

My black cow has a name, does yers?

Steely Dan plays "Black Cow" live

Gladys Knight & The Pips



Older version....

Redbone

Shaddup yerself an listen to this dummy....

Kill post

A kill post is when you just post something to move another post down the line.

This is a "Kill Post"

New notion

I was going to move this to a site because I need money. I thought numbers could earn me status and sponsorship but truth is I'm not going to do that.

I aint killin my bitch for a better hoe and this blog stays.

My site will be what it is an this one I'll respect.

It's all in who you know

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Thursday, February 19, 2009

Book

---Removed---

Redundant

I am sorry to my mother for loosing her sons.
I'm sorry to my sons for loosing even me.
I'm sorry to my daughters for loosing their father and,
I'm sorry to myself too for loosing me.

I cry for my brother, lost both his legs and,
sorry for my caring,
like piss in the wind.
Sorry to my father for eminent disaster,
"sorry dear father, some holes are never filled"

Is life on a journey?
Is it monument disaster"
Is it fragment a whole or incomplete an theme?
Is narrow evacuate, or just a moment of laughter?
Does it all catch up with you right in the end?

Are breasts full of comfort or..
Something you pay for?
Can comfort just come as love from a friend to a friend?
Is death the end or is it just a beginning?
Is it the beginning of paying and of paying for the end?

Are the moments of reason excuses we bargained for?
Are the bargains excuses to justify theme?
Is that fat woman you love just something you feel for,
or is she just part of feeling, like you'd have some sort of care?

The virgins, the love, the love that you stole from,
the guilt of it all and, ashamed you seduced them...
the notion "you'd be better if you left it alone"
Are they the ones that chose you,
or are you the one that chose them?

Is a wish still a whish when it's not what you'd want?
Is a want just a whant because it's just what you'd have wanted?
Is there a way to see through this, if so explain it to me.
In shadows I see less, and in light I can't see.

I'm not sure who's lived yet but...

I'm not sure

Too many died

Here is the real poem...
"Redundant-Respondent-Despondent-Reclusive, denial"

Silly me took all them damn words to say that when it only needed five, but truth is I needed all them damn words to unnerstand them, all five...

PS: Sorry 'bout my spellin, guess I just don't care.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

The Wonderland Experience

This is an absolutely classic cult feature film shot in Southern India at the end of the 20th century.

"A boy, looking for his missing father in Southern India finds himself in a surreal and comic psychedelic world Synopsis: During a trip to India to visit his father, a young man wakes up on a sun-drenched beach, unsure of where he is or how he got there. Before long he finds himself on an extraordinary journey meeting a series of ever more peculiar characters, in the search for his Dad. Eventually, riddled with confusion and haunted by recurring flashbacks of a party he can't remember, he heads into the jungle, where he's been told his father is waiting for him. Only one thing is certain: all is not what it seems. The story is a gently surreal and comedic tale based loosely on Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll. The film was shot entirely in Goa, India, which with it's fantastic range of natural locations, provides a varied and continuously beautiful backdrop to the action. The Wonderland Experience is an upbeat celebration of life, traveling and parties. Written and produced by Andrew brown and directed by Ben Hardyment."


The Wonderland Experience
(psychedelic trance music movie)

Flash in the pan, 1979

Cold summer that year. Walks against nuclear power, Ideas that never made it and ends that never met. Conflict and confusion, the end of the 70's and the beginning of the end.

California came down real hard, did a dance with Chrystal Meth, found escape within insanity and it seems I'll never make it back.

December 4 I found someone, or he found me. He was as bright as light could be. these songs I listened to in my cell while waiting.

They described how I fealt at the time, it wasn't good and I'll grant you that but it was as real as it could be...

R.I.P. My Son, I love you

Walking in the rain,,,



Down among the dead men,,,


Hey St. Peter,,,

Monday, February 16, 2009

MAC post

I donno, but I likes it...

MAC Hello Kitty

Sunday, February 15, 2009

I won't be here much anymore

I'm moving archives and posts to my new site, I expect it to take me a full 30 working days because of formatting and such.

I'll still post here some because I can use the same post in both places (sometimes).

My site has music chat. That is chat rooms with music, and you do get options on what kind of music you hear based on your tastes. As for now I have only one chat room but (I think) six different styles of music to enjoy while chatting. I won't be there much either but you are welcome to try it out now if you wish. The address is "http://funksrealm.com/enterchat.html", my service provider kinda sucks on updates, so as of now this chat lounge is not listed even though I posted the damn thing "over" four hours ago and updated the html. Here is that link anyway "http://www.funksrealm.com/chatclassic.html". Please note that there is only one chat room on six different setups so don't be a dummy and say "Hey did you hear that song?" because the other guy might be listening to Steve Winwood whilst yer listenin to Mikeal Jackson.

My site will have a blog just like this one and tons more. It will have that chat (topic is of course music & art), but I plan on setting up many chat lounges for many different topics ranging from news to tech tips.

I think the music makes it nicer and I am also trying to work in a postage stamp type news feed to look at while chatting, or music vids (I already set that up but I aint showin it to you peoples till I know it's fantastic) and/or maybe a film or two on another chat board.

More...

I know websites are dead, forever dead. You guys want variety and you don't want to thumb through one topic bullshit pages. What this means is I will focus on my blog (or blogs) on that site. I think I might want a separate blog for "how-to's" and another for news, maybe even another for my bullshit screamin out like a moron, I don't think you wanna hear it anyway but I do have a Doctors note that allows me to.

I will however build a good site. It will have games, freeware programs and plenty more on artists profiles. If I tried to do that here this blog would have slowed you down so bad you'd all hate me.

I think the web pages & website would be good for large content loading pages and the blog for hit and run 4.5 second reads. Both together would be nice.

"Where was I again?"
"Oh yea"


Go to my chat room and try the different versions out. I'm sorry but I probably cannot spend much time there to moderate or even deal with anything for the next 30 days or so but in that time I'm going to build a monster and I'm sure it's going to be even more than I can comprehend at this time