Wednesday, March 31


These suckas will have a whole new set of problems once Snatches Fontaine hits the streets.

Tuesday, March 30


Just bought a new cd today. Won't tell you which, but it had these lyrics and I thought of the Shakti. If you can guess the song, I'll burn you the cds. It should be easy, especially for all the Trainspotters out there.

"And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind
down the foggy ruins of time
far past the frozen leaves
the haunted frightened trees
out to the windy beach
far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.

Yes the dance beneath the diamond sky, with one hand waving free
silhouetted by the sea
circled by the circus sand
with all memory and fate
driven deep beneath the waves
let me forget about today until tomorrow."

Don’t Want to Hurt No Kangaroo

Ahh, it is good to be back home. It always feels good to sleep in your own bed after 400 miles of exploring, drinking, singing, thinking, yapping, sketching, combing, firing, trespassing, etc.

The beach was fantastic. The rain attacked us as we started our journey, but we made it through all right. There was some hydroplane action and some hairy moments involving semi trucks, but it was a fun drive down regardless. If anything, it gave me a chance to listen to some fantastic music. Dug out some mixed cds I hadn’t heard in a while and listened to a bunch of new cds.

Perfect Driving Moment: Singing along with “The Real Bahamas” as they get down and dirty on Jamaican Christian folk music. All of a sudden the rain cleared up as I rounded a bend in the road. It was then that I was confronted with an amazing view of the water and the sun peeking out of the clouds way over yonder. If I was a god-fearing man, the scene would have confirmed my beliefs. But the searching sinner that is me just smiled and did a lot of reflecting.

“When mother and father forsake me I know
The angel from heaven is calling me home
Thank God I can sing a song of his love
I know that some day I’ll be singing it home.” Real Bahammas

Shatki Goodness

All of our time at the Cove was great. Hung out on the beach, partied well into the night every night, enjoyed an amazing beach fire, and got to hear Jackie play her guitar and sing in that sweet ol’ voice of hers. Went antique shoppin’, dive bar drinkin’, secret tellin’, and sketch festin’. Yeeee Haaawww… what a weekend. Seems like a fitting ending to a crazy fun month.

Sunday was absolutely gorgeous. Spent some time on the beach, dug my feet in the sand (lazy toe, too), chased the Sass (the dog) and took my time driving home. Thought I would take a different route home so I took Highway 6 from the coast to Chehalis. Thought I was doing something new, but it turns out I had been down that same road a few years ago, though I was going a different a direction, both literally and figuratively. Also took a bunch of back roads home. Went through the towns of Yelm, Sammamish, Roy, and Pe Ellum until I made it into Puyallup and onto 167 to Kent.

And now it is back to work. I'm tired. I think I'm going to take it easy this month and do fun home things. Like learn to cook a meal or two, fix up my room, play more music, and maybe even try to paint a picture or two.

“And I’m content to go a little slower, cause there is no where that I really need to be.” Conner Oberst.

Wednesday, March 24


Hey hey, tomorrow I'm going to the beach for a few days and today I'm bustin' out of work mass early. I am in a ridiculously good mood. Van Morrison is helping out that scene. Here is a crazy beautiful song from the "His Band the Street Choir" album.

Dance on Gypsy Queen
If it's all night, it's alright
Rave on
Let your love come tumblin' down
If you let your love come tumblin' down
It's alright

Dance on (you know it's alright)
Gypsy Queen
Dance on (you know it's alright)
Gypsy Queen

Rave on
Right beneath the silver moon
Don't stop your carburetor
Let your car run
And if it starts to rain
Keep on dancin' in the rain
And if it's all night, it's alright

Dance on (you know it's alright)
Gypsy Queen
Dance on (you know it's alright)
Gypsy Queen

Dance, dance, dance the night away
Come on, come on, come on
Let me hear you say

You're gonna dance on Gypsy Queen
Stars shine down on you
Yeah, ev'rything alright
I wanna throw my arms around you
I'm so glad I've found you Gypsy Queen

Dance on (you know it's alright)
Gypsy Queen
Dance on (you know it's alright)
Gypsy Queen

Ev'rything (dance on) is
(You know it's alright)
Ev'rything is (alright)

Tuesday, March 23

We are screwed

Medicare will be bankrupt by 2019, but even worse, Social Security we be bankrupt by 2042, right around the time I am supposed to retire. AP Story

Monday, March 22

Skankin' it, yuppie style.

Went down The Village today for some good food and some skanky jeans. I got both.

Bogus Name

Someone called my house at 8am this morning (woke me up!) and asked for Greg Gutters. Bullocks. I googled Mr. Gutters and all I got was this nasty Princess Diana stamp site.

I can't believe people are still making money off her.

Ahh, the sun is out and Bo Diddley is on my stereo. Just wish I could lounge outside.

Sunday, March 21

Work by day, drunk by night

The weekend has treated me well so far, despite the ridiculous number of hours I've spent in my office, getting sun from a window to a window. At least the sun has been around though. Seattle is gorgeous during this time of year.

Friday was all about taking care of my business day, but I did manage to stay up way too late playing my guitar and keyboard. Found some awesome cheap ass beats on the Casio and worked my limited playing skills into something pretty interesting. I need more equipment though! My one mic is just not cutting it anymore. If anyone knows where I can get some cheap goods, let me know.

I worked all day Saturday, but saw a bunch of friends at night. Hung out with British folks, heard some really great Mod, Isle of Wight, and pink corduroy stories, drank way to much wine, and then hopped on over to the Canterbury where we met some older cool/drunk/strange locals who engaged us in conversation about the "size" of Ron Jeremy. Scary stuff. After all that, I joined up with some folks at ridiculous costume party that spilled over to a bar on Broadway. A bunch of crazy people were there with some fantastic costumes on. It was wild. And after the bars closed some boys in a car tried to pick me up. They drove by twice, pointed at me and then pulled up to talk to me. Fucking weird, but they were nice, and I got a laugh out of it. I ain't no ho, though. Not yet.

And the folks are firing up the BBQ today too, so I'm in for some good eats. And I got to plan my trip to London tonight, too. No complaints.

Saturday, March 20

Quote of the Day

Stumbled across Bill Maher's website and found some solid stuff. Check it.

"New Rule: Computers aren't for voting. They're for picking up under-age girls. Voting by computer sounds really cool and futuristic, if this were 1969. But now that we all have computers, we know that they are, in fact, huge fuck-up machines! They're like having a compact silicon version of Gary Busey on your desk. You never know what's going to happen. Well, I'll tell you what'll happen. Some 13-year-old hacker in Finland is going to hand the presidency to Kylie Minogue!"

Thursday, March 18

Woke up this morning, feeling blue

"I can't be good no more, once like I did before
I can't be good baby, honey cause the world gone wrong." World Gone Wrong by The Mississippi Shieks

Dylan covers two of their songs on his all folk album called "World Gone Wrong." He writes about each track in the liner notes. Here is a bit of it.

"Mississippi Sheiks, a little known de facto group whom in their former glory must've been something to behold. rebellion against routine seems to be their strong theme. all their songs are raw to the bone & are faultlessly made for these modern times (the New Dark Ages) nothing effete about the Mississippi Sheiks.

WORLD GONE WRONG is also by them & goes against cultural policy. "strange things are happening like never before" strange things alright -- strange things like courage becoming befuddled & nonfundamental. evil charlatans masquerading in pullover vests & tuxedos talking gobbledygook, monstrous pompous superficial pageantry parading down lonely streets on limited access highways. strange things indeed -- irrationalist bimbos & bozos, the stuff of legend, coming in from left field -- infamy on the landscape -- "pray to the Good Lord" hit the light switch!"

Wednesday, March 17

St. Patty's Day...

I forgot to wear green, but I didn't forget about the booze. We all know what this holiday is really about.

Lazy's Promise. Mystic Fan's Scorn.

I will fancy up the whole right side of this page by the end of this weekend.

Q: Does Lazy know enough about html to do this?
Mystic Fan: Never

Ha! We'll see, "Mystic" Fan.

Tuesday, March 16

Slick Willy

Hey, I just got an email from former President, William Jefferson Clinton! At my Yahoo account too. This is the first line of the email - "You and I have made history together before. It's time to make some more."

Doesn't that sound extra dirty? My god...

To The Artist...


Hey, where did you come from? Yea, yea, yea, Talking Heads, I know. What I mean is, how come I've never heard any of your music? Too young maybe? Who knows. But your cds will soon be mine!

I just heard the opening track from your new album (out today) and that is quite a strange little number you got there. I'm looking forward to digging through your catalog of music. If I like some of them enough, I may just purchase them...

Oh and try to get someone at to change your photo. Christ, it reminds me of Matthew Perry during the crack years. You look like you'll attack if you don't get a hit.


New album in June? 'Bout time. Just heard a song from the album and I dig it. It has a very nice groove. I already own all your albums. Even bought one twice. The last time my car was broken into, the hoodlums messed up my cd player, which had Summer Teeth in there.

Monday, March 15

Fog of War, Foggy Eyes

Check out the "The Fog of War" website, they got a cool flash thing going on. Definitely listen to the 1945 commentary. If you have any interst in history, you should watch this movie. Karen and I watched it on Friday and I kind of want to watch it again. Maybe it will come to The Crest.

Wow, the weekend went pretty fast. Watched two movies on Friday (also saw Goodfellas with my roommate), spent Saturday night with the cineclub (and a good amount of booze) on Karen's Whidbey Island condo, and made it to my folks house for Sunday dinner. Not bad at all.

Ugg, want to write more, but I need sleep more than I need blog. Tomorrow it is then. Oh and tomorrow I plan to confront my Magic Fan with some tough questions. Be there!

Friday, March 12


I've been cleaning up my work space as of late and been finding some very interesting things. I just found a note card that has "complexity" written on one side and "houses, boundary, art, trade, network" written on the other.

Also found a giant squeaky frog toy and a bar coaster from the Netherlands. More on those later. Also, look for an update of "I'm an atheist." I should really post a follow up and provide some context for the quote I used.

Also re-discovered my Mystic Fan (the Asian Uncle of the Magic 8 Ball) and decided to consult it for all of life's questions.

Tuesday, March 9

Watch it!

I just found the biggest rubber band ever. Someone's arm is going to be seriously red tomorrow. Pray it isn't you...


It's 10pm and I'm still at work. What the hell? Thank god for music and DCN. Currently listening to Kelly Hogan and The Pine Valley Cosmonauts perform live at Schubas. She does a cover of a Smog song (yea!) and a version of Papa was a Rodeo (by the Magnetic Fields) with Jon Langford. "Jon Langford, I'd like to ask you up here to sing this homo-erotic trucking song with me." How cool is that?

Oh, I think I'll check out this Interpol business next. See what all the hype is about. "Rapt introspection is just another riff on quiet desperation."

Alright, time to stop the blog and get out of this place asap.

New CD Project

I need to make a cd of cool/creepy/sexy music. A live version of "Furnace Room Lullaby" is what prompted this post. That dam song is one of the most seductive things ever created. Leave to The Sadies to craft a perfect song for Neko to showcase those pipes. Dam Siren gets me every time. Also see "Make Your Bed" by the same tag team. That song scares me to death. Speaking of "Make Your Bed," allmusic needs to revisit Neko's Canadian Amp cd. That disc is amazing and it only gets 3 stars? Oh, and note the artists that worked on that cd too. All of them are bloody amazing. Yea Bloodhsot Records.

Oh, and the Handsome Family gets at least one spot on the cd. The tough part would be choosing just one song. Their new cd is chalk full of creepiness.

The best "Passion" Review. EVER!

Found this review on a bad ass local website.

Bird Eat Bird

The title of this article cracked me up. What is a "twitcher" anyway?

Monday, March 8

Quote of the day

How ridiculous is this:

"Without Advertising, we'd be like Russia: a nation of bearded bicyclists with b.o."

Who am I quoting? This man.

Some Christian friends of mine are sending around a Passion of the Christ review he wrote and since I long to have my fingers on the pulse of that community, I figured I should find out a little about him.

I'm an Atheist

But who knows, I might not always be one. I've been reading Brave New World and I just came across this bit.

"The religious sentiment tends to develop as we grow older; to develop because, as the passions grow calm, as the fancy and sensibilities are less excited and less excitable, our reason becomes less troubled in its working, less obscured by the images, desires and distractions, in which it used to absorbed; whereupon God emerges as from behind a cloud; our soul feels, sees, turns toward the source of all light; naturally and inevitably."

Sounds plausible eh? It actually sounds pretty nice, but I'm skeptical. But I’m also still quite excitable so I guess we’ll have to see. I'll tell you this though, if I ever did turn to the light, it wouldn’t be the light that leads the crazy Ann Coulters and Pat Robertsons of the world.

Yikes, I need to sleep.

Che at the Corner Store?

A week ago there was an enormous red banner hanging outside my local 7–11. The banner read, JOIN THE NO CARB REVOLUTION!!

I saw “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised” today and I was reminded of that ridiculous sign.

On a somewhat related note, I’ve made it a goal of mine to get involved in the political process this year. Its not quite a revolution, but I’d be quite happy to see Bush voted out of office. After that, maybe we can all rally round and topple those Olson Twins…

Saturday, March 6

blogging underneath that ol' apple tree

Ha ha! The Blog is back. Much thanks to PetJunkie!