Beirut Live at AB - Ancienne Belgique (Full concert)

Eagles of Death Metal - Peace, Love, Death Metal

Albert Camus

Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.
                                                                                                             Albert Camus

Drug and alcohol dependence disproportionately affects this crowd, I suspect.

Mack English

To put it lightly, my feelings got hurt on August 5, 2014 when I learned from an early morning telephone call from Richie English, that his father, my buddy of 20 years, Mack English, was killed in an accident that occurred on his property.  Richie called me moments after he found his daddy next to Panther Creek where Mack had been dragged by a runaway trailer he had attempted to unhitch from his truck.  Mack was reckless.  He had the knack of being able to channel that recklessness into pure energy, which got him rich at a fairly early age.  But, ironically, that material wealth would contribute to the misery that shows on his face in these pictures.  His luck ran out.  Mack English was a fascinating man.  I miss him and still cannot fully come to terms with the fact that he is gone from this life.  Mack and Richie were the only persons from my side of things to visit the hospital when my son, Frank, (pictured above), was born.  That's the work of a true friend, whom I'll miss for the rest of my life.  I literally think of him every day. 

Ten years have elapsed since this post. While I do have a distant fondness for this bizarre version of a man, I no longer miss him. At all.

The Music of Mark Orton

War On Drugs - Lost in the Dream - One Man's Review

Imagine, if you can, a neo--Travelling-Wilbury-esque amalgam including the haunting intersessions of the Boards of Canada, buffeting Bob Dylan, Tom Petty, a dollop of Mark Knofler, and Bruce Springstein playing in the rock&roll tradition a series of music that compels the listener to drive extra laps around the block every evening after work to get a second helping of his personal favorite, Red Eyes.  If you can audibly imagine such an array, you're barely underway embracing the mark that War on Drugs has etched into the groove of alternative rock&roll music with its album, Lost in the Dream.

Go out and get it.  Now.

Alt-J - Every Other Freckle

Dicky Betts playing Jessica

J.J. Cale, (1938 - 2013)

Homeless

Cocaine (Written and Performed by J.J. Cale); Cocaine Blues - (Written by T.J. Arnal - Performed by Jackson Browne and the Rev. Gary Davis)

It's no accident that J.J. Cale has invited a fiddle player to contribute to this performance.

"Don't confront me with my failures,

I have not forgotten them."

Earth First

Deter

The ninth month calls the tomatoes in and starts colorin' the sumacs a blood red.  The frost flowers are bunched up beside the house patiently awaiting their cue from a clear and cold night sky impending. Life is plural, and divided into increments of unique shades that my enemies don't seem to either notice or appreciate.  The earth is teaming with spectacular complexity, creating a beautiful broth right before their eyes and beneath their feet.  They should be drowned in it and their soaked silhouettes displayed against a September sky to deter their kind from fucking around with our Mother Earth.

It has been said that horse thieves are not hanged for stealing horses -- they're hanged so that other horses don't get stolen.

It's past time to Deter. It's getting late.

PGSW

George Harrison