SHART!

I don’t think he made it…I’m not into the horror/gore movies like I used to be, with the exception of Brain Dead which transcends genre. There’s enough horror and gore in the real world.

Being bummed out is no bueno, it really isn’t…it’s a hole, a deep dark hole, so deep there is no light. I made two promises to my boy…no suicide and no going back to the bottle….damn….hahahah. I know that shits not funny, but who the fuck cares, what’s so funny anyway about life anyway? It’s more pathetic than anything. I’m turning in to a sober Bukowski…

Is love something you decide to do, like turning off and on a light switch or is it something unavoidable and permanent like a big fucking rock…hahahahha…you gotta haul that shit around with you the rest of your life and then they’re dead or just gone?

In a manic moment, they’re more frequent now, I have changed my mind and decided to carry on…borrowing from my old pal, Bill W., taking it one post at a time. There’s nobody here, just me at the moment as I’ve hit the old private button (that I didn’t know existed). Perfect timing anyway because there’s been no visitors today. It’d just be PR motherfuckers wanting a review. I mean I have an eclectic musical taste (much more so than most folks), and I want to like the music I listen to, but damn, fuck optimism, some music just plain sucks. Yeah that hasn’t been my stand for the last 14 fucking years, but I have been proven wrong (definitely won’t be the last time) and have been officially poisoned. Long story short, with all that said, the composition below is sheer perfection…at this and any other moment.

What do you think…fuck the lot of you?

Mustard asks himself, “what next?” So what do you do dude? Post a shit song dedicated to a shit world…excellent tune but too fucking short…it’s one of those ones you want to roll around and wallow in for a bit…

Having this thing right now where I don’t trust anyone. It’s a weird feeling that…lonely. What better song to go with that vibe than this one, from my personal collection, later featured on the phenomenal 4AD comp, Lonely Is An Eyesore…

This next one is also from said comp…someone called it goth rock…I can’t believe how angry that just made me…fucking goth rock??? This is an angel sending me a message…sending us all a message. I don’t know what the fuck that message is but it’s important. Maybe it’s just a vibe…all I know is I have played it 10 times in a row now and I just can’t seem to get the piece of shit stereo to play it loud enough…perhaps in the next life I will get the stereo system a music lover deserves.

I think that when baby Jesus decides it’s time for me to go I’m hoping for something way the fuck out there like spontaneous combustion. Is that a real thing? According to Wikipedia, “Spontaneous human combustion (SHC) is the pseudoscientific concept of the combustion of a living (or recently deceased) human body without an apparent external source of ignition.”

I turned my Mom onto the album below but she hated it.

The water running out of the filter pump on the aquarium sounds like someone talking to me. It could be the lone male betta in my 20 gallon tank. Be free my friend, no more 8oz cup home for you pal.

I wish I had a masculine intuition…handy for those quandaries that make your mind wander. I love the hilarity of these old lip synced vids, these guys were hot though!

For a friend I’ve been thinking about…

Picture I took a while back…

The sprawling metropolis of Bogue off in the distance…the white grain elevator in the middle and the black water tower to the left…there’s not much in between. I lived on the outskirts of town for several years, shared a turn of the century house with multitudes of mice…it’s a wonder I never got the plague

You ever get a really bad feeling…you know, impending doom…having that all the time is hopelessness..

We’re all mad we’re all insane/we’ve only got half a brain
(AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!) Rampton!
Said I wasn’t very well/now I’ve got this padded cell
(AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!) Rampton!
Doctor said I was very ill/gave me pretty coloured pills
(AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!) Rampton!…

Thanx to lupatica and Edhead 101, for joining the fold. This has just been sort of a journaling of what’s gone through me head and ears in the past several days…nothing life threatening just some disdain that needed to be documented.

Mr. Pickles sez, “Dill wit it”

low key

I was looking at old drafts of unpublished posts and found this image from years ago, way before the Rona and everything that’s come with it. Old Mustard is tired…think I’m gonna take a break from this here blog…feeling like Forrest Gump after he had walked across the US several times…done.

Posted SPK several times around here over the years, why not something totally different on this last post, from easily one of my top tens all time. This comes from one of their early 7″s.

To wrap it up…the line that describes my being at the moment, because “todo esta helado.” Thanx a septic ton to those five of you who regularly follow and have followed…it’s been a trip, but 14 years is a long time. Ya know?

Survive and Succeed…

With the unwavering hand, it looks like the person smoking, could be alive or dead. Just reminded me that the best humorous horror gore movie ever made (it’s got a 7.5/10 on the IMBD) was, Dead Alive, which is on fucking YT, but it’s age restricted so…

What did you call these guys Brian when we were talking the other day? Somehow the woman singing in German is enchanting on this composition…

Where are you now?
Wo bist du jetzt?
Where are you now?
Wo bist du gerade?
Here with us or on the platform for psychopaths?
Hier bei uns oder auf der Plattform für Psychopathen?
On the dance floor, some have one at the waffle
Auf dem Tanzboden haben einige einen an der Waffel
At least we do not have to hold on to everything
Wenigstens müssen wir nicht alles festhalten
When you’re at the party
Wenn du auf der Party bist
And you’re rocking and you’re typing and you think you’re dancing
Und du wippst und du tippst und du glaubst, dass du tanzt
And you scroll and you think you are reading
Und du scrollst und du denkst, dass du liest
But only scrolls
Aber eigentlich nur scrollst
And you’re rocking and you’re typing and you think you’re dancing
Und du wippst und du tippst und du denkst, dass du tanzt
And think about how you can stage yourself
Und überlegst wie du dich inszenieren kannst
Where are you now?
Wo bist du jetzt?
Where are you now?
Wo bist du gerade?
Here in the cave or in the space out there
Hier im Cave oder im Space da draußen
Do you actually feel the mood we have?
Spürst du eigentlich die Stimmung, die wir haben?
Say no to everyone and everything
Sag doch mal Nein zu jedem und allem
And you wipe and you wipe and you think you see
Und du wischst und du wischst und du denkst, dass du siehst
And you scroll and you think you are reading
Und du scrollst und du denkst, dass du liest
But only scrolls
Aber eigentlich nur scrollst
Write someone and you do not even notice
Schreibst jemanden und du merkst nicht einmal
That this human is dancing next to you
Dass dieser Mensch gerade neben dir tanzt

This was the next video fucking YT wanted to show me after the one above…the guy at 01:22 is my favorite…slow-mo dancing…and people watching.

This is exactly as I remember Lemmy when I met him three years after this picture was taken in 1980..Heineken in hand making wise cracks.

This album blew my ten year old mind when it came out…I was listening to Queen and the BeeGees and then BAM…the Germs (thank you Alexander Wallace IV)! What do you do with your life after that?

I’ve probably posted this song before, cuz it’s quite diggable but not sure if I posted it with the lyrics…if so here it tis again….she really spits out a lot of words and has killer flow with this dancehall styled thing with video game samples.

When we pull into the last stop in for the final time,
We can get loud and try to find the diamonds rising to the sky.
Get ready for dying, ready for the next trial to abide by,
Unafraid of time, coming to the end of line.
We bring the love, all bring it to all heart and minds.
We preach to be kind, try to make people come and unite
In the fight, fight, fight to be, to think,
To teach them all to live their life right.
Let’s see it and then to the kingdom we rise.

And the ganja say ya praise for the one,
When he hand ya – Say Boom Shiva,
Spreading the law within the land ya,
Equanimity like Rama Sita, together burning reefer.

For the good win, yeah, for the good fight, yes, for the good they try
As for the good know why that like good riddim we let it ride
Spread the knowledge of the most high, most holy and wise.
While we strike a gold riddim, make a sound for the nation
Not give to be given, just a love for the human race and
Respect body and mind – turn from the wicked bad kind,
Let the light lead you to a true world domination right.

And the ganja say ya praise for the one,
When he hand ya – Say Boom Shiva,
Spreading the law within the land ya,
Equanimity like Rama Sita, together burning reefer.

Leave many truth buried in the ground, truth flowing from a fountain,
Left in a cave hiding up a mountain with a record of my sound and
Mungos sound system, bass bins to make a din
When the future man find them to hear us nasty like ride em
Re-invent electricity; get the needle in the rim
Get that deck spinning, while they all are listening wondering
What are we hearing, is this voice of god left for the children
So we don’t start warring all over again.

And the ganja say ya praise for the one,
When he hand ya – Say Boom Shiva,
Spreading the law within the land ya,
Equanimity like Rama Sita, together burning reefer.

I go recording of sunny islands
Cutting them diamonds vinyl spinning riding
I’m a happy face unless someone smokes my supply and
Forgets to press record
Before I’ve finished spitting on the riddim
I get faster, as the waves always get fatter
Like a ship about to blast up
Take and strip away the matter
To a sound that seldom matters
Without abracadabra,
Bring the beat and then the natter then the…

And the ganja say ya praise for the one,
When he hand ya – Say Boom Shiva,
Spreading the law within the land ya,
Equanimity like Rama Sita, together burning reefer.

By way of Jefe Langdon…we got to talking about HQ sound in music, that us old timers don’t have the ear for anyway anymore…

Muerto…

Whelp, ole’ Mustard was a little too chickenshit to make the “big changes” I mentioned in the last post…so let’s talk about death…hahaha…after all there’s a part of you dead on the inside when you fail to make positive and constructive change. Anyway…

The physical remains of my Grandfather and my Mom…relics you might say. One thing I have put on my own plate is to have them buried in the family Cemetery and a little stone to mark the spot. Not really going to ask anyone else in the family how they feel about that, figure it’s just going to be a me thing. Thought about using one of my favorite canonical verses, “But Jesus said unto him, Follow me; and let the dead bury their dead.” –Matthew 8:22 or one of my favorite extracanonical verses, “Jesus said, “If your leaders say to you, ‘Look, the (Father’s) kingdom is in the sky,’ then the birds of the sky will precede you. If they say to you, ‘It is in the sea,’ then the fish will precede you. Rather, the kingdom is within you and it is outside you.” – Thomas 3…then thought about it, remembering that Grandpa was a staunch Agnostic, while Mom more was more Wiccan than anything else. After a lot talking to myself, Grandpa gets a Cardinal (he always loved birds and the Cardinal is sort of a talking to the dead type of thing) and Mom gets a slot machine (hardcore gambler). So here’s some apropos tuneage…

Was going to see these guys (minus Oderus, of course), with Napalm Death (a very different band from my favorite From Enslavement to Obliteration days) and Eyehategod on Tuesday in Denver, but it didn’t work out, which really sucked, because it ended up about so much more than seeing these bands…

The original tune was a fave of mine back in my melancholy days…

Probably my favorite “grindcore” tune…

The kings of death and insanity…

Never knew the lyrics…

There is no such thing as a mini-mix about death without this tune…

Absolutely perfect composition and video…can’t believe it only has 9.4k views.

My pal Brian reminded me of one that just has to be included…both Mom and Grandpa died in their sleep HAF…

14 years…

My plan was to do a Halloween post, but missed that boat (not the first time), although in some ways I live it all year long…Halloween that is. So here we are the 25th and I’m a day late for the 14th anniversary of starting the blog. Haven’t been posting much, sometimes you just run out of shit to say. I’m feeling big changes in old Mustard’s life coming, we shall see how it pans out because I anticipate curves ahead. The blog shall live on, ya know, I mean what the fuck would fill the void. Babbling is enjoyable to me, and really, since completely wiping FB out of my life, this is the only place to “post” stuff. So, post we shall…

For my old pal Big Shawn (dude, we need to find a concert soon or I’m going to implode)…

Can you believe we’re being plagued by religion still?
These Christians aren’t about to give up.
It’s the same countless fools go on and on and on and on and…
Closest thing to witches I’ve ever seen,
Let’s get out the gas and set them on fire!
Aw, teach me how to pray, good Christian.
If it works you’ll all be dead.
We’ll see the secret to salvation,
For me it’s when you’re dead, you’re dead, you’re DEAD.
I can’t believe they’re serious,
Superstitious spastic fools.
They live for everlasting life,
And ruin my life here on earth.
They must be SO intelligent,
To know so much more than me…
I wanna take the president,
Chop off his head,
And mail it to them in a garbage bag.
Hinkley had a vision,
Hinkley had a vision.

Stumbled upon these youngsters in between the last post and this one (almost a month). Hot damn I love seeing folks born around the turn of the millennium crafting wonderful tunes. The first tune in this set is the hit, but the last song, a cover, is simply amazing.

Mustard as a lad in the Rampart District of LA. This was the only pic, with no music, on my very first blog post, 14 years fucking years ago…not sure why Mom wanted to get a pic of me in front of Mr. Spooky.

This one is for Spooky…these guys are outta Santa Maria…a town I grew to love while my Grandfather lived there.

Reached out to my old pal Ren, who calls Chile his home these days, via a good old fashioned email and he ended it with the suggestion that he is currently listening to “Electric Sandwich”. Listened to the album a couple times, great “kraut rock” as some may call it, but the HUGE hit on this thing is the first song “China”

Ole’ Brian from the Welfare Check (as in we haven’t seen Grandma in a few days we better stop and do a welfare check), suggested this band as something to explore. They never did get on my radar, but were meant to be several times, and now of course I wish I had listened to them earlier. This was my favorite of the vids that I found.