Rollin' Like Sisyphus

Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on January 19, 2018

The one thing that has always sucked and will always suck is looking for a job while you still have a job. There’s just no fucking time for any damn thing.
I’ve got an interview lined up for Monday, but I just found out they’re scientologists, so that’s probably off.
Shit, it only needs to pay for 2 years, till I can pay everything off, secure a decent enough nest egg, and flee the sinking SS Kalifornia before high tide in Havasu Bay.
So sure, a moral dilemma, I suppose.
But fuck it, I’ve got a couple of days yet to hash it out.
Have a great weekend, y’all.


Live Performance
Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
Winterland | 12.30.1978


Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on January 12, 2018

Nothing like coming off a vacation to only spend the ensuing week sick as a dog.
Damn flu.
Damn immigrants.
Shorter than short, I apologize, but I’m loadin’ up on some distilled medicine and then I’m out to slumberland.
Have a great weekend.


The Dark End Of The Street
You’ve Got My Mind Messed Up
James Carr
Goldwax Records | 1967

Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on January 5, 2018

Gettin’ my drink on.
Don’t know nothing else.
Get ’em in.


Fighting My Way Back (Alternate Version)
Thin Lizzy
Vertigo Records | 1975

Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on December 29, 2017

The last Friday of 2017.
I’d say I was sad to see it go, but it came and went so fast, I hardly knew it was here before it was gone.
Also, sadly, I’m still in LA, which is no kind of place to be.
Had a decent Christmas spent with family and a few friends, and despite choking on ash from all of the fires, it was a fine time. Although the brother in law kind of jacked up Christmas dinner, but we persevered.
So far, the vacation has been a bust, spent on all kinds of bullshit I don’t much want to spend it on. Puttering around the shop yesterday and today, though, so I feel better.
I’m going to try to head out to the desert redoubt tomorrow so that I can ring in the new year as far away from here as I can possibly get, but we’ll see how that goes. If I go, I’ll be going solo, as the wife has here traditional dinner plans for new year’s eve, and the nieces and nephews are either too old or too young for the Mojave Experience.
The solitude suits me just fine, though.
I’ll try to have my New Year’s Eve post up on Sunday if I can get to writing it on Sunday.
In the meantime, enjoy this last weekend of the Current_Year, 2017 edition.
Get ’em in.


Auld Lang Syne
Royal Scots Dragoon Guard

Good Music Friday — Yule Tide Edition

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on December 22, 2017

As always, this time of year is one for reflection, for introspection, to assess the victories and the defeats of the prior year, verify that the ledger balances out in your favor, and cogitate on the ways you intend to improve on all of that in the new year.
But sometimes, you are caught flatfooted a bit, by occurances beyond your influence or control that throw these balances beyond your calculation. I think I am staring down one of those occurances at the moment. I pray for clarity, and above all, restraint, the lack thereof having always been among my chief weaknesses.
Deus Vult.
I’m not going to make this a long one, because frankly everything that has been going on in the world lately just is not worth the bother to think about. I’ve got about 19 off from work, and given the aforementioned flatfooting, maybe a whole lot more than that, so I will focus on my family, my friends, getting back to a couple of writing projects, and heading out to the desert for some much needed emptiness to further the aforementioned cogitation, reflection, etc.
I wish a Merry Christmas to you and your families.


God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
We Wish You A Metal Xmas And A Headbangin’ New Year
Ronnie James Dio, Tony Iommi, Rudy Sarzo, and Simon Wright
Eagle Rock Records | 2008

Good Music Friday – RATS RAWS Edition

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on December 15, 2017

If ever a week felt like ten thousand years AND the blink of an eye, this was it.
At least I felt like I aged ten thousand years.
But fuck the AARP.
In the week that was, I note that the Democrats have wet themselves because they won an outlier election and they believe its a bellweather of them turning Alabama blue, as if they’ll keep the seat when the term is done. Given the fact that Roy Moore came within a percentage point of winning despite literally every apparatus of the Democrats and the Republicans thrown against him, coupled with his complete lack of funding, spending, and apparently effort to win the damn thing, I’m guessing Doug Jones is a half-term curiosity.
In other news, FUCKING STARZ WAR I guess.
Its a funny thing about Star Wars – the first movie was a one-off; it clearly was never intended to be a trilogy. Lucas wanted to put a space opera on the screen similar to those of Flash Gordon and Buck Rodgers, but he wanted it to look plausible, and exiciting, and the whole point of the film was to create a special effects studio capable of making shit look real on screen, unlike anything that had come before.
And despite himself, he succeeded in borrowing simple yet primal tropes and providing an engaging story where the good guys win because they are the good guys, without question. It was a self-contained story that made great work in providing a larger world that was casually mentioned and interacted with yet didn’t get in the way of the story itself. The world of Star Wars in that first movie felt fantastic yet plausible; and perfectly lived in. Nothing was new or shiny or clearly just-fabricated for the movie. All the right things were worn, with a petina.
And most of all, the story was supposed to end when the credits rolled.
It was a taught yarn.
Then came sequel, The Empire Strikes Back, and it is one of the few sequels that hit its mark perfectly. It added depth to the previously established world without confounding it through subtlty and simplicity. It was still a world that felt lived in, and possessed a coherent internal story line that built upon what was established in the previous movie without getting carried away. It even contained one of the ultimate plot twists in modern cinema; no easy feat. But there was one problem with the movie — by this time, they knew this was now going to be a trilogy, and that they had to lay some pipe to get through Return of the Jedi. The ending of the second movie didn’t do the rest of the story justice, but it was clear there would be a third act.
Unfortunately, that’s where it all went off the rails, and Star Wars would never really be what it was again. The story of the Jedi was basically a mashup of the first two, with a worse plot twist and a lamer Death Star explosion.
Then the prequels happened, which were all simply an exercise in laying pipe through merchandising channels, chasing the same troupe of actors with some special effects technology through plot points with nary a story to be found anywhere in 360 minutes.
The prequels could have been compelling if the story came first, and if the entire slate were filmed in real life rather than in a computer.
But they weren’t, so it wasn’t.
Then Disney bought LucasFilm, and now we’ll get Star Wars movies of varying degrees of quality from here on to Doomsday. I liked The Force Awakens well enough, but it isn’t a great movie. I really enjoyed Rogue One, because despite its flaws, it’s the first one of the movies since Empire that felt lived in and plausible. And it was basically The Guns Of The Navarone set in the Star Wars universe.
Then I started hearing about this piece of shit sequel.
If the spoilers are true, and according to the reviews I’ve read today, they are, The Last Jedi is an exercise in CGI, carefully hitting plot points at the expense of an engaging story, and doing its damndest to nix what few virtues The Force Awakens possessed.
I will see it, likely this weekend because the Wife wants still wants to see despite the horrors that await, but I do so with muted enthusiasm.
Okay, I’m out.
Have a great weekend, friends.


Christmas (Baby, Please Come Home)
Pissing Out The Poison: Singles & Other Swill
New Bomb Turks
Crypt Records | 1995

Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on December 8, 2017

Looking back on the past couple weeks and seeing how utterly the clandestine efforts of our spook class to sabotage the current administration have done boomeranged on them, I wonder how we ever made it out of the 80s alive, to say nothing of winning the Cold War.
If we’re this bad at spycraft, HOW BAD WERE THE SOVIETS?
It’s probably best not to dwell on it, what with their supposed demise and all.
And yet, a quick glimpse at the student union or faculty lounge of any random university in the land is sure to reveal that the USSR is going strong, at least in spirit, like a Gladys Knight and the Pips song.
So here we are.
Just like yesterday’s Friday.
Surely just like tomorrow’s Friday.
But here we are.
Today’s Friday will simply have to suffice.
Still completely up to the gills with work – I haven’t not worked less than 13 hours in any day for the past two weeks, and this should be the same clear on to Christmas. However, due to a fortunate alignment of the calendar, I’m squeezing a continuous 19 days off with only 9 vacation days.
Alright, I can already feel the pull of it, so I’m cuttin’ bait on this for the day.
Have a great weekend.


The Season’s Upon Us
Signed And Sealed In Blood
Dropkick Murphys
Born & Bred Records | 2013

Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on December 1, 2017

Sorry I missed last week. The holiday didn’t quite go as planned and there was no Internet.
Also, today is going to be short, too short, because all of my energy is currently going to suppressing an impressive amount of rage and anger.
We haven’t lost yet.


Drinkin’ Up Christmas
Blag Dahlia Presents: Greedy Bootleg Volume 2
The Dwarves
S/R | 2004

Good Music Friday – Five Good Albums Edition

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on November 17, 2017

How is it the weekend before Thanksgiving? I don’t believe it. One of the reasons I don’t believe it is that it’s still 94 degrees. Tell me it’s August, and I’d believe you. That would work out great, since I feel like I’m just about ready to embrace Labor Day.
What in the fuck is this shit.
It’s been a pretty odd week, what with sex fiends lurking around every corner, but we persevere. I’m fairly certain that the Senate Republicans organized a political hit on Roy Moore, and it’s blown up in their face several times over.
Popcorn is ready on that front.
It’s rivalry week here in Los Angeles, as UCLA and USC kick off tomorrow at 5PM local. Usually, even when UCLA has shitty teams, I watch. Its an event. But honest to God, I don’t feel it this year. We’re not having people over. I’m not barbecuing anything. I don’t even plan on watching it. I might have it on the radio while I putter around the shop, but even then I’m as likely as not to just put on a podcast or something.
Cuttin’ bait on this.
It’s the weekend.
Go enjoy yourselves.
It’ll be Friday again before you can even blink.
Get ’em in.

Oh, and instead of one song I’ve decided to throw a bunch of complete albums out at you.
Here are five good albums, in no particular order, except I did number them for some reason.


Five Good Albums

Stone Temple Pilots
Atlantic Records | 1994

Alice In Chains
Columbia Records | 1992

Jethro Tull
Reprise Records | 1971

How Could Hell Be Any Worse?
Bad Religion
Epitaph Records | 1982

Back In Black
Atlantic Records | 1980

Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on November 10, 2017

These are dark times.
As much fun as CURRENT_YEAR(“FTW”) can be, it pays to remember that receding tides take with them moderation and anything resembling a middle-ground.
Even though I’ve been expecting exactly this for more than a decade, I am slightly aghast at just how quickly all sides are staking their claims, abandoning their cover, and pushing their chips all in.
Metaphors, what can I say. They’re better when mixed.
Alright, not really.
Yet interesting times don’t even begin to describe the story when the CIA barely cares to cover their tracks any more, when everyone foists accusations at everyone else for crimes of every stripe, when has-been actresses pyramid-scheme sex cults, when good Christians are openly derided for having the termity to get shot at by atheists in Church, or when they find losts cities buried deep under the Pacific.
And that’s just this week.
What does it all mean?
Get a bunker.
Conjure Plans B through Triple Z.
And be prepared to throw all of that out after 5 minutes in the muck because of some contigency you couldn’t have ever possibly accounted for.
In the meantime, fucking drink.
Get ’em in and have a great weekend.


The Tempest
The Real McKenzies
Fat Wreck Chords | 2012