Rollin' Like Sisyphus

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.
I’M WAY AHEAD OF YOU.
Get ’em in and have a great weekend.

SONG SELECTION

The Tempest
Westwinds
The Real McKenzies
Fat Wreck Chords | 2012


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Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on November 3, 2017

HASHTAG NOPE.
Keep your head on a swivel out there this weekend. The communists are likely up to shennanigans again.
I’m so out, I’m already gone.
Have a great weekend, and for the love of all that is righteous and decent in life, get ’em the fuck in if you haven’t already.

SONG SELECTION

Apocalypse Girl
Positively Sick On 4th Street
The Humpers
Epitaph Records | 1993


Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on October 27, 2017

STILL NO.
BLAME THE CIA.
OFF TO SCREAM AT MY TELEVISION DURING GAME 3 OF THE STUPIDEST WORLD SERIES I’VE YET TO WITNESS.
I POSTED A COUPLE OF THINGS AT MEN OF THE WEST RECENTLY.
GO THERE.
GET ‘EM IN.
HUCKLEBERRY OUT.

SONG SELECTION

Halloween
Run For Your Life
The Creepshow
Stomp Records | 2008


Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on October 20, 2017

NOPE.
BEEN DRUNK SINCE YESTERDAY.
EXPECT TO BE DRUNK CLEAR ON THROUGH THE WEEKEND.
OUT.

SONG SELECTION

You’ll Never Leave Harlan Alive
Live Performance
Darrell Scott



Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on October 13, 2017

I’M SO FUCKING OUT, YOU CAN’T EVEN BELIEVE IT.
The real tragedy is I just discovered I’m almost entirely out of alcohol, which I’m sure is either a metaphor that I’m too lazy to parse out, or an object lesson dispensed from on high that I’m to recalcitrant to heed.
So let’s drink to oblivion, either as a toast, or as a recommended frame of time.
Get ’em in, friends.

SONG SELECTION

She Knows
The Peel Sessions
Thin Lizzy
Strange Fruit Records | 1994


Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on October 6, 2017

What a shitty, horrible, piece of garbage lit on fire week this has been, both out there and in here.
Usually September is a motherfucker, but this year, the first week of October paid that bill in spades, like it was a fucking Great Leap Year Forward or something.
Still working.
Will knock off in a few, head out to the back deck with the appropriate beverage(s), pop the Dodger game on the radio, and drink my way out as I always do.
You know how I say that it was a false flag and things don’t add up and you can’t trust anything they say and it’s all a conjob and we’re all gonna die?
Still true, more now than ever.
Anyway.
Sorry to keep cutting these short, but the plates just won’t spin themselves.
Have a great one, and for God’s sake, get ’em in, if its all you do.

SONG SELECTION

Girl On LSD
You Don’t Know How It Feels (B-Side)
Tom Petty
Warner Bros. | 1994


Good Music Friday

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

HASHTAGNOPE.
Callin’ it.

SONG SELECTION

Poor Little Fool
Roasted & Toasted
The Slapbacks
Part Records | 2006


Good Music Friday*

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

No.
Stop.
Just stop it.
It can’t be Friday already.
WE JUST DID THIS FOR GOD’S SAKE.
I was there.
You were there.
How can any of you just go along with this embezzlement of the only valuable commodity you have?
HOW FOR GOD’S SAKE?
Okay.
I feel a little better.
No, not really. But I’ll be drunk soon, and that’s never a bad way to be, times being what they are and all.
I’m not even going to pretend I know what happened this week, both at home or abroad, because I don’t even really believe it’s been a week. Or even a day. I just posted the last one of these about 2 hours ago.
Hey, great, you get to live for a 100 years. Sure, it’ll go by in about 3 weeks, but easy come, easy go.
That’s no kind of way to live.
For those paying attention at home, the college football season is already 25% complete, AND ITS STILL SEPTEMBER. By this time tomorrow (you know, next Friday), it’ll be 33% in the books.
Fuck all of this.
Callin’ it, because I’m more in need of alcoholic remediation than any man I’ve yet to meet.
Get ‘em in, and make a good one.
HUCKLEBERRY OUT.

* Yes, El Borak, accelerationism by an order of magnitude.

SONG SELECTION

Cross-Eyed Mary
Aqualung
Jethro Tull
Island Records | 1971


Good Music Friday

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

DAMN IT ALL TO HELL.
HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND Y’ALL.

SONG SELECTION

Joke’s On Me
Raise Your Hackles
Reducers S.F.
TKO Records | 2006


Good Music Friday

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

You know, one of these Fridays I’m just not going to be here anymore. Then this will go dark, succumbing to whatever the blog equivalent of heat death is, and then where will you be.
Not a question.
Anyway.
Other things that have gone away never to return are Wrong Paul’s testicular fortitude and the debt ceiling. Imagine having an unlimited credit card that will keep right on working whether or not you ever pay the bill.
If you hear the faint twinkle of shattering glass somewhere out in the night, pay it no mind. That’s just the corpse of Ben Bernanke trying to keep the helicopters in the air for just a few more minutes.
I picked a great weekend to not be in Florida. Of course, that’s just about every weekend.
Hurricanes, earthquakes, fires, floods, and everything else, I’d like to think that the summer would make way for some measure of autumnal relief, but c’mon. We’ve been down this road a time or twelve before.
You know how pets and animals get all crazy, agitated and unpredictable when something like an earthquake or storm is brewing? Most people note this as they lament the inability of people to do the same. Yet I can’t help but look around the headlines and consider the possibility that larger groups of people absolutely behave the same way amid pending danger.
But what do I know.
Closer to home, we’re busy, always busy. I’ve got like 26 things I need to write for my own personal satisfaction, that I just can’t seem to get to, and its driving me insane.
Work toward financial independence they said.
What could go wrong they said.
So hey, I’m callin’ it.
Have a bitchin’ weekend and get ‘em the fuck in triple-time.

SONG SELECTION

Eve Of Destruction
Live & Wasted: Unplugged 1990
Johnny Thunders
Receiver Records | 2000