The End Of An Era

I was aware that CBGB’s was closing soon, but it wasn’t until last sunday when I was surfing the net that I found out that one of my favorite ole punk bands would be one of the last to play at the infamous venue. Bad Brains played there on Monday & Tuesday of this week. And to top it all off MVD Entertainmaent released Bad Brains – Live At CBGB 1982 just three weeks ago. You can watch it it’s entirety below. The first 30 seconds tell you all you need to know, but I suggest you do like I have all morning, and crank this shit up the whole way through!

Not only was the Bad Brains show this week one of the last shows at CBGB but it’ll probably some of the last shows by the full line up. See, it’s a well know fact in the punk rock world that the lead singer, HR, is absolutly off his rocker. Completely mad. This can be witnessed in this video of Monday’s show were he wore a motorcycle helmut for a duration of the concert. You can see they rocked it out on Tuesday though. As you can tell the both the band and the venue are not what it was in 1982. I’m just glad I had a chance to go there during my trip to NYC this summer.

CBGB’s is dead, long live CBGB’s!


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20 Lessons To Kick Start Your Cooking Skills – Lesson number 20 is a test so be sure you’re paying close attention

Just in time for the 4th are11 Tips for Sparkling Fireworks Photos. Firecracker photography may seem difficult, but follow some simple rules and you’re virtually guaranteed good results.

As an added bonus here is How to Photograph Fireworks. If the above link wasn’t enough for you, here is an additional article taking pictures of exploding gunpwder.

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The Bacon Alarmclock: Last night I was watching the office and the boss on the show burt his foot making bacon in bed. Being the bacon lover I am, I though, “Wow. Wouldn’t that be nice? Bacon in bed? Yummm.” Well, this guy went ahead and made my dream a reality.

True Blue

On Friday after work I headed over to My Brother’s Bar to meet up with a few peeps. After a couple of beers I was able to talk everyone into going to my favorite secret bar. I’m not sure why I wanted to take everyone there, I guess because I don’t want to go by myself. When we arrived, G and I climbed the apartment stairs and knocked on the door. I could see the dim bar lights in the small gap of space between the door and it’s jamb. A high pitched woman’s voice screamed from the other side:
“What do you want?”
“We came for a beer.”
“We ain’t open.”
“OK. But we brought Mattie”

So my plan was spoiled but I’m not surprised because, as everyone knows, secret bars are only open during weird hours. Anyway, I’m not gonna talk about my secret bar on this blog anymore for fear of other people finding out about it.

Somehow we ended up at the new Quixotes. I hadn’t been to its (semi) new location yet so it was worth checking out. The place was huge. There was free ping pong. We also got to check out a little bit of Great American Taxi. They were all right I guess, just really typical for a place like that. In the back of the place is this tape trading room/smoking lounge. The dude who worked back there was so creepy it was freaked me out a little. G didn’t want to go back there by herself. This guy refused to answer any question I gave him with more than one word, never left his computer station, and never greeted anyone who walked in. He would only engage in conversation (if you can call it that) if someone asked him a direct question. He was probably just too cool for everyone but it sure did come off sort of disturbing. It didn’t stop me from buying a live (Oct. 10th 2003) Ween CD off him though.


It’s been an eventful week. I’ve been up to a lot but don’t really feel like writing about any of it so I’ll just type out some quick highlights. Thursday evening was spent having cocktails in the old neighborhood – it was great for that reminiscing part of my brain. Later we headed over to the Oriental Theater (nice blog, great venue) for this “420” thing that was a bit of a dud, but a decent cause.

Friday was rough but after work I rallied and met friends over at the Funky Buddha for a bit and then went home to watch movies.

Slept in Saturday and did tons of yard work (hmmm I guess that’s not a highlight). I then went off to a birthday party at Ogden Street South. It was a complete blast. Highlights include karaoke and the soon to be infamous “Nobody calls her that you fucking bitch!” episode. I’m beginning to determine that me and karaoke don’t mix well.

Sunday consisted of a 24 hour long headache (not hangover induced), another birthday celebration at the West End Tavern, and some serious couch time.

Crawfish Etoufee

My brother and his girlfriend invited me over for dinner with them on Tuesday night. She knows that I love Cajun food and she’s from Louisiana so she made crawfish etoufee. I kept telling her that I’ve never had crawfish before so they made sure to invite me over when they fixed it. It was sooooo good. She sent me home with all the leftovers too. I had it again for dinner last night. Mmmmm.

After dinner and a couple of bottles of wine we headed out to the Lions Lair. I’ve wanted to go to this divey punk bar since I was in highschool but never really had the reason to. It was everything I expected: dark, smoky, and rowdy. We went to go see a band called Tub Ring. Check out some of their music here (but I think they were better live). They come from Chicago and were recommended by a few of my brother’s friends. They sound kinda like Mr.Bungle meets Mindless Self Indulgence meets Secret Chiefs 3. We had a blast though. The first band sucked and was getting pretty heckled from the bar patrons. The second band, Bangtel, was a pleasant surprise and their claim to fame was that they had a giant woven blanket with a picture of a vagina on it tacked up to the wall. I ended up staying out till like 2:00 am. Way too late for a school night especially for a guy who’s sick.

As a result I was sick and tired yesterday. Literally. Not to mention my bills are stacking up. Time to start saving some money. I guess.

Actually, Joanne Helped Raise Me

The weekend officially started off over at my brother’s new apartment. My family, (both parents even), the brothers’s girlfriend’s mom (one of the best Gumbo chefs I know), Trout’s family, and various other friends all got together to party. The function of the party was three-fold: as a housewarming for my brother and his girlfriend, as chance for everyone to get to meet each other, and to eat some of the best gumbo west of the Mississippi. In addition to the great company and excellent food, the evening included babies, dancing, beer, wine, gin & juice, drawing, impromptu jam sessions on pots, pans, air guitars, real guitars, vocal chords and any other instrument that could be found or invented, and tons of laughter. After the party we all went to the bar. This was probably not a good idea. Some of us were not allowed in the bar for various reasons – those of us that made it were kicked out in less than 15 minutes. Apparently the owner/manager of The Park doesn’t take kindly to grown men dawning some of their girlfriends accessories and acting like they are picking up on him. Getting kicked out was totally worth seeing that grumpy old man’s reaction though.
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