Sometimes Life Gets In The Way -- Riding The Wave In

...continues from.

I recently wrote, "the reality when you set aside what warms your soul for what warms your belly can be a strange feeling." I am elated to announce that I've since firmly grabbed hold of the best of both worlds and it feels great. I am back in the construction trade as a ceramic/stone installer.

It feels like I'm back home from a long journey of scavenging with nothing to show for it. Only to find my treasure was right in front of me! I give thanks and praises to God for giving me the faith and focus to take the leap back in. I feel it is a big step back in the direction of the righteous path from which I should have never strayed.

I am a more disciplined man than the last time I traveled this road and I can assure you this opportunity will not pass me by. The light at the end of the tunnel is a bright as the sun and it warms my soul.

"Keep your face to the sun and you cannot see the shadows." ~Helen Keller

South Side Boys - Probationary Period

...continued from.

After probation we started to build a family. I found a trade and things were good. The kids grounded me some, and slowed me down. This was yet another, "I could pull my head out of my ass now" moments that slipped right by. I was making a good honest living, but two incomes are better than one, right? I never had to do much more than kick back with my boys at night to make money...at first. Money has a way of completely f*cking up one's judgement. Each night I was with the boys I wasn't with my family. F*cked up thing is, it's a vicious cycle because the money I made was for my family. So you begin to intentionally dull your conscience because you're "providing" but trust me, you will end up paying with your soul a thousand fold more than you have ever earned. I even became obsessed with my legitimate work 50-60 hours a week, plus side jobs, and hustling on top of that. My family grew up while I was on the grind and I'll never get that back. I financed the garden but feel like I barely got to see it blossom. You must be a provider but I took that shit and ran it into the ground. I allowed the responsibility of earning once again cloud my moral judgement and continue to deplete me. After awhile the hustle didn't come so easy, but that wasn't going to stop me. Lord knows it should have. When the hustle doesn't come to you it's something you never chase. That only ends in heartache or prison but I'm Big Daddy, doing my f*cking thing since I was 15 and no one is going to tell me otherwise.

...to be continued.

Transcending

If I don't expect to grow each day then why was my first step ever taken? I suppose to remind me of these days when I'm starting to feel the warm breeze twisting its way around the walls before me, only to drive them to dirt as if never above earth. That obstacle course is of my making. I need only choose to walk above the maze and it no longer impedes me.

Today is a day I choose to not be angry; today I am grateful for my family members old and new. Today I will be happy to know I will be a righteous son, father, and someday husband. I will share my smiles and affection like candy. I will hesitate to point out others short comings and flaws to allow genuine reflection on my own. I will strive to give willingly and unselfishly, wise and well guided advice. I would imagine a fair bit more listening in lieu of speaking wouldn't be all that either.

I can feel myself turning the corner and there's a sunny day right around the way. I will create it because I deserve it. I will transcend.

Song of the Day

The Decline of Civilization Or the Dawn of a New Era - Etiquette in Society Today

It's obvious we live in an increasingly busy society but personally I am appalled at the lack of common decency I witness in day to day life. I often wonder is it just over extended/over scheduled rat racers or does it go a bit deeper than that? I lean towards  the latter but my lady Tuesday insists I'm just a pessimist.

Self absorption and self importance seems to be running rampant to the point of a dilemma some days. From road-ragers to door slammers and elevator-closers "love thy neighbor" seems to be a mere memory. Now I must admit there's usually a person or two on a daily basis that do their best to renew my faith in society but they've got their work cut out.

A pleasant smile or a warm good morning are highly underrated tools to effect a more peaceful society. I know it seems ridiculously simple but just consider the idea. I believe you can generally change the path of a troubled soul with something as simple as a warm greeting and a smile. Even just eye contact can brighten a miserable day.

I'm not sure if I'm just an odd creature or a dying breed but I've never felt in line with the average bear. All signs do seem to be pointing towards a more cold, crude society. Sorry folks, the verdict is in, the decline of the American family ensures that decline wins over dawn of a new era.

God Bless and have a Merry Christmas.

Quote of the Day

LMFAO

"Thinkin sucks dude"~"Sethro Tull" Nauslar

South Side Boys - 21 and Running

...continues from.

By '95 my future wife and I were in full gear and life was pretty much the same as before except I was now a salesman at a lawn care company. Folks, if you didn't just die laughing, back up and reread. I sold these people the guarantee they'd always have good green grass. Not sure what you call that, literal metaphor comparison or some sh!t. As sad as it is now, it's still f@cking hilarious nonetheless. Just now 21, whole life's just begun, it's like a free buffet where we run. Living fast and working hard became the standard and the love affair that can become of that couple may be deadly. Money, love, and self-confidence are just the first few losses that come to mind. Lust of the fast lane tends to numb your soul to the whispers inside. Okay of course I"m writing this to provoke you, entertain you, you know a few chuckles and whatnot but most importantly I want to point out what  direction a potentially magnificent future can succumb to over a lust affair with the streets. I'm 37 now and when this story is done I'm planning to keep it all love from 37 forward. Reason is I finally got my head COMPLETELY out of my ass (OUCH!) and do plan on keeping it that way. Okay okay, I know I'm jumping around but just buck up and stay with me. 21 just begun, fun, fun, F@CK!

Messed around and got in a little legal trouble. Not big trouble but enough that should have sent a guy straight into the work force as a sole means of income. Me on the other hand I wasn't ready to relinquish my status and my hustle, whatever those may have been.

There's a short time during probation that I did fly straight but she spoke to me at night because the street was in fact my teacher and confidant. I supposed she deserved the floor for a moment.

To be continued...

Quote of the Day

If a man will begin with certainties, he shall end in doubts; but if he will be content to begin with doubts, he shall end in certainty. 

~Francis Bacon

Song of the Day

A Firm Stance and a Warm Embrace

Today I'd like to discuss something near and dear to my heart-Parenthood. In my twelve plus years of experience I must admit I've become quite the authority! Thankfully, I have no official pedigree or PhD so I may share my "uninformed opinions" without fear of serious retribution.

I truly believe today's parenting or lack thereof is directly related to our declining moral fabric in society, I find it idiotic to believe we have progressed so far that there is nothing left to learn from our predecessors. The new age "children are basically programmed and will find their own path" type parents should be beaten publicly for all to see.You can go to any local jail or prison to acquaint yourself with adults that were not exposed to positive,structured, family culture as children. Unruly kids are a direct reflection of lazy parents and will almost assuredly be underachieving/unhappy adults.

It's actually very simple. Common sense, Structure, and a Warm Heart are your best tools for raising your children. It is not our job to be our kids' friends. You can travel that road when your children are your age! Until then, walk the line and find your own friends at the bar like normal adults. Bottom line is it's on us folks to shape our kids ideas on respect, humility, and appreciation. We need to instill the desire to succeed and travel a righteous path at the same time. A skill which seems almost like an old wives tale nowadays.

Now back to parents that need a flogging: The parent whose goal is to not be embarrassed, "Oh, they'll be fine in a minute just ignore them" isn't always your best option. There are times when negative as well as positive reinforcement is, I'm sorry to say, absolutely necessary. The," I absolutely do not yell and don't ever give my child so much as a slap on the hand" school of thought is just not realistic. Call me crazy but a quick slap on the hand to firmly demonstrate the need to steer clear of the stove is far less traumatic to the psyche of a toddler than a pot of boiling water.  I'm certainly not trying to glorify or encourage corporal punishment but I am a fan of common sense approaches to child-rearing. I also see nothing wrong with a firm menacing tone, even a low roar if your child is acting like a horse's ass at the grocery store. They should be embarrassed and it should be of no concern if your tone attracts attention. The other parents should not be your focus.

Now obviously if you are a "hard-line, always kick ass and take names parent" you will fail miserably. Again, Common sense, Structure, and a Warm Heart are key. You must be caring and loving unselfishly with your child. If you are not a physically affectionate person you need to learn to be. A warm embrace and a sympathetic tone is sometimes all your child needs. If your parents didn't openly show affection and you're not used to that type of thing, tough shit! Tell it to your counselor and be sure your kids do not suffer because of past mistakes.

Love your kids folks. Talk to them. Listen to them, and most importantly take the time to enjoy them. Until next time...

Sometimes Life Can Get In the Way

Hello folks! How have you been? Yes, I agree it does seem like forever and it feels nice to be back! It feels as if it's been months and it's only been a couple weeks now that I haven't been writing. I could have jumped back in a few days ago but my notebook felt foreign beneath my pencil. It's true that stagnancy breeds laziness (and mosquitoes). I've spent the last couple weeks on a side job at night and the "give" was not writing while my "take" was some extra cash. Although grateful for the opportunity to earn extra money, it's fairly disconcerting that it has completely stifled my writing (even if only temporarily). Life is good but it does sometimes get in the way. The reality when you set aside what warms your soul for what warms your belly it can be a strange feeling. I really missed having time to write in the recent past and the ease at which my words came to me has not yet returned. So I decided to bear to you what frets me in an attempt to overcome this proverbial "bump in the road." Thanks for lending me your ears or eyes or you know what I mean. We'll talk soon...

Science Project

05-08-07

Don't repeat it delete it
Do not repeat it defeat it

You look down here and derive your thesis

Mommy never fed you this shit, you're not equipped for stripped flesh and a death wish

You get down to look up and drive your thesis.

Don't believe, defeat it. To close for comfort, repeat it

08-31-11

When you finally see behind my eyes you won't believe it.

Post Graduate Studies

...continues from.

The more I ponder the idea of someone coming to my aid with solid advice, a "this could happen to you" type story, or to tell me what's really going to be important to me in just a few years, it would have done no good; I was stubborn and "hood-rich" and already knew everything! No one could have pulled my head out of my ass even with a bulldozer. The sad truth is just short of a jail sentence or a dirt nap I just had to see it for myself, the wasted years and pain I've created in my life. To feel the sting of lost potential that nips at your heels can be haunting. Like rabid puppies they probably won't take you down, but (their ferocity makes it clear), it's not for lack of trying.

Graduation was bliss and the ensuing parties were as well. I don't remember sleeping for two weeks. Riding a high of adrenaline, testosterone, and a few other stimulants, I remember seeing so many tears during this period and I could feel the sadness and despair in their painful stares. Scores of young hearts crushed under the weight of perceived adulthood. I shared no such feelings. The first couple of years after high school was an unbelievable, carefree time in my life. It seemed like my whole life was still ahead of me, not realizing I'd been burning my candle from the wrong end for almost a decade now. My nemesis during this period was primarily my lack of foresight, or hindsight for that matter. This was however a period of time that holds little regret. I was able to travel all over the mid-states, chasing good shows and good times, and they certainly were not elusive destinations. The boys and I had a seek-and-destroy mentality, and I mean that in the most positive way. We saw Pink Floyd at Arrowhead Stadium and followed Lollapalozza from Chicago to Des Moines,then Denver. One of the most memorable concerts was the Soul Assassins tour at the Aragon Ballroom in South Side Chicago. It was Cyprss Hill, House of Pain, and Funkdoobiest!! We followed that tour all throughout the Midwest as well. From wild road trips to the most peaceful secluded, private getaway with my sweetheart, this was the period of my life I felt the most freedom and control over the pace of things. This time was fairly short-lived because of a decision I made about my relationship status that I believed would change the course of my life irreparably. I broke up with my high school sweetheart, my first true loving relationship, for a chance at a friend I had been infatuated with since 7th grade. I later married that friend and we had two beautiful children. The night I found out it was over felt strangely similar to being shot in the chest and I thought again of my sweetheart. Although there were good years in my marriage and I now have two wonderful children, not a day went by after my divorce that I didn't think about my sweetheart, her smile, and her dedication. Just another mindless, selfish decision that would haunt me, just like the rest. As the regret and guilt started to fade, I felt a false sense of security not realizing they'd be back to visit again and again. If I'd stayed with her, I would have never had my two beautiful babies nor would I have met the woman that changed my life, my love Tuesday. So it's strange to me admitting I sometimes ponder what could have been if I'd stayed with her.

To be continued...

Changes

I recently found a notebook that contains a collection of some of my older writing and I've had quite the good time thumbing through these works. I found one in particular that stood out and was quite moving to me personally. It was difficult to finally decide to post this because I certainly didn't want to appear to condone the self-loathing subject matter contained in it. After much consideration I decided to share this piece so, if nothing else you folks could have a peak into where I've come from and where one can go to even if they are coming from the darkest of places. A voice for the voiceless type of work that says you are not alone and the dark nights will lead to brighter days, if you stay and face the pain. From "Changes" to Martes Mi Amor, I've made quite a swing towards the positive and it feels great.

3-12-07

At the end of the rope riding the downward spiral "Tim was here too" all you c*cksuckers know it's true. You actually think there was anything in common between me and your crew? I'll choke you to death. You'll turn the palest of blue, just like when I execute my own calling.

I can no longer touch pain to my face day after today. No good deed gets paid is what they should say. I've tried everyone's way right down to this last day. At the end of the rope and really can't remember the last day I felt peace or at least peaceful ignorance. Right now I'd take either. Give me anything, even a little more tension in this rope please.

Martes Mi Amor

The earth stood still when our eyes met. I was sure of what I was in store for hours before it became reality. It would be just how I read it during the black of night. We came together like prophecy pure as falling snow. You saw my insides out and never even flinched. The fresh wounds and the scars, you embraced them and immediately began to erase them. 

I can exhale in your presence and lay my head back with ease to slumber when in your arms. A rebirth through loving connection and open adoration for each other. No change as profound has occurred in my life since the births of Jacob and Grace. With a mere glance I snatched up the world in you. I had only dreamt of you, my lover, my teacher, my friend, my student. The fire in my soul and under my ass burns bright through your comforting embrace. You are my true adversary in comedic banter which brings soul-fulfilling knowledge through cerebral exchanges of nonsense. Our rhythm is undeniable. 

I can already feel the loving legacy we will leave for our children. It brings a smile to my face and a safe peaceful feeling in my heart. Although I have nothing to compare it against I've seen our love through the prophet's eye. I adore you my love. We will be heard when we take our turn on the Mountaintop! 

Happy Birthday, Baby Doll! 

Quote of the Day

"Why do we script carefully what's wrong just to guess about what's right?"   

~T Money

Ska Song of the Day

Dedicated to my lovely Tuesday Money...

Seasons 9-05-11

The first signs of frailly has touched the leaves, beauty of change is in the air. I feel alive and in touch today. The solace of true love and the truest sense of letting go fill the air in a pungent sense of urgency and calm together that I've not until today been comfortable with. The indigo sky whispers to me and says, "come play, it's safe out here now, you've let them all runaway ...your path is clear my son."

If I choose to adhere the world is ours my love, if not, it will stifle me, removing will like a constrictor. But my pessimism is on that back burner today. I choose to look forward to our season of change. The sun with the rain is true beauty.

Ska Song of the Day

Quote of the Day

"Why is it some believe the truth is negotiable once the film goes black?" 

~T. Money

Rugrats - March 2007

My love, my life, my breath comes in two versions, big man at seven and a "little" sweetheart, small in size but not  in stature. Grace you're gonna be a heart snatcher, a soul raptor, President of the U.S. if that's what you're after. You are already wise enough to capture whatever it is you go after.

Jacob, I can see you as a direct reflection of myself as a total and section by section. It's up to you to push the redirection of you energy and your pain. Prudence will allow you to truly gain, focus and maintain you beautiful, enlightened vision of open, honest care for the world. I've never even heard of a more peaceful, selfless, generosity. Your love of nature and this world is Prophet-like, honestly.

Neither will yet walk freely, just knowing where you are from should be enough to keep your head up away from the gutter.

It won't ever be easy but you've got what it takes to break the cyclical genocide us folks call a family tree. You are from me but you are free...

Quote of the Day

The beautiful thing about learning is nobody can take it away from you! 

~B.B. King

Ska Song of the Day

Frogs

Every day forced performance of a faith found midway through (a tenth generation rat-race). My last dance, I don't care why you drop, we all jump, first or last with intent on four through six, midway through the tenth generation rat-race. Rattling is evidence of the result of this strangulation, I see some light,but once a week while dreaming, it's butane and sterling that's gleaming through IV's with dope streaming. Find your spot to end your bleeding, run, hide, but absence must be fleeting, afterall facing the pain feels better than retreating....

Quote of the Day

"Life's challenges are not suppose to paralyze you, they're suppose to help you discover who you are." 

~ Bernice Johnson Reagon

Ska Song of the Day

Save Me Boy - April 2007

Save me boy. Take me in your room of toys, put it down for me. And pick me up for me. Save me for them you know whom they could be. Find me for me and take me down there to meet him. Take my hand please walk me down there to greet him. 

I've done my best most of this life to defeat him. Let's get together c'mon and try to repeat 'em 

times we were young 

more than dope was way fun

South Cinema Seven made me feel I'm in heaven, I think I was barely f*ckin eleven. Different views of heaven, way different homes young feet stepped in. Till death we're still brethren. 

Midwest Independent -- Review

Friday August 26th @ 7:45 PM

The feeling of fall in the air, a perfect evening, the smell of Blue Thunder is strong and I find myself reminiscing of Thunder Power in the dead of winter. I am at that place again tonight, The Barley St. Tavern in Benson, an intimate neighborhood-type bar religiously dedicated to the local music scene. What I find most appealing is for the most part, the sound is always great. For a small venue, it is quite impressive. I've seen everything from acoustic singer/songwriter to straight up punk rock and both spectrums came across well. Tonight I'm here to see Dorkas, which my dear friend Jason "Brown" is a member. Also playing tonight is Deadbeat Darling. I have to admit my anticipation is "high" tonight.

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Initially our evening started out slow. First arriving before the bar opened, then the lack of lead singer for the opening act, did not leave a strong sense of confidence in the rest of our evening. This all changed the moment Deadbeat Darling hit the stage. To put it quite simply, they blew my f#cking mind. Everything from that point forward was far better than my highest expectation. Their energy and presence rivaled that of some of the most solid veteran bands in the industry. The proof was in the pudding when my "dancing girl" could no longer stay in her seat and decided to shake it one time a little closer to the stage. Their songs have a very upbeat, almost mystic quality. They have a magnetism that shines through undeniably. It is directly related to their  chemistry and surgically accurate musicianship. The rhythm section was a tight as anything I'd seen in awhile. They psychedelic flow of the lead guitar appeared to be placed delicately just atop the beat. Lyrical content and vocals were also top notch. They have a great commercial sound, not a "Switchfoot" commercial sound but more like Kings of Leon or U2. It is obvious by their stage presence, this band is destined for the cosmos.

And next up, last but certainly not least, "my mans and them!" Dorkas and they brought it, as I expected they would. They exhibit a ferocity and aggression I haven't seen since Anatomy of a Riot graced this very stage, Jason Caldwell being a member of both these bands. Dorkas as a whole looks at home on stage and it shines through musically during their set. With a guitar heavy full layered sound, they filled the room with fury just before they blew the doors off the place. It felt great to be back here watching my dear friend leave it all on the stage once again. His performance was inspiring to me as always.

Thanks again to everyone who played on Friday and I'll see you soon!

Quote of the Day

You wanna count me out you better think again. You better realize now that I ain't stoppin...This is where I start this where I begin. This where you stop, this is where you end...Among the Dead we will rise. 

~Tim Armstrong

Ska Song of the Day

Upcoming Event -- Weekend of the 26th August

Hey you! Come on out to the Barley St. Tavern this Friday August 26th to see Dorkas and Deadbeat Darling live!! The show starts @ 9 PM. Get there early to enjoy a pint and good company! Barley Street Tavern is located @ 2735 N. 62nd St. One half block south of Maple on 62nd St. in Old Town Benson. $5 at the door. Thanks for supporting our local music scene. 

Midwest Independent - A Cry For Help

Is there anybody out there? Hello? Can you hear me? I can hear faint whispers and I swear I feel the shifty glares staring back at me from my Blogger stat sheet. So unless the almost 1700 views in a little more than a month is a result of my three literate friends just trying to be supportive, these beady eyes must be you! Oh no! There is another possibility...my past traumatic paranoia is flaring up and perhaps there are no beady, shifty, whispering eyes staring back at me! I know you are out there damnit! Say something! Click on the rectangle below and "comment" a simple "you fuckin suck" would suffice, honestly. I've got my Big Boy Pants on and I believe I can weather your storm. I can see you looking. I know you're there...so just say something Please!!! I need input!

Seriously folks I'd love to hear from you. Nothing wrong with a little interaction. Feel free to share opinions, story ideas, suggestions for Quote or Song of the Day...whatever you want to share I'd welcome it! I'm going to be increasing my focus on the Midwest Independent section of this blog, so local musicians hit me up! I'd love to help support you - free pub is good pub! My fan base is growing daily and I'd be glad to post flyers, show dates, CD release parties, etc. Hit me up on FB (that badge down there in the right, bottom corner), or post your info in the comment section here. Thanks for your attention to my issues in advance, talk to you soon!!

~Horace Brittlepie

Quote of the Day

Love... Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself...To know the pain of too much tenderness,to be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully...

~Kahlil Gibran

Ska Song of the Day

Upcoming Event

Quote of the Day

I believe that music is connected by human passions and curiosities rather than by marketing strategies. 

~Elvis Costello 

Ska Song of the Day

Ska Song of the Day

Special thanks to Frank Rolfe for the suggestion!

Quote of the Day

In adversity, remember to keep an even mind.

~Author: Horace 

Source: The Book of Positive Quotation

A Night At Home Alone With My Mind

I wait and try but when is my time? I've repented my sin and admitted my transgressions. Dare I go back to the mountain top to profess yet again? I have no strength left to be a patient man. I've found a love that is true and an outlet to quench my soul but, when its my time? Where is my rhyme? My struggle may lead back to my life of crime.

Time and time again this wretched world will not let me win. Cut me off at the knees again and again and again. These words are the death of me. I feel it inevitably creeping back on me. No rest for the wicked and death sentence for us wretched, tortured souls. I don't like the way my pencil feels against us today; lets try tomorrow another way. To get together for whatever, I know that smirk means you think I'm clever. You're not the only one that's tired of stormy weather. Now that we've found our rhyme shall we be back to "Mountain Time"? Mount it like Everest and flip the world the bird in jest. I can feel the pain lift off my chest while we speak and confess. I hurt dammit, I burn and I think you know the rest.

Ska Song of the Day

Quote of the Day

The basis of our political system is the right of the people to make and to alter their constitutions of government.  

~George Washington 

Ska Song of the Day

Quote of the Day

The most perfect political community is one in which the middle class is in control, and outnumber both of the other classes.

- Aristotle

Fox's

...continues from.

I knew it was all the wrong things that were feeling right, and I had no control over it. I was just a boy... and only God can judge me. A sixteen year old's conscious is just that -- sixteen years old. So, we made our way to the local hot spot, "Fox's" and set up shop for the night. There were kids hustling pool, some shooting craps in the corner when the owner wasn't around, and of course the sale of illicits which were as numerous as the delinquents that inhabited this place.

Anyway, I better enjoy myself tonight because it's work or journalism every night the rest of this week. That's the problem with a headstrong teenager, their priorities are all f*cked up. I should have embraced my positive outlet in journalism and been more proud of my legitimate income but, damn I loved the attention we get when we're in the streets. People respected our neighborhood back then, kids stuck together whether black, white, brown, or any combination thereof, skin color didn't count, it was about where you were from.

If you could catch the parties in our neighborhood in a single snapshot or short reel it would read like a ghetto Benetton ad, "The United Colors of the South Side." One constant in my heart from late adolescence forward was the strong sense of pride I drew from growing up in a true "melting pot community" like South Omaha, Nebraska. My family tree represents the color wheel and if you don't understand why I'm proud of that you are most likely not my type of people.

To be continued...

Seeing is Believing

Quote of the Day

Guest quote of the day by Frank Rolfe: 

‎"Give me 6 hours to cut down a tree and I'll spend the first 4 sharpening the axe" 

Abraham Lincoln

Ska Song of the Day

Quote of the Day

Every failure brings with it the seed of an equivalent success. 

Napoleon Hill

Ska Song of the Day

Midwest Independent News and Reviews

I'd like to talk today about the album Flashlights (2006), by So Many Dynamos. During the process of beginning this article I stared down at the blank page of my Moleskine for several minutes having no clue where to begin. There is truly so many aspects of this album that are mind blowing that I couldn't decide on what I like to call "the punch point" should be for this article. None being more important/ legit than the other I decided to just start writing so...here we go folks!

I've never felt a more organic connection to a collection of songs in all my days on this earth. Lyrically it is absolutely flawless, with a near prophetic take of the state of our world today (How High the Moon). It is beyond eloquent, evoking effortlessly the emotion and vision from its listener that initially caused the writer to put pen to paper. From Search Party, to We Vibrate, to Home is Where the Box Wine Is, the memory of young lust is thick in the air! The feeling of doing wrong and feeling right about it is liberating.

To explain this album musically is not an easy task. Their sense of timing and production are impeccable. I can best explain it like this...acid jazz, fused with math rock, meets perverted dance pop. Would you like me to elaborate? I bet you would! I'd hope by now you are motivated to give a listen yourself. If I haven't quite sold it yet, by all means allow me to continue. After listening to track 6, In Every Direction you begin to realize how broad their realm of influence really is. The song is surprisingly dance club friendly. If it doesn't make you body move, I would seriously request a check of your pulse. The beat is infectious and the song finds a Blondie-esque, almost disco-dance groove.

One of the most interesting aspects of this album is the use of what seems to be a sort of "backyard friends choir" for singing background and chorus parts on several songs. I thought the traditional separation of natural musical ranges within the "choir" were underutilized but as a whole it was interesting and very effective. As lame as it is to admit, YES that was the best I could muster as far as criticism. I truly believe this is one of the most  underrated, underexposed, albums in recent history and it deserves a spin or two, so humor me children as you often do...

Quote of the Day

The key to immortality is first living a life worth remembering.  

Bruce Lee 

Ska Song of the Day

Quote of the Day

If I thought about it, I could be bitter, but I don't feel like being bitter. Being bitter makes you immobile, and there's too much that I still want to do. 

 ~Richard Pryor  

Ska Song of the Day

Midwest Independent

Mission Statement:

To proliferate the exposure and appreciation of the independent music scenes of the Midwest. To give a voice to the treasure chest of virtually untapped talent in the Mid-states, past and present. After all, "How do you know where you're going if you don't look back?" -Everlast.

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As I pondered on how to launch this new section of my blog, my mind immediately drew itself to the album, "Flashlights" by SoManyDynamos (St. Louis, MO). I quickly realized however, some background information may be required to make some sense of my interest in a five year old album by a St. Louis independent rock group and more specifically why I decided to launch Midwest Independent. So for your convenience and my amusement, allow me to explain.Since as early as my memory allows music has been intertwined with my soul.

The night I was given my first album, seems as though it was only a few years ago when in fact I was 5 years old in the winter of '79. It was Kiss - Rock and Roll Over. My parents got it in a "KTEL-type" Christmas 3-pack that contained a KC and the Sunshine Band album, and an album I can't recall. Even at this young age, it was obvious to me KC and the other forgotten album both SUCKED!!! They went immediately to file 13 and Kiss when straight to the turn table, and from there a monster was born.

My first concert was again Kiss, the Lick it Up Tour. Feb 9th, 1984 at the Omaha Civic Auditorium. The band Loudness opened the show. I was 9 years old and fell in love instantly with the allure of the "live show" and then the monster sprouted wings.

Dozens of hard rock and heavy metal shows later I was introduced to punk rock and hard-core around 1986 and instantly began to nest. I sank my claws into Omaha's amazing punk rock scene. There was a Great Show at least once a week, whether it be local talent or national acts. I'd go to every show I could possibly get to from about 12 years old on. While other kids were on the ball field, or settling into their Atari my friends and I were skate boarding downtown on the search for flyers for the next show. Bands like Apathy, Cellophane Ceiling, Cordial Spew, and Asphyxiation are a few of the early local Omaha acts that helped to shape my obsession with punk rock and "underground alternative music."

I've seen hundreds of shows in Omaha alone and feel truly blessed to have been a part of them. From the Power Landing, to the Raunch Bowl, to Sokol Hall, I've left my blood, sweat, and tears in those pits and wouldn't change it for the world. I've always felt a close connection towards the local music scene mostly because I've been blessed to have many talented friends who have influenced my passion for good local music and the undeniable urge to support our scene.

I'd like to credit a few of these friends in honor of their accomplishments and to acknowledge my love for what they do. Although the following band list may not be complete I've decided to list the bands that have influenced me the most.

Robin Nanfito - Asphyxiation

Pat Dieteman - Asphyxiation, Cactus Nerve Thang, Real Time Optimist, Anatomy of a Riot

Jimi Watson - 311, Fevertrees, Old Boy Network

Aaron Wills - 311

Lee Meyerpeter - Cactus Nerve Thang, Bad Luck Charm, Filter Kings

By launching Midwest Independent, I hope to shed some light on the fertile breeding grounds that are our local Midwest music scenes.

For years I've longed for clarity on the subject of my life's calling. I believe I've rediscovered this calling in writing and in Midwest Independent. I've had this idea for years and the day for stagnancy has past. So, I give to you my heart and soul for you cursed, opinionated bastards to rip to shreds... ENJOY.

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"Your only competition is in your mirror." 

Melissa Bannister

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What I am trying to get across to you; is please take of yourselves and those that you love; because that is what we are here for, that's all we got, and that is all we can take with us. Are you with me?  

Stevie Ray Vaughan 

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Guest ska song of the day by Tuesday Money...



BABA BROOKS - INDEPENDENCE SKA

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Guest Quote of the Day by Tuesday Money...

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you

But make allowance for their doubting too,

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

...Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,

If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much,

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

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Guest post today by Frank "Fritzilla" Rolfe... Thanks brotha from anotha mutha.

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I think music in itself is healing. It's an explosive expression of humanity. It's something we are all touched by. No matter what culture we're from, everyone loves music.

~ Billy Joel 

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After I changed the string we picked up right where we left off - and punched back in at the same time. I don't know if this has ever been done before. The engineer sort of looked at us weird, but we got it on the first take.  

Stevie Ray Vaughan 

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“Throughout history, it has been the inaction of those who could have acted; the indifference of those who should have known better; the silence of the voice of justice when it mattered most; that has made it possible for evil to triumph.” Haile Selassie

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...dedicated to the Love of my life, my Beautiful, Amazing, Woman Tuesday Money...

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A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand. Is not the mountain far more awe-inspiring and more clearly visible to one passing through the valley than to those who inhabit the mountain? 

Khalil Gibran 

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Ramblings

Another chance at life may be the death of me. Why can't I see past the sins of the flesh that have been haunting me? The only thing that made me feel alive will bury me. Every time I return to the sanctity of my castle walls, pain and past regret begin to seep back in like ground water. Like bloodhounds after a wounded fox. The mistakes have locked on my scent and I can feel their breath on my heels. It may already be too late. I believe I'm not meant to venture down lost roads again or I may never again cross into the safety of my castle's gate.

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I can't believe how fast things move on the outside. I saw an automobile once when I was a kid, but now they're everywhere. The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry. The parole board got me into this halfway house called "The Brewer" and a job bagging groceries at the Foodway. It's hard work and I try to keep up, but my hands hurt most of the time. I don't think the store manager likes me very much. Sometimes after work, I go to the park and feed the birds. I keep thinking Jake might just show up and say hello, but he never does. I hope wherever he is, he's doin' okay and makin' new friends. I have trouble sleepin' at night. I have bad dreams like I'm falling. I wake up scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am. Maybe I should get me a gun and rob the Foodway so they'd send me home. I could shoot the manager while I was at it, sort of like a bonus. I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense any more. I don't like it here. I'm tired of being afraid all the time. I've decided not to stay. I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook like me. ~ Brooks Hatlen -- from Shawshank Redemption written by  Frank Darabont

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Ska Song of the Day: Guest Post by Tuesday

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"If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that." — Stephen King

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Get busy living or get busy dying-Stephen King

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Babies have big heads and big eyes, and tiny little bodies with tiny little arms and legs. So did the aliens at Roswell! I rest my case. 

William Shatner 

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Although this isn't a ska song it is in Honor of Amy's contribution to the Music world..you are lost but not forgotten...R.I.P. Amy

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Be not afraid of growing slowly; be afraid only of standing still. Energy and persistence conquer all things.~ Unknown 

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Be not afraid of growing slowly; be afraid only of standing still. Energy and persistence conquer all things.~ Unknown 

Streets of the South Side (South Side Boys) - After Fourth Hour

...continues from.

By fourth hour honors English Lt. my locker was empty but my pockets weren't. I had a lot of freedom and fun, Livin' "Ghetto Fabulous". I was a capitalist in every sense of the word, it was of no consequence my wares were mostly illicit in nature: baseball cards, weed, "starter hats," LSD, candy bars...anything with a fat profit margin.

By sixth hour I had the evening planned and the boys were chompin at their respective bits. Just gotta get home do my chores, my homework, and eat dinner with the folks. This is a working class neighborhood and you make damn sure you're home for dinner with your family. After dinner, my dad would unlatch my lead and watch me hit the door like a hungry dog with his dog pack waiting feverishly at the curb. Back out on the streets Droogies!!!  And yes folks, I had a job; it was at HyVee, but, I'm not on the schedule tonight. My parents and sometimes even my teachers, would tell me, "look at your friends! waiting for you to make a move, you are just a natural leader," and I would say to myself, "okay, so now what?" There was a distinct shortage of positive influences chiming in on this subject, but why didn't I just ask? (Another hindsight moment brought to you by Zanax!!). Well that would have been admitting I didn't know everything already. I did hear a faint voice of reason but couldn't quite make out the voice. Then the streets came to me, spoke clearly to me and told me where to put this stuff inside me -- right up inside her, block by block. I didn't understand my leadership potential, but I knew how to make money, Period...

To be continued... 

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"One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain."~Bob Marley 

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"I wish I could just hug you all,but I'm not gonna!"

Layne Staley

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An old Omaha favorite...

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"A man with money is no match against a man on a mission." -Doyle Brunson 

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"Music washes away from the soul
the dust of everyday life."~ Berthold Auerbach (1812-1882) ~

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"I'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to." ~James Marshall Hendrix

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This song was suggested by Frank Rolfe. A special thank you to Frank!

If anyone would like to put in their suggestion, contact me via Facebook.

It's Too Late to Say Goodbye - Originally Written Dec, 10, 1990

I wrote this article for the Bryan Sr. "The Orator" in tenth grade, after the loss of a close friend and I've recently decided to add another chapter. Out of respect for those involved in the second chapter, I've decided not to print it at this time.

It was almost ten o'clock. I decided to make my way into Sts. Peter and Paul Church. I was going there on that day to "celebrate the death and rebirth" of a very close friend, Gavin Gusak. Even though the priest attempted to make this an almost joyous occasion, I could find no room for celebration in my heart. 

I remember feeling much more calm at Gavin's funeral because I had attended the Rosary. So many thoughts filled my head, but mostly thoughts of guilt for never letting Gavin know what a close friend I considered him. I thought about when we were younger, everything was simpler then. We never left the neighborhood, our skateboards being our only mode of transportation. We never even thought about the future, never thinking about the things that might happen.  

Gavin had a unique personality that made him well liked by whoever met him. He was good-hearted and always had a smile on his face. I think the priest at Gavin's funeral summed him up best when he said, "Gavin was always a little bit ornery with a smile." He wasn't perfect, and never claimed to be, but he was a good person.  

While sitting at the funeral, I thought about Gavin's death. I thought about the great time we had at Homecoming. I saw Gavin there and we were enjoying ourselves recalling old times. It all seemed so routine, I had no idea I'd never see him again.

I was so nervous on the night of the Rosary, wondering how many people have lost a close friend to drunken or reckless driving. Who might I lose next? It terrified me to even consider this. When I was praying for Little Brother (that was Gavin's nickname because of his size compared to most of his close friends), it was so hard to look down at him. It didn't look like the Galvin I knew. At that moment I realized I'd never see him again. 

What bothered me most was that Gavin was so young, he never got a fair chance at life. He would never get the chance to graduate or get to see his little brother Clifton grow up. He'd never get to tell relatives how much he really cared, to hear how much people cared about him, and to enjoy life to its fullest. We all loved you, little brother, we'll never forget the good times. That's all we've got now. 

 July 2011

My dear friend Brandy called and said, "I'm going to St. Mary's today. Do you want to go? I'm going to visit Gavin today." I felt my heart hit my gut because it had been 20 years since I'd  been to the cemetery. After the initial thump I braced for the guilt and it never hit. I wasn't sure why but upon entering the cemetery the normal river of tears was nowhere to be seen. I started to realize I wasn't carrying the guilt I remember carrying as a kid. Although I hadn't been back since a few months after his funeral, but had honestly had him in my heart and mind virtually everyday since then.

I never fathomed going back and ever feeling remotely calm or at peace but I did this day, it felt like the three of us were at the park smoking and laughing. I could hear his voice and feel his presence. We did cry a little but we laughed, shared some smoke, and caught up. A lot of smiles and "you remember when?" Right then I prayed that his family and other friends had gotten to a somewhat comfortable place with their grief. I hoped they realized there is no good reason to harbor guilt over mixed "goodbyes." I could see Gavin smiling down on me, reassuring me it is as good as we've heard on the other side, and I can relax and live out my earthly life in peace. Thanks to Brandy and Gavin for inspiration.

Quote of the Day

Winning isn't everything, but wanting to win is.~Vince Lombardi

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"Bob's legacy is reaching out over the decades. It has achieved a true value through hard work and Bob's dedication. He's still serving the people...Bob was a special person. Whatever he did in his lifetime will never have been in vain. He never took himself to be as important as others see him, yet we all know he had the ability to shake the world." ~Rita Marley

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"Entertainment! change my life. It did for Kurt Cobain, too. When Gang of Four came to Seattle, I drove all the way from Boise, ID to see 'em. It was a totally nuts crowd. People still talk about it -it was pure energy. Andy Gill spent the whole gig just whacking his guitar like he was beating a small child or something. John King was out of his f***ing mind. His eyes were all rolled back into his head I used to be in a cover band that played all of Entertainment! We were called Red Set." Tad Doyle ~TAD

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Disclaimer: Although today's song is not a Ska song, it is worthy to stand amongst them.

"Entertainment! shredded everything that came before it. The Gang of Four know how to swing I stole a lot from them." ~Michael Stipe R.E.M.

Streets of the South Side (South Side Boys) - Monday Morning

...continues from.

The alarms' screech pushes me to my feet 32 minutes til blast off...wallet...check. Homework...check. Pistol...check. Two fat joints, check. 15 minutes til blast off. Cereal and glass of Pepsi will do. 7:15 time to run. The blast of Jeff's horn out front is the signal, let's get stoned and get to school.

Business Management first hour, how ironic. Could have taught this class in 7th grade. I think a nap sounds great. B+! and old Mr. Brittlepie knew I was baked everyday. He despised me... I abhorred him and we were as cordial as kittens! He hated my status and what he thought I stood for and I hated the symbolism in him."'What a boy may become,' Headline story at 8:00!"

Looking back now, my potential impact was already being bled from me. Drop by pure untainted drop. Pure life blood left on the West side of the gym and up in the catwalk.

To be continued...

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Quote of the Day

"Things are happening!"Johnny Richter of the Kotton Mouth Kings

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Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.~ Harriet Tubman

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Streets of the South Side (South Side Boys)

The first time I saw her, I was just a young boy. Even then, I knew without a doubt, she would teach me everything, completely... unselfishly... coming to me like a temptress in the night, she would take me under her wing and educate me in ways that most can't even fathom. Like a third parent, a .25 in my sock drawer, six grand in the lock box, and a cooler full of "the killer"... and I'm not even old enough to drive. I think I'm in love...

To be continued... 

Ramblings

Regrettably at least up until recently, I've been way less than I said I'd be... you'll soon feel my black soliloquy of the last drunken shred of my dignity... I spew it forth indignantly for no one to see... regrettably.

6/26/11

"Who are you to judge me and the life that I live... I know that I'm not perfect and that I don't claim to be...but before you point your fingers, make sure your hands are clean." ~The Honorable Robert Nesta Marley Jr.

The sun rises in the South around here!!!

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God bless her folks,but Blondie ain't got shit one this!!

Quote of the Day

I cannot give you the formula for success, but I can give you the formula for failure--which is: Try to please everybody. ~Herbert Bayard Swope

Thanks Tuesday! :)

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Roots of The Skinhead

I decided to post this video for quite a few reasons, the most important of which is to dispel misconceptions and stereotypes. Having personal exposure to both sides of this cultural debate I find it shameful that racists/separatists even refer to themselves as skinheads. True skinheads originated in Jamaica, migrated to the UK, and eventually ended up in the ol' USA.

It's about real working class values, pride in your neighborhood, racial tolerance, and love of SKA music!!! Now get up on your feet... and dance to the beat.

Ramblings

7-2-11

She saw my insides out and never even flinched. The fresh wounds and scars she embraced them and immediately began to erase them.

"Thank you Lord for what you've done for me, Thank you Lord for what you're doing now." ~The Honorable Robert Nesta Marley Jr.

I feel alive today! My heads in the gutter...but my feet are in the clouds..."

It's funny how you find yourself getting lost with yourself! To get lost alone with yourself way back there where the underbrush is up to your waist and you don't remember ever being there for sure... except maybe in a dream. To clear away the neglect and dance like a child in the moonlight is bliss.

Intuition - Your Best Tool When Selecting a Home Improvement Contractor

In my fifteen plus years in the construction trade I have often thought about how little influence a flashy portfolio or reference list has. My “picture book” was rarely even opened and as far as reference lists, unless you know the previous customer personally, or have seen the work with your own eyes, these can be smoke screens at best. A slick salesman once told me, “You can baffle them with BS if you’re not on a level playing field.” That being said, I’ve put together a few ideas that may help “level said playing field” when picking a home improvement contractor.

First and foremost, trust your intuition. Unless you are known in your sewing circle as the “one with too much faith in humanity” trust your judgment of character and intuition as your best decision making skills. Be prepared to gauge a reaction and be attentive to how things are said as much as what is said. Anyone really can be read like a book if you can just turn the pages. Approach is similarly to any relationship, professional or otherwise. Pay attention to their ability to communicate and convey their vision. Have a few questions ready about design issues or problem areas. Open a dialogue to get some insight on their willingness to work with you as a team while still realizing respectively that he/she is the professional. It also wouldn’t hurt to have a few parameter related questions ready i.e. square footage, lineal footage, material lists, etc., to have an idea if they can calculate efficiently and accurately.

Okay now, bear with me on this next one folks, there is something to be said about the psychology of the third party observer. A second set of eyes to watch from the “outside in,” someone who’s judgment you trust, anyone from your spouse to your neighbor, to simply gauge reactions to questions or even take a quick peak at the contractors work truck and tools, while you discuss specifics indoors. “A busy man’s space may be cluttered but a lazy man’s space if filthy.”

There are obviously textbook more typical steps to this type of decision making, especially in the industry of home improvement contractors. The competition may appear identical right down to the price per square foot. So, I believe a more intuition-based approach is as valuable as anything in this day and age. This being said, I hope I have left you today with at least a few new tools to ease the pain of your home improvement decisions.