Monday, April 28, 2014

A Perfectly Primal Projection


What's in a household name?  The recipe surely includes deep seeded ingredients tossed together at the universes kind will and pampered by their ever random location’s X factors. 

Like the dark, wet and ever depressing weather of Seattle which fed the roots of the grunge greats.  Or the blazing dusty sun of Texas billowing out stars ranging from Buddy Holly, to T-Bone Walker, to the Great Stevie Ray Vaughan.  

Clearly sheer unadulterated talent oozes from their very pores.  An ingredient so foundational without it  you’re left with a new hipster mom’s flourless, gluten-free cake that tastes of molded mud hidden only by the shower of flames and a wish.   A three-part boundless will is a key ingredient to those known in every home.  It’s the element that drives them to practice in corners, with bleeding fingers trying not to wake those living in mediocrity.  There are dashes of esteemed focus and sprinkles of charisma taking the flavor to untouchable levels. Then baked at temperatures that breaks molds.  

Where is this all going you ask?  I am offering you insight into the next household name, I am drawing a line in the sand and taking a stand. The name: Reignwolf.



Friday, April 11, 2014

Friday's Funky Vinyl PlayList



  • Mark Lanegan - Has God Seen My Shadow? (On delicious yellow vinyl)
  • The Racontwoers - Recorded live to tape at Third Man 
  • Cage the Elephant - Melophobia
  • Broken Bells - After the Disco




Reigning in Delicious Yellow 45 Fever

Saturday, April 5, 2014

20:12



Tanky Lure

20:12


And she saw two angels in white sitting, One at the head, and one at the feet: 

Come dowsed in mud, soaked in bleach...

And here I sit holding rare flowers in a tomb...

Meat eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself on angel's hair and baby's breath...

You're my friend
I will defend
And if we change
    Well I love you anyway...

Married
  Burried...

Drained and blue
I bleed for you...

I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn back...

Who ever said we wash away with the rain...


...much love


Friday, April 4, 2014

April 5th...A day that is burned into my soul



Where to start? Ramblings. Two people that meant so much to some many people.  Baby boomers that can't relate. Or can they? He was our Lennon they (genx) say.  Drug addicts. Hmmm. So many memories.  Good, bad, and numb. I can still feel (actually hate to feel) the hole in my heart and burning in my stomach when I think back to both of those days...both bombs that were dropped...interesting enough in a very similar way.  April 8, 1994, I remember starting my car and hearing "Heart Shaped Box" like I have a million times...and then a pause on the radio.  Dead silence. Dead silence.  Dead Silence.  Then Marco Collins, legendary DJ, spoke and everything changed.  

Fast forward 8 years and the time had come that I unfortunately had been waiting for on a daily basis. There's something about instinct.  Something about a gut feel. When do you trust it? When do you know it's real? Driving home at 2 am and hearing "It's Coming After (Second Coming)" wondering why the fuck this is being played on the radio and why at this hour for God's sake. Then an old familiar voice came on the radio...Damon Stewart "the guru" spoke. It had been years since I heard him on the radio.  Damon was the first DJ in Seattle to play Alice on the radio and he was also Layne's and Demri's roommate. Do I remember the day Damon played them?  How could I forget?  Devin basically tattooed it on my brain about the big day when "they" would get their first radio play. Song ends and then, again, dead silence.  Dead silence. Damon then said IT.  I felt the same burn in my stomach and the hole was gashed back open.  I really didn't think I would have that feeling again, but I was kindly reminded. The difference being, I felt relieved.  He finally didn't have to suffer anymore. 

Rest in peace dear friends...

Core
Self imprisonment
I suppose somewhere inside me
I yearn for freedom from
That which holds me stagnant
Overexaggeration turns underestimated
Emotion...
Emotion. Why the urgency to hide and
Slow the flow of that which could,
And perhaps will, improve, and
Heal the burning inside?
I am protecting my pain
It is mine
And I so badly want to keep my
Pain to myself
But, in doing so I am hurting
So many who cross me, or care for me,
Aching for love and acceptance,
Only to throw you down in the latter
Of our shared love
Yet anger and guilt not shared
Between me and you
You are blamed for all that is a
Mystery within myself...burning
Oh, I pray that I might someday
Throw a blanket over that angry
Child
If the strength is found within the
Core of my being
His tears soak my heart and
Weight it down
I am drowning, and I am tired,
And so very, very lonely
I am.
 
--Layne Staley