Skip to main content


Showing posts from August, 2017

The Punk Years (Part Four)

We had finally scored a victory, due to the Santa Barbra show, and were finally able to break apart from the other shitty bands...with our own brand of shittyness. When we were packing up the car that night, Mr. Mohawk (The promoter) ran up to us, fuming at the mouth.

Mr. Mohawk- You motherfuckers will never play here again! You're fucking banned!

And while he was ranting and raving, our new found minions were chanting our name as they exited the parking lot in their parents pick up mobiles.

 Even Scott was in better spirits after that show, but after two more years of causing mayem, he finally threw in the towel. No one was really upset about this, since he was the odd man out in this group. So, we said our farewells with our middle fingers, and Todd became the new axe man of KFC.

But what about the drummer position?

Well, our buddy Raj joined us. His band at the time went by the name of None The Less. I don't remember the whole story but I think his band was on hiatus at th…


The world needs its monsters....
So, that its people can check off their moral rosters
And eliminate their personally elected imposters

 Idealistrc mobsters, living like rock stars
Think of them as zosters...
Erupting every now and then....

And like the gannet...
It doesn't matter how fast you swim...
Singing a death hymn trying to smack the world
In the chin....

Turning hopeful to grim
While the peace light quickly turns to dim
And your soul is released from within

But, if they are the righteous I might just be the devil
Less them human vampires, multiplying like rabbits
Taking crazy to another level

War is a necessary evil for our race to thrive

Tony the Bully

The bell rang, it was recess time....

I was a small boy of eight, around 1979

We had twenty minutes....
To raise hell...

Before returning to class
Which always felt like a prison cell

Being force fed reading, writing, and math
And If I was given the chance, I definitely wouldn't go back

Oh, what to do? 
Got no time to stand in line....
I might as well forget about the swings
And try my luck at the slide

But before I knew what was going on
Something had terribly gone wrong
When my face was slammed into the dirt
By some Italian jerk....

Who was wearing a "Chewbaca  Rocks" baseball shirt
Oh, what the hell? This means war!

No Borders

She was shown the stars...

 From their apartment rooftop.....

Locating Venus and Mars with an old scope
Propped up with a boot string, tied to a crude mop

 Pop, then took out his compass from his jacket
While shaking his head about the traffic down below making a racket

 And introduced the mechanics to her with excitment
Hoping that she would listen long enough
To gain some knowledge and enlightment

" To the East of here is where I was born. I was a sworn warrior from California, molded and worn from its shores. The red tailed hawks soared above me, as the waves carved  the warm sands. Leaving the beaches crippled and torn. To the North is where your grandparents still reside. Make sure you spend time with them when they are still alive. Thier stories will make your mind healthy and wise. To the South, is where the birds fly when it gets colder. Us humans follow suit, when we grey and get older. And to the West, is where the sun dips, so the moon can take over. And be the beacon of light …


Being spiderman is awesome....

Especially, when you're a fireman as well. With a monster truck playing mosh up, under the faucet, looking for the underwater mothership Scooby Doo lunch pale...

He goes off the rails with his super hero tales. Exploring adventurous trails Stomping over monster bodies and oozing entrails
Blood and guts feeds his fire and puts wind in his sails

From making shit or breaking shit ....

To collecting bugs and snails

Prevailing over evil and chopping through dragon scales

He's a mama's boy and the end of the day
She calms  him down from his fantasy play
But, as soon as the sun rises and washes away the morning grey

It's back to work for more zombies to slay ……

Waiting at the Gate

I was walking with my friends....
The sun was going down, blinding our vision

Black and tans in our hands, holding back our frowns, saying goodbye once again...

Our summer days, had come to an end, we saddled up with precision
And this is when, our crazy night  had began....

We made our way to a buddies house, but, he wanted some time alone on his old stained couch....
To explore the inside of a new girlfriends blouse
While AC/DC played in the background....
"Giving The Dog a Bone"

We fully could comprehend.....
So,we finished our drinks
Thinking about an excuse for the group to leave
I couldn't believe how easy it was to pretend
Saying our goodbyes again, while stuffing beers up our sleeves

Another girl....
Was with our clan, and stuck by my side
Drunk and thoughtless, cold and heartless, the rest eventually died
I became her world, while the group faded away in the darkness
Leaving their mark spotless, by the broom of life
In my subconscious, hand in hand with a future wife?

But, after ma…

Tech No!

Followers kiss the rings....

Of their heavy metal kings
And raise their pints to punk rock heroes

It's a beautiful thing when the gospel sings...

And hip hop fills the pockets of ghetto kids with ones and zeroes
Folk singers tell stories of forgotten places....

Reminding us of the good and the bad, while cold beer chases

Blues men keep grim tales alive, and the devil waiting
And country plays in the background during barnyard dating

But, then there is techno, which I truly don't understand
It sounds like a car alarm while beating pots and pans
A mixture of Galaxy Quest and a rusty electric fan
Moving the bodies of a million retarded dancing fans
While improving drug dealer business plans
Fire whirl....
Consuming hearts patience
Enigmatic twirl...
Love succumbs to complaisance
Music fills the soul...
And builds different relations
From the cream of the crop....
To raver kid retardation

The Punk Years (Part Three)

After a couple months of practice we scored our first gig. The venue was at the now defunct "Blue Saloon", which was a local watering hole in North Hollywood. It was fun but something was definitely missing, other than the lack of audience.

 We kept on plugging away through out the local club scene in Los Angeles, and eventually, we figured out what we were doing wrong. There was no chaos. We were just another band paying their dues. We had the songs, but we needed something more to take us to the next level.

  So, one night as we were heading to another gig down in Santa Barbra, Paul and I had a conversation.....

Paul- Yo dude. I've been thinking about the shows that we've been playing, and I don't think that they are getting us anywhere.

Me- Agreed. Any ideas?

Paul- I'd rather be infamous than anonymous, so let's destroy this club tonight.

Me- (laughing) Sounds fun. What's the plan?

Paul- I brought along a couple bags of tortillas and popcorn, …