Saw the Austin Texas punk band the Big Boys at the http://www.whiskyagogo.com/site/ my first time. This song defines the wild electric craziness of that time period: the early 1980’s Punk Scene.
I find that often men tend to break my pace. They call me names and belittle me…not all of them just a few, yet those same ones are afraid of me, so they only belittle themselves…
Still this song is in the heart of me and “my pace” in life,
Happy summer solstice
CURATED by Tequila Mockingbird she gives ya a good show…for a 5 buck donation to the Punk Museum you have art, music and food to play with. Tonight you could have talked or mingled with artists. I feel that supporting what Tequila is achieving here is awesome and it is a hell of a lot of fun. Seeing longtime friends and making new ones or just hiding in the corner in deep observation is alright! It was good to have conversation with Gypsy de Szendrey music editor of Power Edge Magazine and Artist L.E. Dubin. A couple of hardcore women. if you are in the area near China Town check out the Punk Museum. Great parking and loud environment. The pictures below are random free-radical shots to give one the feeling of being there. Towards the end of the event I got lost when the Radioactive Chickenheads played. I think it was the radiation that got to me or the Diablo!!
(all photos by Hudley)
I would like to believe there is a strong relationship between sleeping time and the hereafter. This is when a dream becomes a waking dream. As when someone who has passed on, remembers your name, and wakes you up to a world that is strange but familiar. Someone walking by sees you and instantly remembers you. This happened last night. This is the second time Dennis Danell has visited me in a dream. I was woken-up in the dream. He saw me as I was driving by and he came close to the car and said, “Hey Holly is that you?” We talked for some time and it felt so good to be near him again. He seemed happy and involved with the life of the dream. Unfortunately later on another friend of his walked into the dream. This changed things and the dream took on darker feelings. Dennis seemed to notice this and politely led me to a door to say goodbye. I reached to give him a hug. I noticed that he had grown. He was now about six-foot four, much taller than the Dizzy I knew. How sweet. It is comforting to know that this place between dreams and the hereafter is a place where friendships live on, it is comforting very comforting!
Welcome to the Music business you’re fucked!
Synchromatic antidotes of his journey reflect what I have been wondering about for some time because they are very much based on synchronicity, music and culture. Yet, this does not surprise me. My antenna is up and I am digging it!!
It is an adventure to go downtown to help at the Punk Museum at KGB Studios. This evening was on Valentine’s Day and I was thrilled to listen to Martin Atikins speak about his life. Considered for his post-punk drumming experience with Public Image he has a lot more experiences to inform us on. His concepts and theories about punk rock are quite amusing and intellectually satisfying. His gentle ways mixed with the word “Fuck” are nice touches amongst his many stories. If you happen to take his picture, he has his stanch down hard, which is bent over with an upturned glare.
one from my generation that still projects the rebellious spark and is still affirming it.
This is the look of confrontation and knowing which reveals a lot about his character and reflects what the hell he is all about. I did not feel any pretentious qualities in his presence. He was easy, accessible and most likely a very excellent teacher. It inspires me to meet up with such a man as he, one from my generation that still projects the rebellious spark and is still affirming it. People talk about 2012 being the end of the world; instead I feel it is a time where many will go back to more Intimate relationships and basic communications. Tonight is an example of this and I was glad to be part of it.