“Posh and Jack both say: Please don’t drink and drive!
Limited Edition On Colored Vinyl
Knowing that True Sounds of Liberty or T.S.O.L. are in Europe having fun NOW…makes it all seem worth while. Jack Grisham has come out with a few books as well. These guys went through many changes through the years…some good and some bad. Regardless time shows no mercy.
Here is another Limited Edition on Colored Vinylas the kids that they once were. Mr. Posh Boy gave them the push they needed and so this is a little bit of THEIR special PUNK ROCK history.
1980 Posh Boy Records Limited Edition on Colored Vinyl AMOEBA ADOLESCENTS
Posh Boy left this for me. I never was much of a record collector. Back them they collected around us getting higher and higher as the years went by. So in our houses made of vinyl it got kind of tight.
So many records reviews to do. So many bands wanting their promotional push. It is the same old story of kids, record labels and promoters. No matter the band the story is always an interesting one.
I really don’t know what to do with this 45 now. It sits in a dark closet awaiting some eve of destruction… who knows??
Summer time is the time to do things. So what better thing to do then review some CDs. I shall begin with The Sword Of Fatima EEKA EEKA Boom Boom. Recorded June 2009 , June 2010.
When on vacation this CD is a must.. these images are inspired by their songs… on our way through the car wash and then on our car trip through the Santa Monica Mountains…
At the car wash… one can experience free art… that vanishes as a Tibetan Buddhist sand painting…
Be inspired on the road to the sounds of The Swords of Fatima
I don’t remember the name of the bookstore. It was close to Odyssey Video near the crossroads of Camarillo St, Vineland Ave and Lankershim Blvd. During the mid-90s this video store held mysteries and films to find. The bookstore next to it too. There is a wide selection of books, film scripts and beyond at this amazing book store. We found this limited edition by Yeats for my graduation.
This book printed for C.F. Benoit by the Brothers Johnson at The Windsor Press: 750 copies printed on Rye hand-made paper and the type distributed. In the year MCMXXVI.
Eighteen years now this hand-held book has moved around from apartment to house; from room to room. Now it happily rests on the hearth above our fireplace. The Land Of Heart’s Desire holds a story of Celtic twilight and Faeryland.; and at the time of summer I read from the book and dream.
This little folk-lore -story-play is not so content and the conflict is wild as the call of the fay by song and dance is true:
The wind blows out the gates of the day,
The wind blows over the lonely of heart,
And the lonely of heart is withered away,
Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring,
Tossing their milk-white arms in the air;
For they hear the wind laugh and murmur and sing…
As Maire Bruin is called away, so she goes… and so would I … would you? A wonderful read this time of year!!
(Please click on the YouTube song below by The Swords of Fatima first before reading the story. Read with the music playing to achieve the full effect of the story.. This is a CD band embellished non-fiction review story...)
raveling down the snake again towards Santa Monica, this drive is so familiar, years and years and even in a mother’s womb when the journey first began.
The yellow Sticky Monkey Flower blossoms are highlighting the canyon hills and the noble Yucca is all dried up this April. To the ocean we go and to the pier.
We are going to the place where Mom and Dad lived in their youth at the Santa Monica Pier. As a teenager Dad would dive off the end of the pier for money. They married and soon after the war sold cotton candy from a stand. The stories and images flow through my mind, knowing that they are now both but ashes in separate boxes side by side.
Sunday is the worse day to go to the beach. Crowds of people were everywhere. I almost got run over by a fast red car. There was a mad man at the threshold of a bridge who troubled us. This bridge arches over the Pacific Coast Hwy. We did not give him any money so he said,
“You will lose everything and be out on the streets… fuck you.”
“What are you saying?” I said.
“Bitch, you will lose everything and will live out on the streets!”
He was a very unpleasant man so I walked away and gave him the finger, which made him an extremely crazy mad man.
“Fuck you…bitch…you will be out on the streets!”
I then gave him the peace sign and said,
“I have been out on the streets,”
“Get your kicks on Route 66”
Waking over to the pier the sounds of the cars, bikes and talking people got us feeling down. Should we eat at a restaurant? The beach it covered with crosses and coffins with American flags. We went instead to play some air hockey but didn’t have any coins. The arcade was so stuffed and full that I said time to go. They followed as I stormed away thinking,
“This is hell, this is hell.”
Gazing in at the Merry Go Round and feeling some joy we soon all calmed down for some food and a beer at the Ye Olde King’s Head, but before food and drink, we had to pass by the mad man.
US minus Dancing John
Waking up the steps to the mad man we found him singing a beautiful song for some ladies handing him money. I threw some long stem yellow sour flowers at the mad man’s feet before whispering in one of the lady’s ears,
“You are lucky you gave him some money, otherwise he would be screaming nasty words at you!”
He might have been a mad man, saint or Bodhisattva !
Another man came up from behind me and said excuse me as he then ran by with a purse. It had a broken strap. He looked at me and jumped into his car, which was parked illegally, and drove away.
“I bet he pulled that off of some ladies arm.”
“You are probably right.”
We all agreed that it must have been so.
“You’d be surprised how much that happens at a crowed place like this on a Sunday at the Santa Monica Pier!!”
A few Years ago after my mom passed on she left me some money. She was not an independent type of woman but an old-fashioned stay at home mother who took care of my father. So I did what I always wanted to do with her but never did. I took a train, bus, walking trip with my ten-year old. We went to Portland Oregon and Garibaldi Oregon to see some of the city and view and ride some trains.
We even visited Rockaway Beach, but what was really sweet was the little pub in Portland Oregon I forgot the name of. It had a beer; it was the beer I remembered. Today while at a local restaurant I found that beer again. Black Butte Porter. Awesome to the core, rich, smooth with what I think is an underground taste of chocolate.
If you are an older women like me looking for some profound reading material; go find a place to kick off your shoes and sit by the fire or stream to read.
This is the magazine for you. It is published twice a year. I find it walking the line of paradoxical living. Liberally looking at what it is to be a mature woman: fun, fantastic and homey with a witchy bend. I love it. So check it out.
Lately, while diving around in my car I have been listening to a CD by the evil BLACK WIDOWS…
“All instrumental, all original, all evil”…
And I love them. Their songs have a nice edge of surf meets dance and beyond. I would compare them to the band The Venturas but THE BLACK WIDOWS are better. I would make this CD as a must for anyone’s Christmas gift list…damn good dance music…remember to carry a big stick…cause ya never know when you will need it ??
This band will bite ya and you will never be the same…My fave song is Zero’s hour.
Their directive is simple and the same as the plot of the film which is to bring pleasure or pain. Frank wants both. He gets his pain and pleasure.
His desire and dark passion are truly clear.
The Cenobites are cold and as calculating as surgeons.
They hear the call to serve without emotion or desire and abide by a law foreign to their viewers.
“Jesus Wept” ~ Frank Cotton
“Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.”~ Carl Gustav Jung
Happy Halloween: An essay using the Third person.
“Frank Cotton: I thought I’d gone to the limits. I hadn’t. The Cenobites gave me an experience beyond limits… pain and pleasure, indivisible. ”
Hellraiser – 1987
Halloween time is mystical lights, shadow and darkness which now play with humanity. Death, pain and fear are presented now before us as our shadow.
The film Hellraiser brings this all to an audience. Yes, Halloween time is “Hellraiser” time. Cable, Netflix, or old TV re-runs. Clive Barker’s creation is a thrill to a generation of horror dorks. He creates a box that opens the world to hell. The Cenobites don’t see it this way.
Pinhead defines the Cenobites as, “demons to some… …angels to others.”
The film begins with the statement, “What is your pleasure?” It pivots on Julia Cotton’s desire to be with her brother-in-law. It is because of her that Frank Cotton is resurrected, and the Cenobites are called back through a magical box.
Kristy Cotton is the heroine of this film. She hates her mother-in-law who desires her uncle Frank. He abused Kristy and so she summons the Cenobites to tear Frank’s soul back apart. Julia is killed by Frank.
This film is about blood, gore, and dead people. It was released in 1987 and is the building block for the over-saturated horror films of our current generation. More influential than Texas Chainsaw Massacre or Suspiria.
Hellraiser’s plot is about desire gone bad; so, people die and suffer because of this. This is due to the desire of one woman’s memory of a clandestine affair.
Dark feelings and unbelievable gory impressions dance throughout this film, and this is what haunts us. Julia and Kristy are in opposition to each other.
The cold shy personality of Julia is evident. Her conservative sexuality is ready to burst forth.
All the characters in the film notice this about her, even her husband is on a tight leash.
Kristy has a different projection. She looks androgynous and glows with a superimposed image of both Jesus & Krishna.
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