The hands of time

Look fast and you may miss it. The clock hands chop chop along at a blistering pace and you turn around and where's the decade go?
Got a posting on MySpace today asking to list the bands you been in. Crimony, that made me calculate the old milage ticker. (WARNING: Shameless name dropping ahead!)
Not to mention the time we made Jerry Garcia cry, bought Jonathan Richman a salad at Doc's Pad, plundered the Reverend's liquor and Grohl's guitar strings, paid the Cowgirl's parking tickets, stole Nashville Pussy's women, forced Mojo Nixon to read Suzanne Sommer's poetry, hit on Westerberg's future wife ... and, you get the idea ... many, many other bad bad things.
Hell in not too long, I'll have been making rock music for 20 years.
What do you want YOUR gravestone to say?

Testify

Many a Sunday I find the greatest rock and roll inspiration I've ever heard. It's the little church around the corner from Potown Records HQ.
This gospel goup rocks the block like band of boomin angels, shoutin' and a thumpin away on the rhythm as I stroll by in the sunshine.
No joke, Charlie.
I see the light!!!

Panic in the streets of Portland

Yes, here it is. The twisted, blisteringly fast, liquid life of a writer.
This is where I make the funniest news show on the planet:
Coming back to work on Saturday is my Monday.

Someone's gotta do it.

These days

The question ain't 'what is'
The question is 'what ain't'
We gonna do

Best things in life are free
But a car wash and a haircut
Can't be beat

Yikes

Living the same day again and again used to be static. But is now dynamic. Just be functional and alert til it's time for the next audition. Then Rock and Roll. Repeat. Maintain.
The VQ's kicked off their tour last night in Ptown with Muff's bassist Ronnie. Kicked up holy hell.
Rach - you're an angel straight from heaven.

Crack and whine

Yes, it's true. The Cripes will audition for new bass players this week. And soon the day will be here when the songs are full and the sound is complete. Until then, head down and plow through.

Slayed

Well, we've done it again. The FOX 12 News team spanks the competetion until man-yanna, covering "WINTER BLAST 2005!"
It's not over yet, but the thaw looks like it's a comin' Sunday. The overtime isn't bad, but it just feels good to know our crew digs in hard and fast and comes out of the corner like a bruiser, and even if it's only a pat on the back at the end of the ordeal it's worth it, knowin a days' hard work pays.
Now if only the sex offender's ice coated meth lab would blow up, sparked by pack of half starved pitbulls, driven mad by the howling winter winds, chomping on live wires and gasoline.
One can dream.

Winter treachery

California Crybabies who don't know how to deal with winter. Yet here we are on the air with wall 2 wall coverage of the 'Winter Blast' 2005.
BE AFRAID!!!

Manic schlamanick

For not long enough, I've operated on the catch phrase 'You Never Know.'
And it's true 'dat it never let me down.
Keep on fighting and stay real, when you feel like giving up put the noggin down and grind ahead. We don't have much time, and the Fates will let us know when to move on. And what matters. Sing it.

NoPo is my home