SONG OF THE DAY: Turn My Back On You

Many years ago, when I was younger and dumber, I drunkenly disparaged Sade’s beauty, mostly to be contrary to a friend. It only happened one night, during one drunken conversation while playing cards. But I carry the memory of these words with great shame. So I am apologizing to the Universe. I’m not sure if doing so on an obscure blog does the trick, but I would imagine the ripples are similar. At least, that is my intention.

SONG OF THE DAY: Aww Shit!

I used to play a lot of Tha Alkaholiks and used to be an alcoholic. I actually got the 12-inch single that was the first beat Madlib made that got released on wax, when he was still part of Lootpack. Tha 'Liks used to be an absolute favorite, so though I don't drink no more, I never gave up them. And I still say, in old head way that references archaic media, Side A of King Tee's Tha Triflin' Album, where Tha Alkaholiks made their debut, is one of the all-time best hip hop tape sides ever.

1 C0M3 FR0M 4 L0NG L1N3 0F...

I come from a long line of 
drunkards, shit talkers, natural 
born don’t give half a fuckers 

SONG OF THE DAY: El Ultimo Trago (rebajada)

I’ve decided to be intolerant of drunkards, which unfortunately means I have to exile myself from western civilization, especially with American football season cranking up.

SONG OF THE DAY: Angeline

I don’t really listen to electrified guitar-based music made in the past 25 years to be honest. They kinda gentrified that whole genre, but before we all knew what “gentrification” even meant. I have fond memories, being a natural born piece of shit, of degenerate rock music blasting as the background soundtrack as I made poor choices and did reckless things which culminated in horrible scars and wonderful stories and thankfully no deaths (that I’m aware of). Sometimes I wish there was rock to love, that didn’t sound so master’s degreely and certified organic, but you can’t be mad at the way the world goes, or how art changes to match the people trying to figure out how to do art in this crushing existence we done gave ourselves.

M3M0R13S 0F 1GN0R4NT...

memories of ignorant 
bliss - blurry at best - confuse 
my current mind with old daze 

SONG OF THE DAY: El Pachuco

 

Been in a bit of funk lately, but combatting that by going into abandoned buildings and doodling as many variations of the #25 El Borracho card as I can, paying homage to all the great drunkards I’ve known, but in my personal life but culturally as well. Was looking up choices people used for making an El Pachuco card too, seems like the most common results has 26, which doesn’t make sense to me. There’s a t-shirt that comes up with nice El Pachuco art and using #1, and sure, there’s rooster-esque qualities to a fully zooted pachuco, but I’m not sure I’d give up the chance to have a rooster card in any deck of anything. Roosters are pretty fucking amazing, visually. Seems like maybe #4 would make sense, but I don’t know, it’s not my place.
Anyways, I’ll just keep drawing El Borracho cards (“los borrachos?”) in those old factories that will never open again, marking the years away.

SONG OF THE DAY: Stoned, Slow, and Rugged

Still sober, but life tests me. On a daily basis sometimes. It's the good days that are hardest, strangely enough, when nothing is horribly bad, and you just feel extra chill, and every cellular memory in your body is like, "wow, what a perfect day to go get fucked up by the river." Oh well. In terms of this song title, I'm still hella slow though, probably slower than ever.

JVST 4N0TH3R 1D10T...

just another idiot 
human being, slip sliding 
through a short life, drunk off self 

 

4LM0ST T3N Y34RS S0B3R - WH0...

almost ten years sober - who

I once was seems like distant

cousin seen at funerals

SONG OF THE DAY: Love and Happiness

Al Green found god when an angry woman through hot grits on him in the shower. A lot of times I think about what other people’s hot grits in the shower moment might have been. The closest thing was the last night I drank, which was a wandering night the day before Halloween, where I went to see local independent MMA with a friend, we got drunk there, then met another dude and got drunk further. As the night went on, it felt weirdly dark and hellish, and once I got confronted the next day with being a drunkardly asshole, which had happened many times before, it was the first time it actually felt true enough that I wanted to switch it up.

Oddly, it wasn’t really a hot grits moment though, because the slow realization of all the shit I numbed myself to. And even that feels like saying more than I mean to. Al Green hit his stride though, maybe before maybe after or maybe right around the hot grits in the shower. I don’t know, to be honest I don’t listen to much Al Green gospel. But I love Al Green.

K33P 1T B3TW33N TH3 D1TCH3S...

"keep it between the ditches" -

rural exclamations of

drunken survivalism

GV4RD R41LS VS3D T0 LVRK, W41T1NG...

guard rails used to lurk, waiting

to jump out in front of me,

without warning or remorse

R04DS 1 VS3D T0 N4V1G4T3...

roads I used to navigate

drunk enough to be blind, now

rode stone cold sober, scenes seen

N3V3R B33N 4BL3 T0 M4K3...

never been able to make

solid sense of the blacked out

weekends (then years, then decades)

picking mimosa flowers...

picking mimosa flowers,

drunk off the honeybee buzz,

tingle to my fingertips

multiple metallic plates

in my head from drunken fall

down concrete steps back in day

Moon Patrol theme song soundtrack,

draining plastic vodka half-gallons

at back of small town arcade

as teenagers, we stared at

bright lights; some of us lost heads

in drunk driving accidents

chopped and screwed back road visions

slurred delusions blurred lifestyle -

guardrail got in way again