Yiff, Yiff, Yiffy!!!

May 22, 2009

"Yiff...Yiff...Yiffy!!!" Yep, you heard me! What? Don't you speak Foxish? Well it's okay, I don't either. *laughing* But I am gonna have to write a song with it though. I want it to be a Truckee Brothers song with a Stooges slant and throw in some Foxish language on the chorus. Ooohhh and a video too! Maybe I could get some fursonas to be in it.

Now this brings me to political correctness aka PC. I truly disdain PC. I'd much rather have someone say what they're really thinking than to fluf it all up into some homogenous crap that means nothing. With dissent comes discussion, and with discussion can come "understanding". This is what we want! It can't be done with everyone talking like a news reporter on television....everyone waiting to get sued by the FCC or Antidefamation League. Political Correctness is not politeness! People can be polite and still speak their mind however misguided or truly fucked up it is. Now....what was I talking about? Ummmm...oh yeah...whilst I'm excited and fascinated about the underground culture of Furry Fandom, I myself have no personal interest in being covered in electrofied polymeric fibers.

Now kids, make sure you read "The Yiffy Guide to Safer Sex" before you whoop out your jar of Yiffy on someone!

Zombies, cannibals and man-eating animals...

May 21, 2009

"Zombies, cannibals and man-eating animals all wanna get into my brain"... Those words are echoing in my head. I was a bad boy and instead of rehearsing this song and others for band practice tonight, I recorded a new song yesterday sans lyrics. I still have to write those suckers. So, just like school when I was a young whipper-snapper, I'll cram for the test and get an A. Procrastination is a killer for me. I've always done it and I still do it. Don't get me wrong, I work my ass off, it's just when something gets put in the procrastination file, it will not get taken out until the last possible friggin' minute! Nothing will stop it from stopping! *laughing*

"Sans"...did I just use that word? It's hip these days to use sans, but it kinda has that highfalutin air about it. Which normally I do not like, because many people use language to separate rather than connect with others. I friggin' hate that. I mean what is language for? To connect! My admission of using this word doesn't condemn me to the separatists, but rather that when I cannibalize this blog for Facebook and Twitter (I know...Facebook and Twitter...not a real blog...more like a bla.), the fewer characters used the better. Hence, sans instead of the more obvious "without". Now...you could go the other way and dumb down language to a high school text message "r u rdy t go?" Ugh...texting, while I'm the biggest whore there is in the land of textual encounters, I have to use punctuation and proper spelling. There are my limits to convenience! I side with the bell curve on this one. Nature's middle finger for extremism. Because in the end ALL things statistically end right where I want to be...right in the middle of things.

My eyes open, inhale, exhale, blink, blink, blink...

May 20, 2009

Coffee, Tea, or Orange Mango Banana Vivanno with 3 scoops of Matcha? New York Times...Newspapers are dying...will I be fine with an e-book version? Are newspapers going the way of prostition? Internet porn is expanding and growing far more than old-fashioned "ladies-of-the-night" because it's cleaner and cheaper. I mean an old fashioned leather "book" or such is ALWAYS the best choice...but who buys them anymore? Roberto Bolano...he fucking rocks. I've gotta work on those Greg Friedman bass parts for the show...I don't want to suck. I need to re-listen to that instrumental song I made for Teresa Gunn yesterday...I don't want it to suck. I need to shave. The Devil was in my dreams last night...but I don't believe in the Devil. Or do I? No...I don't. Or do I? To be continued... I have five songs finished for my love song album "Paper Sun"...I need 5 more. I need to write 4 more songs for my drum machine inspired "Los Feliz" EP. Fuck...I'm getting old. My shoulder is fucking killing me...damn rotator cuff! I need to call back Jim at the Transendental Meditation Center. I want some oatmeal. I need to call my friend Fred Van Vactor...his album is finally coming out. Yay! I should Skype Steve too...the bastard. You gotta love the bastard. Wait I'm seven hours ahead of him minus 24 hours. Zorba...get off me...I'll feed you in minute! Hell...I'll feed you now...It's time to get up. What am I gonna write on my blog?

Jamaican Voodoo Priestesses Before Tea...

May 19, 2009

In my dream I'm trying to fix my electrical system in my 99 year old house by using a Jamaican Voodoo Priestess. While she was walking about the house doing her thing my dog walked by and his skin was hanging on his bones like a blanket. Underneath the blanket I looked and sure enough, ALL BONES. He was happy and when he saw me looking under his skin he licked me, wagged his tail and walked away. I got into my truck to go to the store and every car I encountered attempted to deter me from my path. Not letting the bastards stop me, I got to the store with some stunt car driving a la "Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry"...

So....now that I'm back home, my lucidity is not silent. I have a piping cup of Welsh tea which I fondly call it my "hot steaming cup of Tom Jones". *laughing* No homophobia runs through these bones! That is as long as every guy keeps their damn dirty hands off me, you damn dirty apes! *really laughing* After my moment with Tom, it's off to work. I must come up with a repetitive musical motif in A minor that will be repeated for three and a half minutes so my client can sing over it...yep....back to the salt mines...

Holy Rattlesnakes Down Around Your Feet...

May 18, 2009

My alarm goes off and it's set on radio and NPR. RATTLESNAKES!!!! That's the subject that is being discussed. Myths, legends and "what to do if" scenarios. When I think of rattlesnakes I think of Neutral Milk Hotel's song "The King of Carrot Flowers Part 1"...singing "When you were young you were the King of carrot flowers, and how you built a tower tumbling through the trees, in holy rattlesnakes that fell all round your feet...." I also think of all the Westerns I've watched with horses being bit by rattlesnakes and bucking off the the rider as they fall to the ground and hit their head on a rock. Talk about an over used theme! *laughing* But I suppose cliche' has it's reasons and it's power, just like ritual....completely predictable and it is in that predictability that sets the mind to relax and then wander and then race and then....RATTLESNAKE!!!