In the Name of the Father...

June 24, 2009

Being in a family that split up when I was young. I was bounced back and forth between parents, I watched a lot of television so my parental figures sometimes sadly or happily were old movie characters. My list of fathers were of course my real one, then Gary Cooper, Spencer Tracy, Humphrey Bogart, John Wayne, and Robert Mitchum. Robert Mitchum?! Yes! I know he played a lot of dark characters, or at least one's of low moral fiber, but damn I loved it! He's my favorite movie dad. What does this say about me? Hell....I don't know....and I don't care. Hmmm...sounds like something dad would say. *laughing*

Here are some of my motto's I live by from my movie fathers:

Gary Cooper: "Looked like she was a cold dish with a man until you got her pants down, then she'd explode."

Spencer Tracy: "It is up to us to give ourselves recognition. If we wait for it to come from others, we feel resentful when it doesn't, and when it does, we may well reject it."

Humphrey Bogart: "A hot dog at the game beats roast beef at the Ritz." "I was born when you kissed me. I died when you left me. I lived a few weeks while you loved me." "The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind."

John Wayne: "Courage is being scared to death... and saddling up anyway." "If you've got them by the balls their hearts and minds will follow." "Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It's perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands. It hopes we've learned something from yesterday."

Robert Mitchum: "Every two or three years I knock off for a while. That way I'm constantly the new girl in the whorehouse." "People think I have an interesting walk. Hell, I'm just trying to hold my gut in." "There just isn't any pleasing some people. The trick is to stop trying." "There are all kinds of rumors about. And they're all true. You can make some up if you want."

Happy late Father's Day Pops!

Biscuits and Music...

June 22, 2009

I like to think writing/recording music is like making biscuits. If you knead the dough too much, you're gonna have one awful hard biscuit. You wanna just mix and knead the dough enough that it's together and cohesive. Then leave it alone! You're done! Don't touch it and put in it the oven!

I'm from Memphis, TN. We are serious about our biscuits and our music. *laughing* Here's my recipe that I use:

Yummy Biscuits

INGREDIENTS:

2 cups “White Lily” Flour. Hard to find out west, I've got to import it. It’s extra fine, light, and heavily processed!

1 tsp Salt

1 tbsp Sugar

4 tsp Baking Powder

1/3 cup Shortening

1 1/4 cups of Milk ‘Whole, not skim!’

INSTRUCTIONS:

1. Preheat the oven to 500 degrees.

2. Mix as gently as possible. Cut in the shortening with a pastry knife.

3. Knead as little as possible, but make sure to put enough folds in it. That’s how you get flaky biscuits!

4. Roll out to a 1/2 inch and cut circles with a “pre-greased and powdered” juice glass.

5. Put on a good greased metal pan and bake for 8-10 minutes. Get out the “real” butter and preserves and don’t leave any leftovers!

Getting Politically Corrected....and further more.

June 21, 2009

Today...er umm..yesterday (It's late/early in the morning) I posted a blog about the "green avatar" Twitter phenom about the Iranian elections. I wrote about how they won't help the Iranian people and that they just are attempts to show others publicly that we care. Just like wearing a flag pin on our jackets. Is someone more American if they do? Or is that what the empty inference hopes to achieve in public perception? Anyway, I've deleted my earlier post, because it just wasn't written well. It was too emotional. Emotions are great except when trying to make logical points about a highly political subject. *laughing*

To better sum up what I tried to say earlier, I think that this country and this world needs people to care and do something about the injustices that happen millions times a day, just don't expect much change from a couple of clicks on photoshop to turn a JPEG green. We can and need to do a lot more than that.

Sweet dreams everyone...it's nighty-night-beddy-bo-time for me.

Schizophrenic Encyclopediac...

June 18, 2009

I am a Schizophrenic Encyclopediac. That's right, you heard me. Most everyday I feel like I'm Odysseus with the Gods thwarting my every move and other Gods helping me out of a jam. I feel like I'm Arturo Bandini walking the streets and asking the dust. I feel I'm lost in a Borges labyrinth only to find myself at the beginning. I feel I'm Raskolnikov who just bashed in someone's brains and trying to get back home. I feel like I'm Keith Talent and I just blew the dart tournament. I feel I'm Ishmael and Ahab is about to take us all down to the jowls of the white whale. I feel like I'm Felix Krull and I just got found out. I feel like I'm Tomas and I'm just trying to get across the border. I feel like Musashi after the great learning period about to strike out on his own. I feel like Chinaski who just lost another horse race but is content to just listen to Wagner on the radio. I feel like Herodotus observing the world and writing stories and points of interest down on electronic papyrus. I feel like Van Gogh miserable in his room but life-ravenous in the fields. I....I feel like Christopher...not knowing what to feel, but feeling it just the same. It's like a swimming pool. You can stare at it all day but you don't really know a thing until you jump in.

Jump.

In a bad fake German accent: "Ya...zee vater's fine!"

Cholita...

June 17, 2009

Well...I finished my "Cholita" song for the Los Feliz EP. I'm posting the lyrics here for fun if anyone is interested. *grin*

Cholita

Standing on the corner of Sunset

Where the street meets the heat and the beat hits the one

You can listen to what I'm telling and move to what I'm selling

'bout a girl, a woman, a goddess of the sun.

Wearing brown leather boots that were calf high

And a tattooed dagger on her inner thigh

She's throwing signs "La Raza" will beat ya!

She's my funky hot mamma Cholita.

That's what I'm sayin'.

She's ambivalent. A stimulant. Emanating, penetrating,

undulating-hip-shaking, black mascara wearing,

Hair styled, Farrah swearing, laser beam eyes that got a bead

on me, even if her eyebrows are drawn with a Sharpie,

you know...you're good for me because you can destroy me

like an earthquake could sink California.

Oh...Cholita, Cholita be mine.

Won't you give me all your love?

And I will give it back to you.

Say you will. Say you will be mine.

When it comes to push and shovin',

You know there's only one kind of lovin'

for my Miss "Master of Faster than a Natural Disaster".

Yea...she's superstitious, mmm...bubblicious, diggin' those

frazy nails quite vicious, she's got more color than a rainbow,

She drops lines like Summer..."No Class".

Oh...Cholita, Cholita be mine.

Won't you give me all your love?

And I will give it back to you.

Say you will. Say you will be mine.

That's all I'm sayin'.

If you wanna listen to it...here's the link to my Reverbnation page.