Sunday, October 31, 2010

What Fresh Hell - Cisco Kid


or not

You too can bring back the good days...

Pre- Bush Wackers

Pre-Hillary and what's his name.

Pre -Bush Wack one (1) (W.H)

Pre - The Ol' Ranger

Pre - Jimmy

Pre- Jerry

Post - Tricky Dickie.

Bring them back alive.

Monday, October 25, 2010

What Fresh Hell - Mr. Manilow

Ok, Ok, All Right. YOu are all right, correct, not wrong.

I am the big loser, you win.

All ya'll win! (see last post)

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home

All your reindeer armies, are all going home

The lover who just walked out your door

Has taken al here blankets from the floor

The carpet, too, is moving under you

And it's all over now, Bayb Blue.

But I can change.

I can give up the Gloom and Doom.

I don’t live in Detroit, Baghdad, and Juarez.

I live in South Florida, warm, balmy, cool breeze, just too cool for school.

Think I’ll begin to listen to Barry-I-use-to-write-the-songs-MadLow.

Think I'll vote for Ricky Scott, and Marko Rubio.

Hell might even, back the Tea Party and pray for Sarah, ex-wife of Abraham to become the next prez of these united states.

Yeah Buddy.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

What Fresh Hell - Mr. Morrison

Some days it is all just to weary.

Alls we have to do is get the queers out of the army.

And War will end.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

What Fresh Hell - a very model

Some things are just too much to not pass on.

What Fresh Hell - Blame JadedJ

Ok, Ok, I know the drumming thing is worn thin but... I hate when that word follows a true statement... I was just remarking to some past comments that I had overlooked in my thrill of seeing Dylan live again and found this juewell (sic) of a thought. Or so I thought at the time, we will see about that. JadedJ gave the post a link to Krupa and Cozy Cole in a drum set. I think we all agree that Krupa is la crème de la crème...but, there it is again...put Cozy Cole up against Benny Goodman and this is what you get.
The photo are gratuitous. I just like my camera work.
Here is Benny's version, and a photo.
(the cartoon in the middle is the site i ripped off)

Now the Drummers get off the porch and begin to howl.
One Cool Cat. Cozy Cole with Topsy part 2
You be the Judge.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

What Fresh Hell, Bob Dylan

It all started back in high school, when a chum told me about a guy named Bob Dylan. (die lan to him). I got ‘the freewheelin’ Bob Dylan’ and was knocked out’! Well time passes and we both go off to THE University of Florida, Dylan is all over the radio and I now have ‘Bob Dylan’, ‘the times they are a-Changin’, Another Side of Bob Dylan’ well you get the picture, all of the albums up to ‘Self Portrait’ (married with kids)

Fast Forward to this week. (48 years later)

I email a buddy that I’m going to hear Dylan on the spur of the moment. Ya Know, friendship stuff and like that there.

This is what I get back.

{He Wrote Me}

second, minute, whatthefuk. I sent you an email yesterday, fully aware that you were going to see the boss,,,er, no, the hell did they get DILL ON out of DYLAn???? tHE English language is full of blow out baby shit...even Gallahger knew that. Now I realize you do not know what blow out baby shit is, as it has been one hellofa long time since you had to deal with baby shit...but I can tell you, it ain't pretty, nor...fragrant. Blow out baby shit is when they shit so much in one "sesssion" that it all just blows the hell out of the diaper...everyfuckingwhere (OH, are you reading this during dinner? Good). I once heard SillyAnn tell someone that you/one never smell your own baby's crap. I am here to tell you SHE IS FULL OF SHIT.

Back to the email of yesteryore. I knew you would not respond last night, but now I want to know whyyyyyyyyyy, Y you are iggggggnoring it today? You think that weak phone call took care of it and you wouldn't have to deal with the jaded one again today, is that it? WELL excuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse the fuck me.




as rain!

Mr. Huggies

[I wrote Him]

Jeszzzzeee My Kneezzzzzzzzeeeeesssss

I must apologize for being wrong.

If you would [fucking] be so [fucking] kind

As to [fucking] let me [fucking] know

Just what [thefuck] it was that I [fucking] did that I was

Soooooooooooooooooooooo [fffFF

[Fucking] wrong


It would make my [fucking] APOLoGY more

[Fucking] meaning [fuckin] full.

And heart [fuckin’] Felt!

[fucking] Fuck [fucking] you.


On another note; Dylan was just what I hoped for.

I bought a Tea Shirt that I’m sure was made in China.

Dylan is wearing a white hat. Is that cool or What??

Look at that fat hollow body being played by the lead guitarist.

[He wrote Me]


[I wrote Him]

Thanks, I took it with that little pretend camera I have. As I was walking up to the entry door, with the contraband in my pocket I hear a guy saying “if you have a camera please take it back to your car. Now! You know, like real cops do.

{I saw Dylan here 5 years ago with Meryl Haggard as the ‘warm up act’. Meryl Haggard walks on to the stage and takes it. Holds it. Picks it up and turns it around, looks closely and gently sets it back down, turns and walks off. (Leaving you standing there like a man who’s dog just died)}

Anyway this guy is sayin’ “Photos are not allowed tonight.” (last time I had to put the Nikon back in my car, what a pain) But this time as I made my preparations. I thought of your story about the blogger and the nice camera. Seems like that guy was a hobbyist with a nice camera in an art museum (we were going into an art museum that day with me carrying my nice camera.) He gets into a pissing match with the ‘security’. They are giving him shit (maybe blow-out class) about being allow to take photographs in the museum. There are people all over using cell phones to make pictures. The cops seemed to have become involved and he (the photographer) has to leave, sans photographs. (the cell phones stayed to take pictures of the ejection.)

So it must be the difference between ‘photographs’ and ‘pictures’. I was cool. I had, in my pocket, a 10 meg, waterproof to 10 meters, point and shoot camera, used for snapshot pictures. Walked right in sat right down and enjoyed the show.

Had to chuckle out loud when I got an ok photo of Mr. Dylan.

I may have another one. I am fooling with them now.


I like all the black and the spots of light. Don’t know why?

[He wrote Me]

ALRIGHT! My man! Yes!

The fuckers just don't get it.

They do not get...ART.

They only think about dollars.

Love this story.

[I am now writing to you the reader]

This picture is for the post. I had to move to another seat.

The acoustics, like sucked, man! I mean like, Liked, so, really sucked.

Like it was, like, the worst hole in like the universe, man.

There were not more than 4000 people there. Bob Dylan is one of the best bargains in live concerts

See those specs of light that look like bleach spatter spots in the black?

Cell Phones, taking pics, and flicks, posting them on the net.!

Hey wait a minute, that's me?

Not too far from the live sound of the show.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Fresh Druming Hell! What? 10/4/10

This is a suggestion from the walking man.
It was on my list, I just did not know if I should post again on this. Looks like I am.
This clip was recorded in Hollywood Hotel and film with Ronnie Reagan as a bit part. The first time Krupa let loose on this was at Carnegie Hall 1938, after the band was done. Benny Goodman had signaled the band, they all stopped playing, Krupa keeping on wailin'. Goodman could not say a thing, finally the pianist Jess Stacy began to noodle 'round and lead into a equal remarkable solo and finally Goodman follows their lead and brought in the entire band.
Knocked Out.
The recording of that night was done because of one man's passion. It sat on a shelf for years.

Fresh Druming Hell! What? 10/3/10

See the first comment. Nothing get's by JadedJ.
This is the cat's meow.

This clip is from intelliwench. This guy is focused.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

What Fresh Drumming Hell 10/3/10

This might be the end of this series. Or not?

I doubt if I can find another 'best' drum solo in the world, soon.
Excuse me that is; "OF" the world.
Maybe I need to take a tape recorder to the Drum Circle.
Say? I could put the camera on [movie] nah, the sound sucks.

Oh yeah,
Know what Ginger Baker and Coffee have in common???
They both suck without Cream.


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