Archive II - New Orleans 2005

Going back, I lived in Nawlins for the Summer of 2005 interning at the local music monthly, Offbeat Magazine. I got to review some great shows and albums, and have them published. I left Nawlins for Fall Semester of college 2 weeks before Katrina, and the last issue I was in didn't get distributed until November because of the hurricane. Here are some of the published articles:

Buckwheat Zydeco

Victor Wooten's Soul Circus

Etta James

Avocado Love

The avocado is my favorite vegetable (though it is really a fruit). It has substance, a high fat content, and is a spreadable and filling buttery treat that is absolutely delicious. I often just cut one up and eat it with some lemon juice, salt and pepper, though guacomole is obviously the ideal preperation.

It has an awesome name, which is derived from ahuacatl, the Aztec word for testicles, and was known by the Aztecs as "the fertility fruit," which is badass.

This Blog is called the Ripe Avocado, as that image somehow brings to mind a kind of calm but rich anticipation... The fruit's green lustre, massive pit, and leathery exterior all give it a unique personality that is unlike any other friut or vegetable. It also exudes a zen-like aura in its simple appearance. Due to this, it is not surprising that the avocado has often been used as the subject for Rock Art over the years. Here are some examples:

Pearl Jam - Self-Titled

Hellogoodbye - Self-Titled

And my favorite:

Led Zeppelin @ Fillmore West and Winterland, April 1969

I hope that this vegetable rant has given your perspecive of the avocado new insight.

Dead End Job

It's a dead end job, and you get tired of sittin'
And it's like a nicotine habit you're always thinking about quittin'
I think about quittin' every day of the week
When I look out my window it's brown and it's bleak

Outta here
How am I gonna get outta here?
I'm thinking outta here
When am I gonna get outta here?
And when will I cash in my lottery ticket
And bury my past with my burdens and strife?
I want to shake every limb in the garden of Eden
And make every lover the love of my life

I figure that once upon a time I was an ocean
But now I'm a mountain range
Something unstoppable set into motion
Nothing is different, but everything's changed

Paul Simon - "Once Upon A Time There Was An Ocean"

The Clintons

Look at this photo of Bill and Hillary in the 70s, and tell me Bill never inhaled. He looks like the coolest mofo around with his sweater and jacket, I would totally do a J with both of them. Hillary looks like she was an annoying feminist, and I guess she was never attractive. But that's a hell of a couple; they look pretty damn good if you ask me.

Female Bass

A female playing the bass guitar is probably the hottest thing ever.

The bass is responsible for the drive in the music, and when girls play the bass, if it grooves, that right there is it. I could watch that all day.







Tina Weymouth, Talking Heads

This Guy On My Bus - A Haiku

Unkempt and careless
Grey with smoke, vacant and void
His creased face hangs loose

Archive I - Jambands.com

This article was published on jambands.com back last year; I will try to spit some more out soon:

Going Local with Spiritual Rez and Bernie Worrell

This was a special night, as can be seen from these here video-captures:

The Start of The Tube

To begin my narcissistic digression into blogging, I want to start by clearing the wax out of my thoughts, so the flame can once again burn clean and evenly. While I have been in a stagnant ass groove for a while, all placid plaid and smoke in a sagged, too-comfy couch, I will now try to get mentally active again. This takes discipline, as it is all to easy to get into the routine of routine.

When beginning a new lifestyle approach even as seemingly slight as this one, it is important to make an active effort to start new habits, even if there is nothing to provoke them but your own restlessness. These may include push-ups, green tea, and smelling salts all on a regular basis.

The contents of this blog are only limited to my own aimless tube of thoughts. This mostly includes music and all things related, though it is not limited to anything. The one guarantee is that it will all MATTER in some way.

Or it could turn into a junkyard of discarded thoughts. Hopefully not, though.