Drinking, Fighting, Fucking and Crying Title

Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

Iwan Rebroff Na SdarowjeI don’t remember exactly how it happened. I suspect at some point in our early 20’s, Joup’s Sonny Vitkauskas must have found an old copy of Iwan Rebroff’s Na Sdarowje on vinyl in his grandmother’s record collection. Something like that. He borrowed the piece and brought it home, saving it for a time when he could spring this record on his friends in the heat of intoxication. Why? You ask. That’s the cover I’ve embedded here – look at this guy! He is PIED. tell me if you came across that in your house you wouldn’t be intrigued. Liar! Of course you would – we certainly were. So on one stoned night in the early-90s Brown, Sonny, and I huddled around a turntable and laughed our asses off. I mean, this Rebroff guy is DRUNK. Not only is he drunk, he’s celebrating being drunk. He’s getting drunk to celebrate being drunk.

Drinking, Fighting, Fucking and Crying Title

Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

Blessed Black WingsFighting. I don’t have a lot of fighting stories, because I don’t fight much. The reason I don’t fight much is, well, now it’s because I’m an adult (for the most part) and I just don’t conduct myself that way. However, when I wore a younger man’s shoes I could often walk around in a pretty angry state of mind, and, well, you know, shit happens. Altercations. Bad Blood. For me, my attitude toward fighting was pretty “I will if I have to” with chances of “oh hell yes I’m gonna” until my senior year in high school, when something happened that taught me to avoid physical confrontation whenever possible. I’ll get around to that story next time the slots come up “fighting” on this machine. In the interim, this week I’d like to play you a song about fighting. It’s by High On Fire and it’s pretty awesome. The opening line is, “Drive the fist into your face and blacken your eyes.”

Drinking, Fighting, Fucking and Crying Title

Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

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If there was ever a musical group who specialized in laying down sounds smooth and sultry enough to coax people out of their garments and into one another’s arms, it is British band Sade.

Sade is both the name of the band and the stage name of Helen Adu, and it is the combination of both her voice and the smooth – and I mean smooooth – musical accompaniment of her band that, legendarily, can set a mood that inspires coitus like no other act.

And it works.

Drinking, Fighting, Fucking and Crying Title

Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

acdc-hells_bells_s_1Circa 1998 – This is another Schlitz Family Robinson story. It’s too perfect for the “Fighting” category not to use it.

Sonny, Brown, Grez and I finished practice on a Saturday about 8:00 PM. Three fourths the members of Celestial Crumb had come over earlier that night, to hang out and hear our new material. Mike from their group rolled a massive joint from which everyone partook and the practice veered into rather experimental territory after that. Pretty sure we culled more new material from that session but I can’t say for sure. One thing about smoking when you’re playing music – for me, if I smoke first, then it’ll probably be a shit session. but if I do it after I’m warmed up and in sync with the other musicians, especially ones I am as comfortable with as I was at the time with these guys (and probably still would be if we played), the session usually transforms into something spiritual.

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