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Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

Screen Shot 2018-04-12 at 11.14.07 PMInitially, I think I lumped Len’s “Steal My Sunshine” in with all the sugar ray bullshit from the late-90s era of music, especially all the stuff from “Socal.” However… this isn’t the worst song in the world. In fact, when a certain reverie comes over me, I actually quite like it; as long as I don’t listen too hard to any of the lyrics outside of the chorus. Does the fact that I dig this song even a little bit surprise you? Because at times like this, when I’ve just returned from watching a concert film of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds performing for 2 1/2 hours, it sure as hell surprises me. But Steal My Sunshine is a fairly innocuous pop song, and a lot of those fit into my world view just fine. In fact, this one has a special place in my heart, first making its inroads into my heart about the time I saw the movie Go! in the late 1990s. Why? Well, let me explain how and when I first came to enjoy that slightly bandwagony but still clever, Tarantino-esque film and how it insinuated itself into my life. Then maybe you’ll understand. Or at the very least, maybe I will.

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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.”

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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.

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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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