WELL I STAND UP NEXT TO A MOUNTAIN
I CHOP IT DOWN WITH THE EDGE OF MY HAND
WELL I STAND UP NEXT TO A MOUNTAIN
CHOP IT DOWN WITH THE EDGE OF MY HAND
WELL I PICKED UP ALL THE PIECES MAKE AN ISLAND
MIGHT EVEN RAISE A LITTLE SAND YEAH
'CAUSE I'M A VOODOO CHILE
LORD KNOWS I'M A VOODOO CHILE BABY
Jimi was the man...
that's really all i have to say about that...he just was...and i so totally appreciate a good cover. Big Head Todd played Voodoo Chile last week..most of the set was lacking a bit compared to other times i've seen them but FUCK! did he rock that song! 
just went for it and made the guitar sound as if arteries and veins connected man and instrument, pumping his soul through the strings like i know the originator of the song would have dug to the fullest. A week later now and that song is STILL rattling around in my head.
Spent the last week hiking, camping, climbing, fishing, northern arkansas...paradise, simply paradise...i've been all around the world comparing and though many won't believe me, i challenge anyone to disagree after spending time there...so cool...
Reality check....
I start the new J.O.B. tomorrow...the life of a wandering, drinking, smiling fool will be replaced with a working, grinding, (still drinking i'd imagine), slave. Not really though, i love my job and wouldn't do anything differently in that respect...cash will be nice for once and shallow as it may sound, i'm looking forward to the ducats coming my way.
Tonight will be spent sampling some whoopass food...tapas, indian (dot not feather), much ethnic edibles...all of this followed by Hank's cheesecake (best ever) and some frozen custard. All of this will be followed by a fireworks display and i have to tell you i'm still an 8 year old kid whenever i see fireworks...i just sit and stare; i'm very hard to engage at that point as i'm pretty much fixated on each burst, the feeling each one gives in my chest, the colors....i don't think my mind every truly shuts off and is quiet until i'm engrossed in a fireworks display....hey, everyone has there thing right??
Right now i need a nap...i got wicked ripped last night on Boddingtons and single-malt scotch....A Bodds and McCallan 12 and everything seems right in the world...until the next morning...when i awaken only 4 hours after hitting the pillow and find that i'm still pleasantly drunk...but now...i'm paying for it...mmmmm naaaaap.....mmmmmmmmm...
...suenos profundos.....
I CHOP IT DOWN WITH THE EDGE OF MY HAND
WELL I STAND UP NEXT TO A MOUNTAIN
CHOP IT DOWN WITH THE EDGE OF MY HAND
WELL I PICKED UP ALL THE PIECES MAKE AN ISLAND
MIGHT EVEN RAISE A LITTLE SAND YEAH
'CAUSE I'M A VOODOO CHILE
LORD KNOWS I'M A VOODOO CHILE BABY
Jimi was the man...
that's really all i have to say about that...he just was...and i so totally appreciate a good cover. Big Head Todd played Voodoo Chile last week..most of the set was lacking a bit compared to other times i've seen them but FUCK! did he rock that song! just went for it and made the guitar sound as if arteries and veins connected man and instrument, pumping his soul through the strings like i know the originator of the song would have dug to the fullest. A week later now and that song is STILL rattling around in my head.
Spent the last week hiking, camping, climbing, fishing, northern arkansas...paradise, simply paradise...i've been all around the world comparing and though many won't believe me, i challenge anyone to disagree after spending time there...so cool...
Reality check....
I start the new J.O.B. tomorrow...the life of a wandering, drinking, smiling fool will be replaced with a working, grinding, (still drinking i'd imagine), slave. Not really though, i love my job and wouldn't do anything differently in that respect...cash will be nice for once and shallow as it may sound, i'm looking forward to the ducats coming my way.
Tonight will be spent sampling some whoopass food...tapas, indian (dot not feather), much ethnic edibles...all of this followed by Hank's cheesecake (best ever) and some frozen custard. All of this will be followed by a fireworks display and i have to tell you i'm still an 8 year old kid whenever i see fireworks...i just sit and stare; i'm very hard to engage at that point as i'm pretty much fixated on each burst, the feeling each one gives in my chest, the colors....i don't think my mind every truly shuts off and is quiet until i'm engrossed in a fireworks display....hey, everyone has there thing right??
Right now i need a nap...i got wicked ripped last night on Boddingtons and single-malt scotch....A Bodds and McCallan 12 and everything seems right in the world...until the next morning...when i awaken only 4 hours after hitting the pillow and find that i'm still pleasantly drunk...but now...i'm paying for it...mmmmm naaaaap.....mmmmmmmmm...
...suenos profundos.....
marieceleste:
Oh come on, don't make us wait, get back here this instant. How's the life of the working Rik? Tell us of your new adventures.