Toto has some solid ass hooks. I will give them that. I will also give them a harpoon with Lou Gerhigs disease on the tip. Was it worth it, Steve Lukather? Well, you were part of the glorious Grand Theft Auto Vice City soundtrack. God Bless Rockstar North. My own personal ventilation device. Give the pedestrians names and get to the butcherin'
GO SENSELESS VIRTUA-SLAUGHTER!!!!!!!
I'm rather proud of my last journal entry. One of the few in my archives that puts a honest smile on my face.
Pretty much shot my creative load all over Cheech's little animal quiz. There aint much brewing in my head except for regurgitated pop culture bullshit. I wish I knew more about sculpture and The Prussian army. Or Oriental pottery and Egyptian torture devices. Something you can hang your hat on, you know? Little more meat with the potatoes.
BARK AT THE MOON.
I'm going to lose weight and join the air force. That's the only option left. Everything else is exhausted. It's either that or go to prison. They'll fucking take your hide and ask for a kidney in this goddamned world. You can't have my mind, downpressor man.
Do you know what wandering consumers don't like? Naked City with John Zorn. Do you want to know what else? Lumbering Store Managers who give them Jack Torrence looks. All work and No Zorn make Dusty a dull boy. I'm gonna bash your brains in. Im gonna bash 'em righ the fuck in!
Watched a Stanley Kubrick documentary today. Every day has their high points.
If you want a better journal entry to read, click on Previous. It's entirely much more fun and zany. Work takes my soul. It's a slow moving poison that knows when to give a little back....like alcohol. Free me from this plantation, oh lord.
soundtrack of the day
Pharoah Sanders "Jewel Of Thought"
THE BLOOD WILL FLOW OF THE NON-BELIEVERS!!! TRIBAL SAXOPHONE MELTDOWN. BRING FORTH THE ANCIENT ONES. ZAP! BING! POW! BANG! SHREEK! ZONK!
8/19 UPDATE PORTION
The only thing of note is I've inhaled entirely too much cockroach spray and I'm the proud owner of BOWLING FOR COLOMBINE. I could possibly be the downfall of the insect kingdom. Cockroaches, bees, wasps, spiders, ants, and dragonflies are all on my shit list. Fuck with the bull and get the horns. Cliche you say? I benefit from a public school education and too much television. Whatever.
music I listened to at work
Cure-Disintergration
HARD TEXAS FUNK....again
Saul Williams-Amethyst Rock Star
Depeche Mode- Singles 86-98
Donald Byrd- Electric Byrd
AC/DC- 74 Jailbreak
Jesus & Mary Chain- Stoned & Dethroned
Elk City- Hold Tight The Ropes
Frank Black- Teenager Of The Year
Company Flow- Little Johnny From The Hospital
Can- Tago Mago
MAKE UP- IN MASS MIND
Cave In- Jupiter
Tom Waits- Blood Money
Crowded House- Self Titled
Slayer- Divine Intervention
Endtroducing Dj Shadow
Galaxie 500- Today
Fugazi- Steady Diet Of Nothing
Lard- Pure Chewing Satisfaction
Barkmarket- Vegas Throat
Anthrax- Among The Living
Ibrahim Ferrer- B.V.S.C.
THROBBING GRISTLE- 20 JAZZ FUNK GREATS
Cop Shoot Cop- Release
DE LA SOUL IS DEAD
Sand- Still Born Alive
John McLaughlin- Devotion
Essential Logic- Fanfare In The Garden
whatever happens there is always music.
GO SENSELESS VIRTUA-SLAUGHTER!!!!!!!
I'm rather proud of my last journal entry. One of the few in my archives that puts a honest smile on my face.
Pretty much shot my creative load all over Cheech's little animal quiz. There aint much brewing in my head except for regurgitated pop culture bullshit. I wish I knew more about sculpture and The Prussian army. Or Oriental pottery and Egyptian torture devices. Something you can hang your hat on, you know? Little more meat with the potatoes.
BARK AT THE MOON.
I'm going to lose weight and join the air force. That's the only option left. Everything else is exhausted. It's either that or go to prison. They'll fucking take your hide and ask for a kidney in this goddamned world. You can't have my mind, downpressor man.
Do you know what wandering consumers don't like? Naked City with John Zorn. Do you want to know what else? Lumbering Store Managers who give them Jack Torrence looks. All work and No Zorn make Dusty a dull boy. I'm gonna bash your brains in. Im gonna bash 'em righ the fuck in!
Watched a Stanley Kubrick documentary today. Every day has their high points.
If you want a better journal entry to read, click on Previous. It's entirely much more fun and zany. Work takes my soul. It's a slow moving poison that knows when to give a little back....like alcohol. Free me from this plantation, oh lord.
soundtrack of the day
Pharoah Sanders "Jewel Of Thought"
THE BLOOD WILL FLOW OF THE NON-BELIEVERS!!! TRIBAL SAXOPHONE MELTDOWN. BRING FORTH THE ANCIENT ONES. ZAP! BING! POW! BANG! SHREEK! ZONK!
8/19 UPDATE PORTION
The only thing of note is I've inhaled entirely too much cockroach spray and I'm the proud owner of BOWLING FOR COLOMBINE. I could possibly be the downfall of the insect kingdom. Cockroaches, bees, wasps, spiders, ants, and dragonflies are all on my shit list. Fuck with the bull and get the horns. Cliche you say? I benefit from a public school education and too much television. Whatever.
music I listened to at work
Cure-Disintergration
HARD TEXAS FUNK....again
Saul Williams-Amethyst Rock Star
Depeche Mode- Singles 86-98
Donald Byrd- Electric Byrd
AC/DC- 74 Jailbreak
Jesus & Mary Chain- Stoned & Dethroned
Elk City- Hold Tight The Ropes
Frank Black- Teenager Of The Year
Company Flow- Little Johnny From The Hospital
Can- Tago Mago
MAKE UP- IN MASS MIND
Cave In- Jupiter
Tom Waits- Blood Money
Crowded House- Self Titled
Slayer- Divine Intervention
Endtroducing Dj Shadow
Galaxie 500- Today
Fugazi- Steady Diet Of Nothing
Lard- Pure Chewing Satisfaction
Barkmarket- Vegas Throat
Anthrax- Among The Living
Ibrahim Ferrer- B.V.S.C.
THROBBING GRISTLE- 20 JAZZ FUNK GREATS
Cop Shoot Cop- Release
DE LA SOUL IS DEAD
Sand- Still Born Alive
John McLaughlin- Devotion
Essential Logic- Fanfare In The Garden
whatever happens there is always music.
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
Ach...poor, dead Jeff Porcaro! I have to admit, I love "Africa". Cuz I grow restless longing for some solitary company, and Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti. That's a fuck of a couplet. David Paitch rocks my balls.
So you didn't like the sound of oil rig dishwashing? It's true; some of those poor fuckers do the entire rig's laundry. And that would sugck.