The Last Goodbye

A glimpse of the morning recording ghetto rig.

This tune combines the patent elements of lyrical sap, the favored rush chucka-chuckas and the uh-huh sparse use of an obligatory (absolutely) curse word to get the point home. Yum. Here it goes.

Flea Market Finds 092712

Saw dinosaurs. You know what? Still cool. Why? Because they're frickin' dinosaurs!!

Close Be the Wahine

I've been accused of developing infatuations with girls who I am in the company of, particularly a company that is frequent. This accusation is alone -- as a statement -- true; however, the tone of these words which are thrown imply a knock against me for not having looked beyond what is at a time, present. Ad hoc. Here. The one I'm spotting now. I do not actively hunt but when the game is right before me in all its casual glory, oh yes I do tend to admire what symmetry I do, I do see. And how can I not? There are museums dedicated to appreciation, halls set firmly in their foundations with the sole proposition to show you beauty.

And I see beauty.

Even Though My Hair Is Already White

To someone, someday.

Another song cover. It's 2 strikes against my usual, heh. First? It's in Tagalog. Second? It's a slower paced song. I'm regularly a Fast-English type guitar ka-chucka-chucker, heh heh. Anywho, here we go:

Kahit Maputi Na Ang Buhok Ko
original artist: Noel Cabongon

For The Relief Effort

Yeaummm . . . free plastic bag? In San Jose? F'N SWEEEEEEEEET. That extra 33 cents will go to the Leonard Lacking Emergency IT'S-IT Fund. It's for a good cause, yo.