stolen from deluxie...............

my brain has gone soft but certain events shake the grey matter..............

i was sifting through a rolling stone magazine this morning and i saw that `Pinetop` Perkins had passed away after a very long and glorious career..........watching `good day l.a.` on the boob tube later on and saw Buddy Guy promoting his new cd........... got me to thinking......... 1975 or 1976........ mid- august and summertime was in full swing. long south swell lines were rolling in with a minor heat wave making the early evening seem like a beach boy soundtrack, southern california perfection....... grabbed my surfboard and jumped on the boardwalk in newport skateboarding north to huntington beach all along checking the surf just waiting to get in the 75 degree water........ southside of the pier was going off with a minimal crowd, everyone burnt out from surfing all day and getting ready to start the saturday night partying..... after a sweet 2 hour session with the sun starting to go down, i skated over to the surf theater on 5th street and stashed my board behind the dumpsters out back........... shaking the water out of my hair ( yeah, i said hair, fuck you) i jumped back on my skater to get my seat at the back of the Golden Bear Theatre on Pacific Coast Hwy........... i was still under age to get into any of the shows there but i`d sit in the back with a quart of schlitz malt liquor listening to some of the greatest blues artists in the world.......... this saturday nights show was Buddy Guy and Junior Wells........one of the greatest guitar and harp combos around at the time still playing these small venues.......i never quite got it, were was everyone? and my friends never quite got why i would take off to hear these old cats, sitting in the alley behind the Bear drinking malt liquor....... well this particular night was one that would stay with me forever........i was sitting on a crate that i had set up so i could lean against the building and feel the music while i was listening to it. i got up to take a piss when all of a sudden the door opened just as i was walking to relieve myself and i walked right into a cloud of weed and bounced off the chest of Junoir Wells. we both screamed and i remember him asking me, `What the fuck you doin`, smack you fuckin` head right off boy!`` Holy shit, Whatcha doin` back here? and What dafuck is dat?` pointing to my skater under my arm. `it`s a skateboard` i said nervously laughing but so stoked. `You better wipe that fuckin smile off yo face boy, fo i wipe it off. You scared the livin` shit outta me........` `i like sitting out back here to listen to the music, i heard you and Buddy were playing tonight and i got my spot out back here`. `Listening to my music for free? buy youself a fuckin` ticket. Shit, everybody want something free from me. And that is MR. Buddy Guy to you boy. Get some respect!` `yes sir` `That sounds better boy.` well he looked around and took a little flask out of his jacket pocket and took a sip. `You like drink boy?` `yeah, i had some malt........` `What, poor nigga shit....... you ought not being drinkin so soon, give yoself time...... hell, what yous parent feed you, you play basketball?` `well actually....` `Shhhh boy, I don`t care, now shhhhhh!` suddenly the back door opened up and a huge bouncer said, `everything o.k. Mr. Wells?` `Oh yeah, Oh yeah. we good. Just gonna bring my nephew into the show.........` the look on the bouncers face was classic...... walked inside and up the stairs everyone was back stage drinking and smoking when i started recognising certain faces....... `Christ, what the fuck,` is what came out of Buddy Guy`s mouth when he saw me....` take it ez blood, it`s my nephew,` as he squeezed my shoulder....... i actually started feeling like his nephew.......

there was so many folks stuffed into that back room............it was still warm outside and a fuckin oven in that room....my head was starting to flow with all the weed and i was probaly grinning like a fuckin idiot cause Junior Wells said it looked like i was starting to get into it.......he starting introducing me to everyone as they were tuning up their own instruments....first was Pinetop Perkins at piano...... then two Rolling Stones, Bill Wyman on bass and Charlie Watts on drums.....WHAT THE FUCK! my head was gonna pop...... as the band went out onto the stage to get the crowd moving with some instrumental, Junior pulled up a chair for me side backstage and told me to sit down and `Enjoy the show, little brother!`.......i was torn between wetting myself and burtsting into tears because i was Junior Wells `nephew` and little brother..........i smiled all night and bigger each time Wells looked over during the show and gave me a wink with his drunken yellow eyes..... the night ended uneventful after the show...... the band had a bunch of girls they were going to party with and Junior told me, `HOPE YOU HAD FUN, NOW GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE!` .......... but there was a smile on his face that i will never , ever forget. the littlest thing can shake awake those great memories.......... i rest.

'Of Melancholy and Monkey Business' Opening for Jacqueline Gallagher in Articulated Gallery

1681 haight st. s.f..................

i wish i had a motorcycle so i could go to this neat show in southern california...............

there is gonna be alot of cute motorcycle fellas there..........beards, tattoos, leather jackets. cool. and if you hadn`t heard, they are giving everyone that purchases posters with a free ticket to have a chance at a knucklehead chopper. c`mon! you`ve been buying all the magazines, you got all the t-shirts and stickers, you`ve been to all the dice magazine parties, made long lasting motorcycle blogger friendships..........now go get the motorcycle. the born free 3 show will give you a chance to have it all with just one raffle ticket. two tickets would be even better, double your chances......don`t say i didn`t tell you.......for what it is worth.........

mitch cotie...................http://www.mcotie.com/stuff.htm

everytime i troll thru kemosabe and the lodge, my mind slowly melts scanning the artwork of mitch cotie. his twisted heart and brain are crawling through thick gooey gray matter spewing his visions out of the tip of a pen.........and creating nothing but brillance to feed the senses. after viewing his artistic delights it hurts my heart knowing i`m destined to mediocrity or potentially worse........such is the case....

art in the streets exhibit los angeles.........

thanks to Jahluv for sending me the photos...... MOCA...........check this out.

art sounds like fart............

do you love art?

i woke up very early last week in palm desert to find something new and someone told me to check out the beaumont flea market on sunday.....sure, why not. the sun was out but the winds were blowing around 50 miles per hour. i took off west towards beaumont and came upon the largest blackest storm i`ve seen in along time. there was alot of electricity in the air and after checking a bunch of old trailer parks in the area i tripped onto the flea market. it was cold and windy with black skies bringing rain when out of the corner of my eye i focus in on this piece of mid century/ jackson pollack era beauty.

1959.................

the colors popped, it had the same drip texture like pollock used with car paint...........thick and layered to perfection....very original frame of the era........ `how much?` `$15` `will you take $10?`.......`sure, this painting is probably worth thousands!`......the beauty in going to desert tweeker flea markets, momma`s gotta buy the crack, daddy`s waitin`.................. it is so beautiful

blackies parking lot 1-2` west swell blown out shit........but for this pinto, it would have sucked

old photos..........

dynamite joe`s flathead in japan..............

they changed it up a little but the bones are joe`s...........looks like they painted the fender to match the old paint on the tanks, added a 16 front wheel....changed the bars and front end. damn it joe, i told you to give me the z-bars..........pipes look good....japanese have a great style. don`t argue with me......

art in the streets...MOCA`s geffen contemporary

opening night, april 16th @ 7 p.m., will feature performances by the stars of the hip-hop classic, Wild Style. the show traces the evolution of the guerrilla aesthetic in cities like new york, los angeles and sao paulo. L.A. gets nice props as seen through cholo tags and Dogtown skateboard culture. april 17th- aug. 8th. moca.org.

one of these days................

oldies.........

mexican vs. italian.......

i found these sitting in a drawer in the garage.......i have not seen either of these in years. the one on the left is mexican/tijuana circa 1976, first surf trip to mexico. that`s not the only things i bought in mexico that day. i drank and smoked the other stuff and that young girl in the bar is probably around in her mid-sixties by now........... the other is italian circa late 1950`s that i got as a present in 1968 from one of my dad`s associates that he worked for in staten island on the docks. this guy asked my dad if he could give me a present, he said every kid should have his own puerto rican cockroach sticker......... not very politically correct. but then again my dad said he was a dirty greasy whop and that i should take the knife cause someday i might have to stab him with it....such is the case.

the blade on the italian is a harder forged steel and the cut is cleaner. it is really illegal because of the length of the blade. cops love to confiscate these and keep them for themselves. the mexican blade closes by pressing the button but the italian needs to have the latch by the blade lifted. less of a chance of the blade accidently closing when you stick it into somebody. the italian also has a nice wooden handle that gets a great finish once it starts getting worked in unlike the plastic mexican handle........ i love them both equally for different reasons that i won`t tell you about.........

it is mine.............................

i`ve bought at least 10 tickets so far......... the bike should be mine for sure. last year signal hill police estimated over 5000 people showed up for last years` born free 2. everyone panicked and tried to buy tickets at the last second the day of the show and unfortunately they were gone in 5 minutes. really?! what are you waiting for? this year there is a very high chance the attendance will double and again you won`t get any tickets......don`t be dumbshits. the more tickets you buy the higher your chances. the odds are 1,000,000 times better than buying a damn lottery ticket. $25 will get you a $40,000 knucklehead.... you gotta be a knucklehead not to buy one......... "but what are my chances of winning" you have just as much as anyone else but you gotta buy one, more than one bumps up your average. also buying a ticket helps support this pretty amazing event. how much money did you have to spend to get into the grand nationals in pomona this year? it was complete bullshit with hardly any bikes. this show is FREE with so many fuckin bikes it will make you dizzy. and you can win a custom knuckle chopper for $25. you fuckin retarded? you wait till the last minute and don`t get a ticket you will always have to wonder if that bike coulda been yours......... it`s up to you but i was just sayin`.......