I don't know who I think I am

but I haven't really been myself all week.
Anyhow, here's some old (and kind of crummy) pictures of my friend Paul's 59 Chevy wagon.
Christ, these pictures are at least 10 years old, if not more.
It was such a cool car with every whacky option '59 had to offer.

I don't get excited about much...

but tonight I feel like a kid on Christmas eve.
Good rock & roll tonight & On Any Sunday on the big screen tomorrow at noon!!

This week anyhow

The prospect of spending more time & money on an unappreciative 39 year old motorcycle just doesn't sound very appealing.
2 hours of repair for every 1 hour of riding?
I dunno.
Hopefully I'll snap out of it but right now a Goldwing (Or whatever) sounds like a smart idea.

The Good Captain

Yesterday I managed to get over to the Captain's pad for a quick (and long overdue) visit where I was pretty damn impressed with the new look of his Flyrite.
Of course, I wasn't smart enough to have my camera on hand but wanted to post what are now "before" pics just for kicks.
Well, for kicks and perhaps to drop a hint.
Bob, if you have anything current please feel free to send them my way for a "Before and After" comparison.

Accidents happen

Accidents like this photo.
I was sifting through some stuff when I found it & it took me a second to figure it out.
I was at a this great little spot in Hingham (Ma) just over a year ago & fumbling to get my camera out of my pocket.
As I did I hit the shutter button & this is the way it came out.
Couldn't do it again if I had to.

Just some randomness

I plan on listening to nothing but Eddie Cochran all week, my little dog could use some good juju as he's sick as....well....as a dog....and Missinglink I found the cd's in question.
I could of sworn I sent them already.....

Nothing says "Good" on a Friday like a crucifixion!

Normally I let the "Easter Season" slip by as another spoon fed "Holiday" with solace in knowing the Christians weren't completely successful in burying its pagan roots.
This year however, I kept being subtly reminded that this is a big-deal weekend for the religious sort.
At least, I think they were subtle reminders.
It very well could have just been the recent full moon, or the fact that I work in Quincy where Good Friday is "The drinkingest holiday since St.Patrick's Day."

I learned the other night that my gal's mom would make her & her siblings remain completely silent between noon and three on Good Friday because that's apparently the time Jesus was, you know, nailed to a tree for telling people how neat it would be if we were all nice to each other. (Thank you Douglas Adams)
I mentioned this to someone this morning who was completely familiar with the practice.
This blows my mind.
Noon and three?!?!
Some of these people are so fanatical that they think they know the time of death?!?!
Seriously?
You would think, for the sake of authenticity, you'd want to reflect on the EXACT time of suffering, which I'm pretty certain didn't happen in the Eastern Time Zone.
I won't even bring up the Gregorian calendar.
Then again, geography dictates Jesus wasn't white either....but no one would ever buy that.
There's no denying he has one hell of a P.R. machine.

My next little "Easter Moment" (I'll call it) came around 10:30.
I had mentioned to someone I work with that every Friday morning the DJ on the radio station my alarm is set to says, "It's a good Friday morning..." which always confuses me in to thinking it's Easter no matter that time of year.
As I am telling her this she grabs her throat and yells, "Oh my God, it's Good Friday! I just ate meat! Shit! SHIT!!"
I tried my best to calm her by assuring her God doesn't really care what you've had for breakfast but she was still flustered.
Suddenly, I had a stroke of genius.
I had the answer, I was there to save the day.
"Well, if you feel that bad about it, we can always go get your stomach pumped!"
With that she stopped and stared at me as though I had spat on the floor.
We spent the next 3 hours arguing, yelling and waving picket signs at each other about when digestion actually begins.
Does it start the minute the food hits your stomach....or during (please forgive me for this) the evacuation?

I finally put a lid on all this hearsay and folklore a little later in the afternoon when I had to tell a salty old woman from Quincy her license plate frames would prevent her from getting an inspection sticker.
I tried to explain to her (Her name was Margret, but aren't they all?) the Registry of Motor Vehicles no longer allows frames to cover any of the words on the plate.
She of course, was convinced either the state, or I, were singling her out because the frame said "Pro-Life."
I assured her neither the state, nor I, cared what sort of opinion she aired on her Toyota as long as we could both read her license plate.
She then pointed to one of those magnet ribbon things on her trunk that says, "Choose Life" and while shaking her fist tells me, "Well, if anyone makes me take this off I'll...."
I looked her dead in the eyes and said, "You'll kill them?"
With that she shook my hand and said, "You've been nothing but grand through this rotten stinking mess."
A bit dramatic I know, but I'll still call it "Quote of the Day."

Thanks for the picture Bridge....I love it.

You meet the nicest people on a Honda

Some may recognize this

While others may be saying, "What the?"
I'd explain, but I am tired (as usual)

Missinglink!

Any chance you can make it to Boston by April 17? ( Sorry....17 April)
This is gonna be the show of the century.....of the month.

Motorcycles!!

It's April 6 & I assume spring is bound to show up within the calender year, which means I gotta get off my ass & make at least ONE motorcycle run.
Random pictures for motivation.
Brockton 2007:

Like every place else on the inter-tubes

Friday seems to be the day to post You Tube clips around here....and lately it's been some kind of representation of what I've spent the week listening to.
This week is no exception....like anyone cares.

For no other reason

than I am trying to post something daily again, here's a few pictures I found of my kitchen in Brighton. (Mass)
This is probably 1997? 98?
I wish I still had these.

I'm trying

I'm trying to come up with a way to accurately express how I feel about the "Rock & Roll Hall of Fame" but it may take a couple of days to whittle all that spite & contempt in to a few short sentences.
In the mean time here's even more photographs from the turn of the century....and yes, I will be saying that for the rest of my life thank you.

Some pictures from the last century

Again, no order, no real reason.

It's Friday again

And at the risk of sounding like a freak, I realized this week that one of the many appealing things to me about jazz is...well....it can be emotional.
Actually, what brought this on was the sudden memory of the last time I saw Elvin.
A friend and I were fortunate enough to be sitting at a table with some of our own local heroes.
(I'm not dropping names....let me just say, if I were the sort, I'd have been star struck just to be sitting with these guys)
I will never forget seeing one of these men tear up during Elvin's first solo.
It's one of those things....if you get it you get it, if you don't.....that's OK too.

Would you believe

I may have to start getting intimately familiar with stuff like this?
The things you do for a buck....

It seems

The building I work in, albeit only for another couple of days (I must have set a record with this one) was once the home of Hedlund Motors, which was the area's Tucker Dealership in 1948.
The only proof I have of this is a Quincy Sun newspaper article hung on the wall.
Until I can find more, you'll just have to take my word for it.

Next week....

Next week, I swear, I'll have more to add.
This has been kind of a weird week & I sort of feel like Burroughs' watermelon. (Yes Biddy, that one)
Anyhow, the last couple of days I've been listening to a lot of Bill Haley, or more accurately, been thinking a lot about what kind of guitar player Danny Cedrone was.
(Yes, this is what I think about)
I know "Rock Around the Clock" is almost cliche' but the guitar solo in the song (which I know is almost note for note the same as from a Saddlemen's song I can't think of right now) is outstanding....which again makes me wonder what people see in new "music".

I know, I know

I've been busy....watch this instead....please.

Best news all week

My gal tells me she got tickets.
New Jersey here we come!!
God, I love the Mummies.

OK, I'll join in

I was going to save all this for my rant about Easter being the most blatant example of Christianity taking a pagan holiday and calling it its own, but I can't wait.
Scooter is promoting tooth decay with his Reese's & Dave is expanding waistlines with those disgusting marshmallow bird things...so here's my Easter Peep Show.

Alright....

Is this there some kind of game going on that I don't know I'm playing?
WTF?

When you wear big honkin' glasses

You develop a hell of a left hand.
Watch...please.
(and wait for his right foot too)
Not that any of you care....but here's another favorite.

Real people making actual progress

Hey Cain, I can only assume by your lack of updates that you are doing actual things to real motorcycles in preparation for this impending spring, which I expect to happen within the calender year.

I hate New England

Punched in the face by Old Man Winter......again.