Sunday, November 28, 2010

I Love Taylor Swift

I am now obsessed and completely infatuated with Taylor Swift. She's now taken over for Miley Cyrus as the biggest pop tart in music today. Britney, Miley, Taylor. The other losers don't see what the deal is with Taylor, too tall, bird legs, face looks fat, whatever. To me she is absolutely gorgeous and I want to express my love for her. I just know, that if she met me, she would love me, too.

But alas, she seems to be a real slut. She's gone from one hollywood stud to the next and now she's banging that Gyllenhall dude that was in the movie Zodiac. John Mayer banged her, too. The list is a mile long of studs she's bedded. I bet she's a wild one. At 5'11", she's a lot of woman to love. But I love her, Jerry.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Green Axes

I don't know what my obsession is with the color green lately. But one of the axes that struck my eye at the Fall guitar show was this green Charvel. I think they call it "slime green". But it's cool. Made in USA, too, not China. They were going for $900 at the show, not bad. I may have to pick one of these up. Then i'll get a few weeks of happiness.

Friday, November 19, 2010


Although I own a ton of high end equipment, i'm far from being an audio snob or 'golden ear" audiophile. If the ultimate goal is to reproduce, in your home, the live musical experience, the "absolute sound", then I should buy a freaking Cerwin Vega or JBL PA system since that's what Slayer gets amplified thru and that's what MY "live experience" is. Does it matter to me if a component slightly alters the massive distortion of the recorded musical experience? Not really. How the fuck are you gonna know anyway.

Of course this is mainly because my music of choice is hard rock/metal/punk while most audio geeks listen to, ummm, softer stuff.

Now that doesn't mean I dont' enjoy nice high end, well built gear. I just have to chuckle when these audio rags talk about differences in cables, turntables, brands of tubes, etc. I would bet it's all bullshit and irreproducible. Well, maybe for other music you can hear something. But probably not for "Live at Leeds".

I still like to play records, and I've blogged before about the Rega vs. Technics turntable debate. I happen to think the Technics is a solid well built turntable for the money. But I saw a green Rega P3 at Surround Sounds the other day and had to have it. It's just so cool looking. I'm also contemplating getting an Odyssey Audio Khartago amp to fuck with.

Rest assured I won't be playing any Joni Mitchell or Steely Dan thru them.

A Half Century of Lose

Well here it is. I'll soon celebrate a half century of losing on this piece of shit planet. To celebrate the event, the last gig of the first half century will be THE SWORD coming up next week at the TLA. Nothing like a doom metal band to cement in the depression.

What will follow over the next few months on this venerable blog will be reflections on the last 50 years. All the wrong decisions, all the failures, all the misery. To chronicle everythng would take a tome longer than War and Peace. But it must be recorded for posterity, and for others to say, "gee, and I thought MY life was bad...!"

The fall guitar show is the next bit of merriment. The last show in July we managed to get some pics. Now realize that the guitar show is basically a sausage fest, it's all guys. Chicks are only dragged there by their studs for eye candy. Chicks aren't into axes, amps, stereo stuff, or cars. They're into handbags and shoes.

Look at this teen whore. She was the hottest thing at the show. I bet she doesn't have a boyfriend, either.

Here's some other eye candy, the kind that is attainable by losers. A nice orange Marshall rig. Ooooh, I need one of these. Then i'll be happy.

After the axe show it's tradition to hit Chubbys or Dalassandro's for a cheesesteak.

Then perhaps it's off to the Pinball Parlor to play some skill. The favorite machine is Funhouse.

Such is the life of lose. Most other 50 year olds would be doing family stuff and banging their MILF wife. The path of lose is the one least traveled.