07.12
This time of year always finds me in the usual spots, with the usual booze and the usual crew, cant really ask for more except the setlist below. Seems like every July I dig deep into the vaults and pull out a few historical gems. This is last weeks setlist, or part of it at least. I threw in two bonus Jesus and Mary Chain tracks just for the hell of it and the first track your about to hear was recorded at the Moore here in Seattle, yes I was am a huge Layne Staley fan. Somebody somewhere this week called someone else a bedwetting commie and thats what you are if you dont think Staley is great. A bedwetting commie. Dont forget that.
Thanks to everyone this week who made the time go by more enjoyably than it normally does. You tried but you failed: Im alive, the booze didnt kill me. This reminds us all yet again of the simple fact: I am not normal. I should be dead. My liver should be stabbing me right now but its not, it is smiling. It sees the Absinthe, the tequila, vodka and plethora of beers sitting on or near my desk, all of it gifted in the past 3 days. This doesnt begin to scratch the surface of Friday’s benefactor to whom I owe many thanks, and many, many drinks. There is no one finer to binge with than my good friend Lorenzo.
Ive a stack of Hallmarks to attend and truly, is not a greeting card the ultimate gift? something not enjoyed in one moment, pissed down a trough the next and then cursed the following morning as the sun splits your mind in half as your eyeballs fall dryly to the floor….
Not that theres anything wrong with that.
I will tend to the cards as I nurse this Patron…….
This is what happens after years of being a rude-boy and convincing children you are a pirate. Kids: be nice to your mothers; save yourself from a face like this. Signed: The BEARDED MENACE.
Thanks one and all; expect more innapropriately expectant texts at all the wrong hours of the night, lewd emails during the day and occasionally the late morning drunken phone call in the coming year. We all know im really good at that…
the above shot is from the moments before the annual birthday dinner where I opened an oddly shaped box to discover a ….black fiddle.
So you had a birthday recently, Bearded Menace? Happy late Birthday. Or something.
i’ve been transported back to 1992…and I like it.
@Melissa the Bearded Menace is the new scum. I LIKE.
@SM thats a great set isnt it? The J&M bonus tracks were impossible to avoid…
Please grow the beard back. I have a hard time with you as the bearded menance when there is no beard.
If you become a pirate, “the bearded menace” must be your monikor. Tis written.
Right. So, you continue to impress me. The photo, assuming you took it yourself rather than kyping it from flikr, shows that you do use the bathroom in an upright manner. This is good.
I’m waiting for a cathartic moment with you. The one where we’re maybe even somewhat sober and I look into your bloodshot eyes and you look into my peaceful, loving eyes and we decide that it was fate– a fate we can no longer fight with pithy texts and longing sideways glances– that brought us together.
This moment is either nigh or happened in a parking lot across from Alki Tavern a few years and many, oh so many, drinks ago.
the last time you and I drank together you ended up hospitalized for related issues the following day. The time before that you punched my face.
Cathartic doesnt exist in my world, unless you count the booze…for claritys sake. Seems to me thats what its there for.
So: how bout a drink you therapy loving hooligan. We can discuss why your the female version of me; why that enrages you so deeply…and what my mother really thinks of me..