Feels Like a Reggae Saturday
Posted on May 19th, 2012
Tagged: filler
Tagged: filler
Tishan played free shows at the park across from Burger King and when you can’t drive yet you go where you can get to. The crowd always strange–kids, the elderly, homeless, surfers with bloodshot eyes. The music is not really for you but it gets into you and it’s a short leap beyond Legend to King Yellowman and the yearly Sunsplash at the Sportatorium and for a while when you’re young music is as much a part of you as breathing.
Tagged: Brutal Out Deh
Wanted: Drummer and bass player to comprise rhythm section of power trio. Looking for Fugazi-style vocal foil arrangement set against the backdrop of late 80s emerging Wetlands jam band funk noodling, with a one drop backbeat and a strong Creedence personality. Must assume responsibility for all solos, like dogs.
The car blocking the left lane is pushing 53 mph; the car in the center is doing 52. Nothing to do but ride this one out. There’s still 45 minutes of highway, 15 on the side roads, and then from the dock a solid 25 to get outside the inlet. When it all boxes in and everyone’s doing 20, press play and wait for the involuntary exhale.
Tagged: Rebel Within, Son of Bocephus
He does Buck pretty good, too.
Tagged: Clash covers, Dwight Yoakam
The two movies that fishermen gravitate to are Jaws and A River Runs Through It. Other than some crazy big fish action the movies are disparate in countless ways. Yet they are quoted by the same anglers, often on the same trip, and sometimes to the point where you want to punch the quoter in the sternum in hopes of jarring some original material. But there is one common unifying thread to both movies: That song. It takes on a major role in the shark flick, but you could blink and miss it in River, when Norman walks in to bail Paul out of the drunk tank and the little old man is singing it. So any future fishing movie better have this song somewhere…
Today’s theme is secondary albums from great players who passed away well before their time.
Last year I declared 2008 “The Year of the Carp.” That didn’t go so well for me. Catching one on fly is still a huge priority, but you can’t dedicate a year to the same thing for two terms consecutively, or something like that. So I’m adjusting my goals. The year 2009 will be, for Fishing Jones at least, The Year of the Farm Pond. I’m setting the modest target of fly fishing on ten different farm ponds throughout the calendar year. I’ve got two farm ponds in mind that should be easily attainable–they sit on the property of family friends–but the time has come for strategery in regards to the remaining eight. [Editor’s Note: If you have or have access to a farm…
And iPods
Tagged: 16 ounce cans, commuter hell, Thanksgiving, train beers
Commuter hell eased by live music and tall boys.