Writer's Block

Been stormin' the dome for some good post material but have come up with nothing. Here's some completely unfinished jams i've thrown together.

3 songs by garrett37

The Road To Amarillo ROUGH by garrett37

Miracle In Alamo Town

Been a while since I posted last. Whatever. BUZZ OFF. Just dig on this...



Jesus H. Christ. The Spurs rule. MUEY BUENO.

Comatose Blues

Cooked & Crumbled

A rag-tag group of pesky suburban teens once plagued the Alamo city with anthems of gummy worms, dinosaurs, and wicked island-monsters. These teenage stucco-punks captivated relentless crowds of drunken high school nitwits who were primarily interested in goofball stage antics over the music itself.

Blues-ridden, Dynamite-spanked goof n' roll. Undisciplined mish-mash.

The Inspektah. Joe The Ocean (The Candyman). Dance Dance Princess. Mr. Concept.

The Boy Scout Cookies.

What was once an institution is no more, and has been for a good while. Crusty stages across Bexar county played host to morbid coffins, trash bazookas, plastic jungles, and snack food cannons. A social spectacle for it's place in time.

And what's left? The Music. The Jams. The Riffs.

As it was commonly forgotten, The Boy Scout Cookies were a musical group, not just a circus-like monstrosity. An album was created in the band's final days that never quite saw the light:  

Kakerlake Muerto (I Reek of Fun & The Lord).

The recording has it's moments as well as some chunks of muck.

To the point, The Boy Scout Cookies were absolutely asinine, anybody who ever liked them SUCKS, and the album is completely ridiculous.

But check it out....

Intro/Where The Wild Things Rock

Mystic River

Underground Railroad

Primordial Boogie Woogie

The Candyman (Secret Track)

Who The Hell Yelps?

Many people are familiar with the website Yelp.com. I believe it to be an incredibly useful tool when deciding on restaurants to go to, etc. However, I always wonder who the hell visits these establishments and takes the time to write detailed praises and/or complaints on this site. Some of the people are genuine doof-brains. Some are helpful. But STILL. WHO THE HELL YELPS?

I may not be able to answer for all participants, but as of today, I YELP. As a member of the full-time workforce, I have maximized access to the world wide web. Therefore I have begun to YELP. It is only the beginning. Check out my latest presents to the digital world.

Were these reviews helpful? YES, OF COURSE!!!!!

Talent Spotlight: OMC - "How Bizarre" LIVE

Most people that where cognizant of pop culture in the 1990's know this hit single. Nothing quite like it. Out of pure curiosity I found this clip and am genuinely intrigued. Not completely familiar with the culture of New Zealand. I hear the folks up there are incredibly nice and awesome. Apparently they are really good at creating sand-blasted urban-cruise jams as well.

This live version knocked me into another stratosphere. Full-blown televised production. Acoustic, a capella intro. Flute solos. Full band. Yellow-tinted sunglasses. Harmonial synchronicity. Sly, rhythmic vocal cues. DJ scratchin'.

I really dig the audience's enthusiasm. Their hand clapping even manages to throw the Dj off when the song kicks in. True professionalism.

IF YOU WANNA KNOW REST, HEY, BUY THE RIGHTS

I Have Seen The Future

Last night I had a dream that I was driving my original wheels, a 1990 Chevy Suburban (Similar to the GMC pictured above), throughout the streets of San Antonio. While cruisin' a classic stretch on Blanco road, I lost control of the vehicle and engaged in two minor accidents. Both automobiles (I can't remember the make) were stocked with passengers, who were all severely PISSED about the incident.

Instead of settling the situation in a civilized manner, all three vehicles pulled into the parking lot of Slater White Cleaners, rolled down our windows and started yelling at each other. All I can remember is that I was able to end the situation strictly by sitting on my bum and using the power of WORDS to drive these piss-ants away. Which, in true dream-like form, worked PERFECTLY. I believe the last word I said was "Apparently" and the predicament ceased. APPARENTLY.

To cut to the chase, the pivotal moment of this dream was when I went home and blogged about the occurance. The title is a blur, but the post was similar to this. We're talkin' about DREAM BLOGGING. This is the FUTURE.