Rock-a- wha?

Rockabilly: Why?

I guess if it makes people mad, then you must be doing something right. It seems like a novelty to slick your hair back and cuff your jeans. I remember you had to cuff your pant legs because you had to get them too long so they would last through the growth spurts. I wasn't poor poor growing up, but everything I got was from K-mart and was put on lay-away. I once go parachute pants on lay-away. Finally got them home and I wore them to the roller disco. The zippers violently cut the shit out of me during a game of red light green light played while listening to the Fat Boys' "Wipeout". Ok, off track. Everybody in my family had a greasy head at one time or for entire life, my Grandpa. He kept it slicked back and tapered for over 90 years. My dad gave up slicking his hair back in the 70 and 80's when he eventually got a man perm. Sweet man perm. Then he had the ponytail and beard. Now it is back to combing it straight back. Although it gets poofy and huge. I call Hallelujah hair or "The Evangelist". I just like things this way. I like staining pillows and couches. I like barber shops. A hair stylist is for those who want a cut and color. Maybe a male brazillian. Man up and find a barber.

I had forgotten how much I actually liked some of these songs. Something about a crazy hillbilly screaming that makes me want to listen more. I have always had a soft spot for drunks and eccentrics. Johnny Burnette yelling like a lunatic during recordings. Everybody is expected to be prim and proper like Pat Boone and Johnny is shrieking in middle of the song.

You ever tried to play an acoustic instrument and make it seems rockin' and fuckin' raw. That is why everybody tried to pick those same instruments up in the 60's and all that you get is the Chad Mitchell Trio or The Mamas and the Papas. In the 70's you get James Taylor. Train kept a rolling, Rockabilly Boogie. I wonder what you'd be missing without these recordings. If Muddy Waters didn't exist you would never have gotten the Rolling Stones. If Chuck Berry wasn't around you wouldn't have that lame scene in Back to The Future of Micheal J Fox doing the duck walk.

I learned to ignore the Grease jokes through the years. I avoid penny loafers. Some of it is stereotypical. Mostly because they plaster Elvis on everything. Every genre has stereotypes. I really fuckin' hate Grease. Musicals are shitty enough, but that one tried to ruin sideburns like Hitler did with tiny moustaches. I like sideburns because they seem to really bug people. The bigger or pointier the more shit you end up getting.

Every song is about drinking, fighting, sex or cars. I take that back. I just listened to "Black Slacks". Why is the Jetsons car featured in the song. Derby hat, red bow tie, suspenders, chain down to your knees and page 14 black slacks. I am not sure where Joe Bennett is going with that song. I guess slacks are cool? When you try in vain to write a Blue Seude Shoes. Like country or blues it is for blue collar by blue collar. Just more up-beat. You listen to honky tonk all day you are just going to end up depressed and drinking. Waltzing the floor over you, Your cheating heart. Leadbelly singing In the Pines. Sometimes you need it a little motivation. I can't be dark all the time. I won't start in on sock hop and the fat guy in the car shirt that loves American Graffiti. If they are happy let 'em be. I do hate the 57 chevy print button-up.

I am influenced but do not consider myself in a scene. I don't do much to feel like I belong. Jr High is spent trying to belong. High School is spent trying to rebel. After 30 I just want to be whoever I want to be that day. Similar clothes and hairstyles happen you hang around people with the same interests and hobbies. Slicked hair, jeans, boots, band shirts and wallet chains. People you like to hang around with or think are interesting will influence you. And the stereotype is born. Similarities and imitation should be seen as flattery. Most still worry about being unique. Who cares. Just do what you want. I would do sock-hop if the mood struck me. Except for the fact I would look like a fat "Stray Cat" in pleated slacks and a pink bowling shirt.

May your hair stand high and stay put, even in the South Texas humidity.

Mahi Mahi

So I baked some Mahi Mahi and it was good, but what do I do for a sauce or glaze? I feel as if I am missing something. Eating healthy is a must again to avoid the expansion of old age. Tomorrow is the adventures of homegrown jalapeno queche. It is not for the love of new things but the quest for things that just taste really good.

Crazy

Tired part 1

I am so tired. I don't sleep at night. I get this way. The nights make me anxious. Quiet, black and mind wandering. I can't wrap my tiny little brain around it. I am tormented by dreams of uncertainty. I can't make a decision. I can't get any motivation going, like pushing a car through a snow drift. Feet slipping and hands throbbing in prickly ice covered pain. Maybe I am not as medicated as the rest of the slack jaws. Not as dull.

Maybe it is the allergies. I am not sure what. I guess it is the dry unrelenting weather. All the dust floating on by. No water and baked earth makes for a clay oven. An oven that has no off knob. Turn it off.

Maybe mixed drinks and sleep can turn it off. I guess I can give it the ol' college try. make a go of it. Then I get disgusted. Why? All the Michael Jackson idolatry I can stand. No news but an asexual mess who took too many pills. God rest his soul. Why a golden casket? A few hundred thousand that could have been put to a better use. Nope. Let's waste the cash on a box that will get buried in the ground.

Do you think their are really aliens? Do they think we are a bunch of primitive fuck-wads hopped up on Prozac watching chubby people dance.

Lady Lumps

Equal Opportunity

Milena Velba

Good ol big ones and big old good ones.

Make something of yourself: take off yur top

The lingerie edition

Strictly for thugs: Pat Boone wears 'em

Super Unicorns in Space Jam

Wow!

Free for Chubbies

How do you like my chubby style?

Monsters

"The bank is something more than men, I tell you. It's the monster. Men made it, but they can't control it."- John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 5

North Korea Threatens to 'Wipe Out' U.S.

North Korea Threatens to 'Wipe Out' U.S.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009

AP
SEOUL, South Korea — North Korea threatened Wednesday to wipe the United States off the map as Washington and its allies watched for signs the regime will launch a series of missiles in the coming days.

"If the U.S. imperialists start another war, the army and people of Korea will ... wipe out the aggressors on the globe once and for all," the official Korean Central News Agency said.

The warning came on the eve of the 59th anniversary of the start of the three-year Korean War, which ended in a truce in 1953, not a peace treaty, leaving the peninsula in state of war.

Hay-yooohh!

Candy Morrison

Gonzo

“The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.” Dr. Hunter S. Thompson

Awful

I was planning on playing guitar and watchin' some TV. Instead I find myself sick to my stomach. Day three of this feeling. Maybe four. What is up. I just want the shoe puddin' to stop.
I just need to relax and feel better. That is difficult on account of the fact breaking wind is gambling for me. Maybe it is exhaustion. So much running around. I don't think I have really stopped for a while. Right now I am typing instead of trying to nap. My guts hurt. Ok, this time I am really going to try and sleep. I need some tucks.

Tragic

They believe, through chemicals, they can control a false internal reality. On the outside, an observer, sees the horrible truth of a beat up shell with a deranged mind. Worn edges and corners. Stains and blurred images. The content of the novel is irrelevant and different. People crave being unique. This is appealing. To not be a number. To be an individual. Than through art and poetry they assume they are important. Self loathing turns to introspective thought and a huge ego. A growing ego. "I am important because I think in new and different ways".

Offering nothing to society. No blood on their hands. No basic sense of survival. A world they can't understand created by a force they can't fathom. Tighten your bootstraps and grab a hoe. This field is not going to plow itself. You become a parasite if you believe that others will provide for you.


The Greeks believed through logic and creativity their society was strong. Then Rome came with weapons and destroyed them. Pillaging and taking their advancements. Heathens and dirt worshippers will always be downfall to people who believe that they, as mortal man, are in control.


To create is important, to toll is essential. Survival and knowledge. Lord loves a working man. Don't trust whitey.


1. Create for yourself.
2. Just do. Try to avoid too much forethought.
3. Don't get too drunk outside of your own house.
4. Don't be afraid of the crazy maniac you have the potential of being.
5. Love what you do.
6. Love your life.
7. Don't analyze too much. You are wasting time that could be used for just living.
8. You are never really that important.
9. If you thinks no one loves you, Jesue and I do.

Put on some Lingerie

Cupcake Kassidy

Corky Dunbar

Caralyn Hall

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Martin Denny: I dig it!

The exotic sounds of Martin Denny.

Dig it man. Ladies and Bongos. Does the pipe smoking cocktail set need anymore. Bring out the drums and lets get this shin-dig going. Screw hardcore I going straight Leisure.

Reminds me of slow cooked pork and pineapple. Now I am hungry.

Break out the ukelele and let's hit the palm covered beach. I need a sun hat and a tequila sunrise pronto.

Primitiva almost beats the Whip Cream and other Delights lady. I declare a sexy tie. I should have been a lounge singer.

Drink Time

Charro Negro
Ingredients:
Juice of 1/2 Lemon
1 oz Tequila (Herradura blanco)
4 cubes Ice
Fill with Coca-Cola
Salt
Mixing instructions:
Rub rim of glass with lemon juice and dip rim in salt. Put 4 ice cubes into the glass, add Tequila and juice of half a lemon. Add some more salt if you like and fill the glass with Coca-COla. Stir gently.

Beware the Kraken

Arrggh, watch out for the Kraken! Man, my arm is sore. I have a good sw-elbow going on. A bloody good time though.

Beachy Keen

2 to 3 foot waves. Awesome. I went boogie boarding Sunday. Brandon showed me the hardslick. Nice. The Biorn Borg tennis wig is a look he should go for. The beach was rad. The water had to be around 85 degrees. Everybody turned lobster red. A nice shade except for the pain, man. All we needed was bongos and hotdogs. Maybe a monster in a rubber suits that was really a disgruntled square. Out to get those heck raisin' teens who are really 35. We need more shade and straw hats. Except Brian. He was trying out for Dudley Doolittle 2 with his sweet mountie hat. Pamimal tried to catch a fish with her teeth. Intense bro-ham.

Jubblies

It is sexy party time

Ms. 3 color print photo.

How about some cuffing and shpanking?

Nice set of pillows on that couch.

Lingerie ads, my first love.

Leisure Buffalo

(C) Kerwin 2009

Loungin'

I have my jammy's on. I got my copy of House Party 2: Pajamma jammy jam. I am ready to relax.

I need to relax. Between work and stuff, I can't seem to unwind.

Deep in your lane bryants

Lane Bryant: keeping chubby chicks in high fashion for over 60 years. Thanks Lane Bryant, you keep the fat bottom girls keep making my rocking world go round.

I like my beer and my women stout.

What are you doing tonight? Squirrel Lamp?

Yes sir, out of real squirrel! Hot darn, that is a good time. Perfect for the guy alone with extra squirrel pelt. I could make a lamp or book ends. Profit, lots of profit.

Big profits. That is perfect because there is no bag limit on squirrel in South Texas. I can make rugs and ...etc? What do you think etc is? Was there really so many ideas for rabbit pelt they had to leave some out? I am a proud graduate from the school of taxidermy!

Boo-bees