Caught these guys at a recent block party in South Philly. Loved the name at first. It set me off on a wild freestyle thought jazz explosion and this post is a way of saying thank you for stimulating a few parts of my brain that sort of got lost when I was stuck back in the working world. The Exhiliaration I felt for being a "free agent" again.
My boy Barry sent me a text which I received the day I walked off my job. "Free at last" and all that. Some of my cooler friends are in washington this week for the 50th anniversary of that speech. I didn't know that it was the same age as me, older by two weeks, wow! Barry sings a great version of "Secret Agent Man"
I had been writing a flurry of things about the place and how I would help it all day over on my job related blog www.sendareumeaphobia.blogspot.com I was already tired of working there and being beat down and not having my voice heard and I KNOW THIS IS A FIRST WORLD PROBLEM and I'm just stating facts here, not whining, it was time to go.
Coincidence or some grand design led Barry to send me an invite to a party in the hood where I had been stumbling around for a good five years, working on my alcohol problem in the best place for this work. Surrounded by mummers, gamblers and women who are so wise to the ways of the world that they see TROUBLE all over me and steer clear, except for an occasional angel with poor eyesight who implausibly decides to embrace my energy.
So there I am, back seeing all sorts of people I hadn't seen in a year or more and that's always fun. The secret is that Harry is fine in small doses, but too intense to take on a daily basis. Anyway, I invited my internet music star gal pal Mamalove and my abstract einstein EMC and we were chilin like bob dylan in Barry's backyard and listening to the tunes and all was right in the world. A perfect bright afternoon block party. Good tunes, good people, good food, thank you universe for allowing this to happen, for this huge energy wave that I am surfing now and hope to gaia that the shore is miles away to give me time to learn the cutback move to extend my ride. ( Any surfers out there who are riding waves of ecstacy and want to share, im all ears)
We were out front and in the front row and hootin and hollerin when someone catches my eye, a new arrival. Wearing either the worlds cheapest plastic sunglasses or the worlds most expensive, I can never tell, the new arrival definitely needed ocular attention. Is in that place where kids are when they say "look what I can do"
Me and mamalove discuss the ensemble he is rocking as he is tacitly inviting us to do. She knows how much things cost and mentions his shoes. I'm readdy to throw him into the dbag box when I find out he is in the next band with the drummer WHO IS NOT WEARING A FAUX HAWK even if it looks like it.
The name of the band is intriguing," love cartel" and some of their sounds are like the chili peppers which is a very good thing.
THE RIFF ON THE NAME.... What does a love cartel traffic in? How do we feel about love as a commodity? Is it better to be in control of the love supply on the East coast between NYC and DC stretching to Pittsburg in the west but with alot of respect to the other Love Cartels?
OR ARE THESE THE BIG GUYS? The ones that Gus Fring had to take care of, the ones after Heisenburg?
I'm more of a "free love" guy, the 60's raised me. The Acid tests when Tim Leary was giving out free hits at Dead shows and if you want to read a great book read The Electric Koolaid Acid Test.
These days it seems like dime bags don't exist anymore but you may be able to buy a gram of something for somebody. But that's a different discussion for a different day. They gave me and my traveling party a disc and I gave it a couple listens...
Anyhow, the members of the cartel seem a little butthurt about some chick who "provided nothing in return" after one or more of the members offered her or provided her some love (and maybe it aint a girl anyway....)
What strikes me is the transactional nature of the loving... "I gave you my love you gave me nothing in return." This is the song I thought sounded a little Chili-pepper-esque in the chorus. I was singing it in my car and then thinking WAITAMINUTE here.....
Love is something you give, they got that right.
But you can't give with expectations.
Expectations are setting up one of another one of those sad christmas morning scenarios.....
You don't know the state of mind of your LOVETARGET.
It's great that she motivated you to song, and great you tried to thank her about it in an artistic way.
unless this is a revenge song, you don't love me so I'm gonna get famous? Then you will come back to me....
Hey ralph wiggum!
It's nice you choo choo choose her,
and i would have linked it to that great simpsons episode if this wasnt the time of day when the internet gets croded and my service slows to a snails pace.....
its great you choo choo choose her butt, it's still a vagina controlled world. That's the band I want to meet, the VAG Cartel....
Ok- I am about done here except foR the HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT-
Rewrite the boy george sone "ill tumble for you" as Ralph wiggum.
chorus
"i'll be ralph for ya, ill be ralph for ya, ill be ralph for ya ill be ralph for you"
then we sing it at a karoke night ....
or not.....
i will be planning my next trip to philly on or around my 50th birthhday 9-13 and im trying to schedule some play dates with interesting people who do their homework
i will have another homework assignment up shortly
i got to go run the chainsaw for a few hours
My boy Barry sent me a text which I received the day I walked off my job. "Free at last" and all that. Some of my cooler friends are in washington this week for the 50th anniversary of that speech. I didn't know that it was the same age as me, older by two weeks, wow! Barry sings a great version of "Secret Agent Man"
I had been writing a flurry of things about the place and how I would help it all day over on my job related blog www.sendareumeaphobia.blogspot.com I was already tired of working there and being beat down and not having my voice heard and I KNOW THIS IS A FIRST WORLD PROBLEM and I'm just stating facts here, not whining, it was time to go.
Coincidence or some grand design led Barry to send me an invite to a party in the hood where I had been stumbling around for a good five years, working on my alcohol problem in the best place for this work. Surrounded by mummers, gamblers and women who are so wise to the ways of the world that they see TROUBLE all over me and steer clear, except for an occasional angel with poor eyesight who implausibly decides to embrace my energy.
So there I am, back seeing all sorts of people I hadn't seen in a year or more and that's always fun. The secret is that Harry is fine in small doses, but too intense to take on a daily basis. Anyway, I invited my internet music star gal pal Mamalove and my abstract einstein EMC and we were chilin like bob dylan in Barry's backyard and listening to the tunes and all was right in the world. A perfect bright afternoon block party. Good tunes, good people, good food, thank you universe for allowing this to happen, for this huge energy wave that I am surfing now and hope to gaia that the shore is miles away to give me time to learn the cutback move to extend my ride. ( Any surfers out there who are riding waves of ecstacy and want to share, im all ears)
We were out front and in the front row and hootin and hollerin when someone catches my eye, a new arrival. Wearing either the worlds cheapest plastic sunglasses or the worlds most expensive, I can never tell, the new arrival definitely needed ocular attention. Is in that place where kids are when they say "look what I can do"
Me and mamalove discuss the ensemble he is rocking as he is tacitly inviting us to do. She knows how much things cost and mentions his shoes. I'm readdy to throw him into the dbag box when I find out he is in the next band with the drummer WHO IS NOT WEARING A FAUX HAWK even if it looks like it.
The name of the band is intriguing," love cartel" and some of their sounds are like the chili peppers which is a very good thing.
THE RIFF ON THE NAME.... What does a love cartel traffic in? How do we feel about love as a commodity? Is it better to be in control of the love supply on the East coast between NYC and DC stretching to Pittsburg in the west but with alot of respect to the other Love Cartels?
OR ARE THESE THE BIG GUYS? The ones that Gus Fring had to take care of, the ones after Heisenburg?
I'm more of a "free love" guy, the 60's raised me. The Acid tests when Tim Leary was giving out free hits at Dead shows and if you want to read a great book read The Electric Koolaid Acid Test.
These days it seems like dime bags don't exist anymore but you may be able to buy a gram of something for somebody. But that's a different discussion for a different day. They gave me and my traveling party a disc and I gave it a couple listens...
Anyhow, the members of the cartel seem a little butthurt about some chick who "provided nothing in return" after one or more of the members offered her or provided her some love (and maybe it aint a girl anyway....)
What strikes me is the transactional nature of the loving... "I gave you my love you gave me nothing in return." This is the song I thought sounded a little Chili-pepper-esque in the chorus. I was singing it in my car and then thinking WAITAMINUTE here.....
Love is something you give, they got that right.
But you can't give with expectations.
Expectations are setting up one of another one of those sad christmas morning scenarios.....
You don't know the state of mind of your LOVETARGET.
It's great that she motivated you to song, and great you tried to thank her about it in an artistic way.
unless this is a revenge song, you don't love me so I'm gonna get famous? Then you will come back to me....
Hey ralph wiggum!
It's nice you choo choo choose her,
and i would have linked it to that great simpsons episode if this wasnt the time of day when the internet gets croded and my service slows to a snails pace.....
its great you choo choo choose her butt, it's still a vagina controlled world. That's the band I want to meet, the VAG Cartel....
Ok- I am about done here except foR the HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT-
Rewrite the boy george sone "ill tumble for you" as Ralph wiggum.
chorus
"i'll be ralph for ya, ill be ralph for ya, ill be ralph for ya ill be ralph for you"
then we sing it at a karoke night ....
or not.....
i will be planning my next trip to philly on or around my 50th birthhday 9-13 and im trying to schedule some play dates with interesting people who do their homework
i will have another homework assignment up shortly
i got to go run the chainsaw for a few hours
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