Cherubs...Cherub

Some of you may have noticed the increased volume and level of noise around here lately. I go through periods like this...where I don't want to hear anything that could comfortably be described as a song. Something with a lead bottom and lots of squealing feedback is what I want. I don't want yer verses...I don't want your choruses...and bridges?!  For the love of kittens...no bridges. Nothing, in these time, does my head in worse than a bridge. I want to blow yer bridge up worse than USNC Shears.



I don't even want to hear songs I like right now. So you can maybe imagine how pleased I was for these a***holes...

...to show up on my phone. The shit's just there...hit shuffle it's comin'. It takes a hot second to realize what it is...that manufactured, formulaic, market tested, ray-ban, phony cool bull**** they've been peddling for 30 years.

 

Smash yer face on it bonos...

 (Listen...but watch Molly while you do...OUTSTANDING! ha)

 

While trying to crack my skull open at the ears...I've been obsessing over Chagall. I found a little cheap paper back with probably 20 postcard sized reproductions of his works.

 



 

 The only approach I have to painting is to rip off paintings I like to produce more paintings I like...

 

 



 

Maybe a sleeping pill or two.



Black Cat

 

C, over at Sun Dried Sparrows, has set me off on a tangent...one that I have been trying to write for a few days now. One that features desperate battles in the desert and swanky outfits...but one that will probably never see the light of day. So, instead, you get more work in progress...

and more racket. The Hospitals.



The sweetest deconstruction of rocknroll you'll ever hear.

It's not quiet in that room.

Enjoy.

1000%

I should be ashamed of myself...it's Sunday. Blogs like Charity Chic Music are offering soothing Sunday Soul...and Singing Bear has posted some beautiful Gaelic Psalms...I am just pissed!!!!

Today, for me, only Death Grips will do. Be warned...there's a lot of rough talk here. Forgive me.



For those of you who missed, or dodged, the game day post yesterday...this is all you need to know about the flipping Gators.


I got some much needed absolution this morning (somehow I don't think next week's kneeling will be for nowt either)...then slept. I've got a headache and I've been painting.

 

Yet another, soon to be, masterpiece that will never hang in my own house. Martha just can't get down with it. I feel bad because she bought the canvas. It's huge. She asked for something to hang in the dinning room...Ha. She should have stipulated "not in a dinning room that you would have but, in one where actual people would be eating." :)

Hotter Than The Spot Where Your Pop Got Arrested At

For those of you who don't care to watch...you might want to listen. The greatest cover version of any song EVAR!



All Saturday's in the Fall are special but, I reckon, this one's extra special

My beloved, and once Mighty, Florida Gators travel to Tuscaloosa, Alabama to take on the Crimson Tide.



This video has not been posted for its song...which is really kinda awful. It's been posted in honor of Vern Lundquist. He's the color man for SEC games...this, at the very beginning of the clip, has to be one of his greatest professional moments. "There are few Truths in an uncertain world..." Indeed. Darth Vader wears Alabama underpants....they  have been described as Manchester United. If so, Kentucky is middle-aged clerks and cops kicking a ball around on Sunday afternoon. Last week it took three overtimes for the Gators to beat Kentucky.

I've also posted it because I was there that day...sadly.

Kick off and commentary @ 2:30 Central Time...be there or be y'all.

2006 was a very different story.



10 minutes.

One play, 87 yards...Touchdown Alabama.

Gators 0 - Alabama 7

Hot Damn! Fumble recovery...Florida ball at Alabama 35.



TOUCHDOWN GATORS!!!!

Florida 7 - Alabama 7

FUMBLE ALABAMA!!!!  Touchdown GATORS! The Gators are ****** WINNING!

Florida 14 - Alabama 7

Hargreaves is a grown man.

WIDE LEFT.  Still...

Florida 14 - Alabama 7

Another one play 80 yard touchdown Alabama.

Florida 14 - Alabama 14

Interception Alabama but not the end of the world...it was 3rd down and Bama got it on the 10. You'd be happy with a punt like that. Of course, they're moving the ball again.

FUMBLE NUMBER THREE for Bama!!!  Gator ball!!!

Fumble Gators...this ridiculous.

It's not gonna stop Alabama from scoring but Neal just put a permanent mark on Travis Henry.

Touchdown Alabama. No bomb just a methodical march down half the field (thanks to fumble).

Florida 14 - Alabama 21

Just lackluster...The Gators are only down seven but they've had no sustained drives...every point coming because of an Alabama turnover. It's the same uptight offense we've seen for the last four years.

Half Time

Florida 14 - Alabama 21

The crowd of nearly 102,000 has been treated to a few brilliant moments and a lot of bumbling. Five turnovers in the first half.  Alabama gets the ball first this half.

INTERCEPTION GATORS. Ball on the Alabama 14...if they can't score six here...nevermind...TOUCHDOWN GATORS!!!!!

Florida 21 - Alabama 21

McCallister put Sims on his ASSSSSS!

How, in the name of cupcakes and kittens, do you give up 23 yards on a rinky dink screen pass????

Next play...Henry walks in for TD.

Florida 21 - Alabama 28

Sims has been knocked out for a play or two but, it hasn't mattered...Yeldon and Henry are running the ball at will now.

That's just pure talent...you can't stop that. Touchdown Alabama on a ridiculously good catch by Cooper.

Florida 21 - Alabama 35

Interception Florida...you might as well turn out the lights...the party's over.

Florida ran a whole 6 plays in the third quarter...Alabama ran 28.

 

Vern is describing it as a show now...nother touchdown for Cooper.

 

Florida 21 - Alabama 42

 

 

Alabama is taking pity on Florida now.

Where Were You

Watch me sweat and complain.

It's like an oven out in that damn room this time of year. It's supposed to be fall but...the late August and early September are stupid hot around here. Don't fret for me though...I love it. It feels so good under the fan right now...beer's so cold. It's the one thing, between Sunday and Friday, that isn't on my nerves right now.



Watch it or don't. Up to you...but, miss it and you'll miss one of the greatest games ever played.



Is it sick that my favorite game is a win that ruined the season of FSU and not one of the numerous SEC and National Championships they've won? :)

Next up...maybe we can get to the bottom of something that has always mystified me...how sports became separated from the higher pursuits like Art, Literature and Music, Dance.

Co'cola not Coke a Co-lahhhh

My Daddy's been up for the last week or so...always a pleasure. Last weekend him and Martha were out trimmin' the bushes (I was napping) when Daddy got tore up by some wasps. By that evening his hand was swolled up pretty bad. There was only one thing to be done for it...he'd have to go see my sister and milk some anti-venom from her fangs.

In exchange, she kept him there two nights...drastic circumstances call for drastic measures but, I'm not sure I would have been willing to pay that price.

He did come back with this clip though...



For those of you not in the U.S....try this Buford Calloway.

If you were humorless, there are some problems here...chief among them being the old Yankee adage that a man's not a man unless the snow falls on his back...but, we are not humorless here. This s*** is hilarious...and fairly accurate! We don't do snow and the best place for you to be in a dusting is at home...with the doors locked. We fear snow like a Lancastrian fears the Sun.

The Georgian shot at South Carolina was a nice touch.

One thing though...it's Co'cola...not coke a co-lahhhh. :)

Frankie and The Boy

The Boy wanted to know why the Scottish lady didn't want her daughter shooting a bow and arrow.

"The mother doesn't think girls can shoot bows and arrows...only boys should do that."

Honestly, I really don't know what the cartoon mother thinks...I haven't seen it. I'm just guessing.

"Well that's stupid girls can shoot bows and arrows...I saw it in the movie."

Here we're still inside the logic of the cartoon...for all we know, at this point, girls shouldn't be shooting bows and arrows. It's a damn cartoon. So...

"What you want is a girl that's pretty and likes princesses and purple and all that stuff you hate...but, she's tough too...and she can shoot a bow and arrow."

That seemed pretty good to me. I'm 35 years older than this kid. I've been married for 16 years...what do I know?  He filled in the details for me..

"What you need is a girl that will fight the po-leese for you. That's what you need."

I've never been prouder to be a Daddy...even the first time I was able to push of one of my chores off on him, I wasn't this proud.

"Hahah....yeah. Just make sure you mind your manners with a girl like that."