I'm in a grouchy mood for a number of reasons today.
One song that consistently puts me in a better mood when I hear it is Isbell's "Grown," which is from his first solo album.
Here's to getting in a better mood.
This blog will host my ramblings about life. To be a bit more specific, I'll probably focus on these subjects: music, sports, food, the everyday beauty of life, and the comedy/tragedy/absurdity of our existence. That about covers it.
I'm in a grouchy mood for a number of reasons today.
One song that consistently puts me in a better mood when I hear it is Isbell's "Grown," which is from his first solo album.
Here's to getting in a better mood.
This week I watched the documentary about the Red Hot Chili Peppers that's on Netflix. It's titled The Rise of the Red Hot Chili Peppers: Our Brother Hillel.
It covers the period of albums that I got into the band--the albums I prefer. I don't have any of their albums after Blood Sugar Sex Magik.
Here's "Behind the Sun" that featured prominently in the documentary.
I done Syria, Afganistan, Iraq and Iran
North Korea. Tell me where does it end?
Well, the bodies keep piling up with every day.
How many more of em they gonna send?
Well, they send their sons and daughters off to die for some oil
To control the heroin.
Well, son I hope you don't grow up
Believing that you gotta be a puppet to be a man.
Well, they cut off your hair and put a badge on your arm
Strip you of your identity.
Tell you to keep your mouth shut boy and get in the line
Meet your maker overseas.
Wearing that Kim Jong-Il hat,
Your grandma's selling pills stat.
Meanwhile, I'm worried I can't pay my fucking bills.
Nobody's looking to up to care about a drone.
All too busy looking down at our phones.
Ego's begging for food like a dog from our feed
Refreshing obsessively til our eyes start to bleed.
Serve up distractions and we eat em with fries
Til the bombs fall out of our fuckin skies.
Turn off the TV.
Turn off the news.
Ain't nothing to see.
They're serving the blues.
Bullshit on my TV.
Bullshit on my radio.
Hollywood's telling me how to be.
Bullshit's got to go.
Gas prices are crazy high because of President Adolf's Iran War to distract us from the fact he's a pedophile.
When I was at a car dealership today to get my car's oil changed, it is difficult not to overhear the salespeople talking to one another and to customers. The one sales guy on the phone and in his interactions with other males has a tendency to call those guys "brother."
As someone who grew up watching then WWF wrestling, I automatically associate the term "brother" with the likes of Hulk Hogan and other wrestlers who liked using that word. I just find it odd that "brother" when addressing a male person is a constant in some peoples' lexicons.
The idiocy of President Adolf is on full display with European leaders not willing to help secure the Strait of Hormuz.
The Guardian informs us about Moscow Don trying to get help with the Iran War: "European Countries Reject Trump's Call for Help to Reopen Strait of Hormuz."
I finished the documentary on the ABA the other day titled Soul Power: The Legend of the American Basketball Association.