AN EXPLANATION OF RUSH LIMBAUGH,JR

here's a dish his mother made and had printed in a Missouri cookbook

lime jell-o
black olives
pineapple
miracle whip
cream cheese
and pecans
YUM!

Just Another Beautiful Day

Barack Obama speaks for me as much as John McCain does. They are both on equal footing when trying to comprehend what the common person's life is like. What amazes me is that there are people who still believe the democrats aren't exactly like the republicans in basically looking after themselves and their buddies,
in staying entrenched in Washington and keeping that paycheck coming in, in mouthing empty promises about what they believe and what they will do.

These same people are intelligent enough to see through the republican's bullshit, and know that it's basically dumb people who buy into their bullshit (unless it's the rich who will actually be benefitted), and yet they fall under the same spell because it's clothed in the empty rhetoric of the left.

Is it because we as humans desperately want something to believe in larger than ourselves. Is it the same reason we believe in ridiculous religions no matter how much their tenets don't hold water, the same reason we believe in conspiracy theories no matter how ludicrous they are. Just as long as SOMEONE is in control, as long as there is SOMEONE at the helm guiding our future. And then people have the gall to be amazed that Hitler was voted into power.

WHERE WERE YOU?

So today at work the country station was playing and they were having a memorial of sorts for 9/11...you know Never Forget, I'm Proud To Be An American by Lee Greenwood and that Alan Jackson song, but this one really just tore the heart out of me
TRIBUTE TO 9/11

which brings me back to where I actually was 7 years ago...sleeping. A phone call came in which my girlfriend at the time answered and sleepily handed the phone to me.

"yeah"
"Mark, turn it on channel 18...we're at war!"
"ummm what are you talking about Bob?"
"turn it on channel 18"

so I flipped the tv on and turned it to channel 18 (a little aside that's kind of important I DON'T HAVE cable tv just regular, Bob has cable) M*A*S*H is on

"HaHa Bob hilarious, I'm sleeping"
and I hung up

i hope the AZ Opera does this

opera of THE FLY

NOBUNNY LOVE VISIONS REVIEW

NOBUNNY LOVE VISIONS (BUBBLEDUMB RECORDS)
What if Little Richard had joined Hasil Adkins and recorded with Bill Spector,
Phil’s rigoddamndiculous brother, in Sanford and Son’s mobile recording unit?
Or what if GG Allin had been the svengali behind a boufannted girl group...having
them out raunch anybody while maintaining sweetness and light. It might not have sounded exactly like NOBUNNY, but it definitely would have resembled the spirit.

Handclaps, broken pianos, toilet bowl guitars, and whisky bottles full of piss used as maracas make up just a portion of this irresistible infection created for the wino in the alley, as well as the kids just discovering the joys of masturbation and drugs. Songs are about giving girls what they really want, prostitution, laughing instead of crying about failed relationships, and fun, fun, fun like the Beach Boys never knew.

When you’re used to life in a rubbish heap you can adapt and overcome or become part of the junk landscape. NOBUNNY has found the true path…the way to do both. Not just overcoming the detritus that society produces, but lifting it up and showing the beautiful side of it…and no, I don’t mean in an ironic kitschy way…I mean in the
same way you’d view a perfect sunset or ass. You see the beauty in trash in the way a buddhist koan could never teach you.

Nobunny loves You and Nobunny cares and the next time he's in town, if you've never been hugged by a horny, drunken muppet, you should seek him out. He's better than anything you'll find in the self help section of Bookman's.

awesome flyer by art fink!(ben lyon)
color photo by canderson

all b/w photos by jason fisher

A NIGHT WITH THE KING OF SOUL

epic party
acting like a fun loving asshole
drinking
good music with nutsacks exposed and rabid bunnymen getting down like the world's a cancer and the cure is in your own asshole (fun loving of course)

just need to be able to get to it
which you could with the right dance moves

speaking to great old friends
being spoken to by good new friends
one of those nights that will be remembered for decades
as long as Dionysus remains secluded in the bathroom

of course it has to be ruined

she needs something
like always
she, who almost could never be counted on to help in anyway
needs to charge her phone

and she can only do it in your car

the chance to spend half an hour with her
alone
instead of with the fun that is taking place all around
is not enthralling

try to explain
it all comes out wrong

spend the next half hour with her
arguing...so not alone
the party watching the petty horror that is your life unfold

get thee fuck out
flee to a familiar place

order some thing terrible (a long island with jagermeister...you are Dostoevsky's father) in the hopes of killing the terribleness that you're feeling
it doesn't...it's just more terribleness

and then you walk in

you who I hoped to see for the last
two days

at least the drink gave me the motivation
and drive
to so not be that person I would be
typically

easy flowing talk
followed by just walking around
not mattering where it is we're headed

late night diner
nothing is ordered
wait...you got coffee

drunken plans
what to do now
remembered the beers at my house

records
play records
drink beer
play more records

dancing on the picnic table in the front yard
at 4am
not giving a good gawddamn about anything
except this moment
and you

your black and red dress
enveloping your curves
the way I wish my hands were

your scent
a mix of hippy
(sage or patchouli...no idea..all I know is it's never smelled as good)
sweat, and beer still lingers in my car and makes me want to never leave

not even thinking about the fact
that you have to get on a bus at 8am
to go back
to the North Country

sun's up
no sleep
drunk since 10pm
surprisingly feel great

drive you to where you're staying
so you can pack

try and get me to come with you on the greyhound
want to
but know I should be responsible or make some attempt at it

drive you to the greyhound station
complete corporate fuckery
so I guess I am coming with you
but not on the greyhound
I am your greyhound

the next hours fly by
way too quick
the drive from Tucson to Phoenix has never been so short
did we even pass Toltec?

drop you off
and begin the ride back home

after almost veering off the highway for the fourth time
pull over at a rest area
to sleep
for two...
roasting with the sun thru the windshield, front seat reclined all the way back
...hours
smelling like shit and uncomfortable

wouldn't change it for anything

LIFE OF AN IDOT

HERE TIS

a selection of songs I'm completely feeling right now...encompassing too much to even talk about...and not in that brooding "woe is me" ennui you're probably thinking...much more of a "get off your ass and move" or at least break something and do a sommersault
dig it!