This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something
Elizabeth Gilbert

3D_22.jpg It's one year since my beloved puppy, Shelby, passed away after only 7 years on this planet.
I miss her. No surprises there.
I wanted to dedicate this little podcast to her because as much as her death pains me even that can't put a dent into the years of contentment, love and laughs she brought me, the years of adventures and look at this, Dave, will outshine any grief.
I was going to make this podcast filled with nothing but dead singers but that got really pretty morose and sad, so I gave that up and just played songs I kept in the iPod.
Only the last half dozen are about Shelby. The last one is the Pet Shop Boys, who are not really a group people would associate with me. I have a friend, also Belgian like Shel, who would argue that the Pet Shop Boys are the greatest group in an ever evolving cosmos. We overlook our friends flaws as I hope they overlook mine.
My wife told me about one of our next door neighbours in Canada. After I'd returned to the States the neighbour asked her whatever became of the crazy guy who she always saw in the backyard dancing with his dog.
The Pet Shop Boys "Always On My Mind" is a song Shel and I would dance to. We didn't do the spiffy ball room dog dancing that they used to talk about. Shel and I did the typical white boy dancing we do in the clubs we get dragged to. Shelby would keep the rhythm well and dance by my side. Every dance ended with her jumping on me and trying to give me a kiss even though she knew how much I hate dog kisses.
If she were here now I'd let her kiss me.
When I started doing the podcast I liked that 80 to a hundred people would listen to it. Some how it accelerated, there were over 40,000 downloads of the Buddy Holly one and over twice that of the whacky Xmas one. I don't know how I feel about that. I know at least 80 to a hundred people, I doubt if I know 40,000 plus. I don't think even many of the 100 would understand how I felt about my dog and she felt about her boy. And that is morose and sad too.
Enjoy the music, please.

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Jan And Dean-Here They Come (alt)
Mitch Ryder And The Detroit Wheels-Devil With A Blue Dress
Chesterfield Kings-Sick And Tired Of You
Slingsby Hornets-Rock And Roll Love Letter
Candypants-Nerdy Boys
Strangeloves-I Want Candy
Jackie DeShannon-Trouble
Hollies-Pay You Back With Interest
Jam-It's Too Bad
Tokens-409
Walter Clevenger-Little Bit O' Soul
Kik-Zevenhuizer zondag
Dorktones-Valleri
Union Avenue-Little Green Bag
Spades-We Sell Soul
Jon Blair And The Nightriders-Minor Chaos
Ramouns-In My Room
Someloves-Don't Talk About Us
Hondells-A Guy Without Wheels
Johnny Ramone-Viva Las Vegas
Beat Farmers-Bigger Stones
Tip Toppers-Someone Like Me
BelAirs-Mr Moto
Explorers Club-Any Little Way
Mink Jaguar-Campsie City Line
Hazel Adkins-I Don't Want Nobody
Murray Lachlan Young-Doo Wah Diddy
Ghastly Ones-The Icy Grip Of Fear
Tom Petty-Zombie Zoo
Scheme-I Don't Want To Say Goodbye
Chris Von Sneidern-I Can't Reach You
Spongetones-Now You're Gone
Pet Shop Boys-Always On My Mind

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The best index to a person's character is how he treats people who can't do him any good, and how he treats people who can't fight back.
Abigail Van Buren

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Life is in one of those miserable patches for me right now. So I'm looking to the SuperBowl for a minute of relief. How bourgeoise of me, how working class.
I'm hoping for a Seahawks win. I like Russell Wilson and how can you not like Richard Sherman. I have issues with Peyton Manning going all the way back to Tennessee. (Remember he never won a National Championship, Tennessee got it the year after Manning graduated.) But mainly I think Pete Carroll is the greatest coach our sport has yet seen. He alone still thinks of the game as fun and he still admires the young men who condition themselves to be in a state to excel.
Someone who believes and trusts in others in an ultra competitive tiny world has to be acknowledged as a great man.

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I remember feeling stung when Variety reported, in one of those little throw away capsule bits, that Hall And Oates had passed the Everly Brothers as the best selling pop duo of all time.
Hall and Oates. I think it was Billy Miller who commented, “There’s just a lot more people buying records now than there used to be.” Which makes sense if you don’t think about it and just makes me sad if you do think about it.
I met Don Everly. Maybe met is too strong a word. I was within 10 feet of him for 3 hours. My friend is an Animal Behaviorist. Don had a pair of Belgian Shepherds that were running his house. My friend invited me along because I loved Belgians. He didn’t know, or care, that I also loved the Everly Brothers.
A couple of other celebrities I knew shipped their “unruly” dogs to places unknown. But Don Everly was spending 3 hundred bucks an hour so he could learn how to live with his dogs. That was all he wanted. I liked him. I like the way he acted with me and I liked the way he acted with his dogs even more.
Phil had dogs too. Big dogs, pure breds and mutts. They were southern boys and boy and man they loved their dogs.
They were entertainers who loved to rock. On stage since the early fifties, they learned to sing and play in front of an audience.
With their chiming chunking Gibson B210’s and those insane harmonies that sounded like the Tibetan throat singers, like two voices coming from one throat; how could you not love the Everly Brothers. What could be so wrong with you that you’d buy “Maneater” instead of “May You Always Drive a Cadillac”.
I don’t know. I only know that Phil Everly is dead. In the last pictures before he passed he looked like how I’d wished my Grandpa looked, not how you’d expect that razor cut ferret cheeked, lazer eyed JD killer from the album covers to end up. I like that. I like it because every pop group that has ever used a harmony, from the Beach Boys to the Beatles to the Lolas owes a little something to the Everly Brothers. And when you look down that long line of faces it’s nice to end up on the content lined face of Phil Everly.
Don Everly’s only comment was, “I don’t know what to say. I always figured I’d die first.”
The Everly Brothers gave us the rhythm and the beat, the heart and the tingling sounds, the peace and the vision and all they wanted was for us to listen. And some money, but who doesn’t want that?

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Unexpected intrusions of beauty. This is what life is.
Saul Bellow


Situation desperate but serious.
It doesn't mean you can't dance while you wait for your Christmas/Hanukah/Kwanza/solstice miracle.
I've been doing mix tapes for Christmas for nearly 20 years. I used to use metal tape and spend days drawing cassette cover/Christmas cards. The best ones were the ones featuring the music I recorded from our previous years Christmas party. It's just not Christmas without the music. Lots of new and old stuff here. Dig.
My deaf puppy is doing better and better. I still miss my girl. There's always a moment every day when the emptiness hits.
And I found a microphone for talking on the podcast. Real important stuff there. I'll get it when I find a job and pay the rent, get in some food, fill my scripts, take the dogs to the vet . . . so not real soon.

Ruin Christmas With The Cool And The Crazy!

Christmas 2 2013

Three Jokers And An Ace - Sleigh Bell Rock
Bob Rivers - Going Up to Bethlehem
Jefferey Foskett - Little Saint Nick
Sleeping At Last - Christmas Is All Around (Love Actually)
Click Five - My Girlfriend (Forgot Me This Christmas)
Letters To Cleo - (WTFAMP) The Christmas Song
Death Valley - Carol Of the Bells
5678's - Rock N Roll Santa
Patsy Raye & The Beatniks - Beatnick's Wish
Blink 182 - I Won't Be Home For Christmas
Joey Ramone - Christmas (Baby, Please Come Home)
Surfin' Lungs - Surfin' On Christmas Day
Shonen Knife - Sweet Christmas
Fab Four - Hark The Herald Angels Sing
Boss Martians - It's Christmas Time
Mighty Mighty BossTones - This Time Of Year
Roger McGuinn - We Three Kings
Christmas Jug Band - Somebody Stole My Santa Claus Suit
Louis Armstrong - Cool Yule
Elvis Presley - LeAnne Rimes - Here Comes Santa Claus
Me, You And Her - I'll Be Home For Christmas
Psychotic Youth - Another Christmas
Vegas With Randolph - Snow Day
Bad Religion - Little Drummer Boy
Caravan Of Thieves - I Don't Want Anything For Christmas
dB's - Feliz Navidad
Dollyrots - Santa Baby
Beach Boys - Santa Got An Airplane
Ben Cartwright (Lorne Greene) Stuck In The Chimney
Debbie And The Darnells - Santa, Teach Me To Dance
Cliffters and Torben Lendager - Santa Bring My Baby Back To Me
Untamed Youth - Santa's Gonna Shut 'Em Down
Dave Brubeck - Santa Claus Is Coming to Town
Bob B Soxx And The Blue Jeans - The Bells Of St Mary's
Darlene Love - All Alone On Christmas
Royal Guardsmen - Snoopy's Christmas
Blue Hawaiians - Mele Kalihimala
Les Paul And Mary Ford - White Christmas
Episodes - The Christmas Tree
George Jones - My Mom And Santa Claus
Long Island Hornets - Chop Top Christmas
Kik - A Christmas Song For You
Freddy Cannon - Have A Boom Boom Christmas
Grip Weeds - God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
Big Boy Pete - Silent Night
Scrooge - A Christmas Carol

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For each of us comes a time when we must be more than what we are
Lloyd Alexander


Well, my situation is desperate but not serious. Healthy enough but still looking for work. Worrisome.

This is the promised Buddy Holly podcast. When I get work I'll buy a decent microphone and talk some, probably just monotonous telling you what you've already heard.
This podcast tries to pick up some of the greater covers of Buddy Holly tunes, followed by a couple of tribute songs including the sizzling and powerful "Day In The Life" by Big Daddy, the bothos laden "Theee Stars" by Eddie Cochran and the bouncy and totally fun track, "Buddy's Song" by Bobby Vee, where all the lyrics are from Buddy Holly tunes!
It ends with a lot of popular and some rarer tracks, a lot featuring Buddy on acoustic guitar where he proves that a man armed with a guitar can rock the joint. I guess it also proves that guitar lessons can make you popular at parties. The six strings that made a man out of . . . me, I guess.
Next up the dreaded Christmas podcast!

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Bobby Fuller Four - Peggy Sue-Pamela-Love's Made A Fool Of You
Pat Monahan - Maybe Baby
Mud - Oh Boy
JD Southern - Everyday
Shoes - Words Of Love
Sonny Curtis - Talk About My Baby
Troggs - Peggy Sue
Roky Erickson - Peggy Sue Got Married
Rolling Stones - Not Fade Away
Detrit Cobras - Heartbeat
Marty Stuart - Crying, Waiting, Hoping
Nick Lowe - Changing All Those Changes
Everly Brothers - That'll Be The Day
Ricky Nelson - Rave On
Frank Bacon - Shiela
Imelda May - I'm Looking For Someone To Love
Albert Lee - Learning The Game
Chris Bailey - It Doesn't Matter Anymore
Jackson Browne - True Love Ways
Cee Lo Green - (You're So Square) Baby I Don't Case
Country Rockers - Rock Around With Ollie Vee
Big Daddy - A Day In The Life
Chuck Travis - Gone Too Soon
Eddie Cochran - Three Stars
Bobby Vee - Buddy's Song
Tremelos - Peggy Sue
Steeleye Span - Rave On
Buddy Holly

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Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart
Confucius

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It's time to end this blog.
The last post is below. It's a longish half finished tract about how dogs and dolphins deserve to be treated as equals and that we severely underestimate them and demean ourselves in the way we treat them.
Five Fingers Of Death With the NSA, MPAA and the RAIA destroying the internet and trying to turn it into something old and as worthless as TV and nationwide radio; it's time to let go.
Over a decade ago blogs and RSS feeds were the new thing. They were exciting. People talking about their days and worries, thoughts, dreams and despair.
Then it got monetized and publishers tried to do books of the mommy blogs. When that didn't make serious money and others realized you couldn't just shout SHAZAM to get rich a huge wave of sadness engulfed blogs and most of them began to vanish.
Then that rather creepy Zuckerburg fellow worked with a few other rather loathsome types and created Facebook. Facebook took away all privacy and viewed people as crude commodities to get rich off of. And we ate it up. People believed that it was real life and not a controlled environment in total control of a zealot who believed only in money and his own hidden agenda. So in place of a wild frontier we got nicely paved streets lined with barbed wire and almost everyone was happy.
Now blogs are just a place for the deluded right and left find a way to reinforce their delusions. My blog was becoming too much like that and a place to mourn my poor puppy. A grief that still follows me everyday.
The music blogs still exist and they are still great.
I'm going to keep the site up as long as I can. My puppy's blog still gets 30 to 50 visitors a day. A lot of them from google searches like "the doctor dog who makes me laugh" and "the black dog who talks funny".
I'll be using this blog to post the podcast info. For whatever reason google doesn't want to index the podcast page. How strange.
There's a lot to say in goodbyes, most of it unsaid and most of it forgotten. This isn't any kind of real goodbye or any sort of passing.

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Mystery Action - Get Action
Swingin' Neckbreakers - No Costume, No Candy
Lolas - They're Coming For You Barbara
Zane Brothers - Dracula
Zacherele - Halloween Hootenanny
Mike Fern - The Headhunters
Dan Miraldi - Vampire Girl
Untamed - Tears In dead Eyes
Screaming Jay Hawkins - Feast Of the Mau Mau
The Mad Daddy - Stubbly McGongster
Rod Willis - The Cat
Ding And Bat - Hearse On Safari
Deadbolt - Billy's Dead
Milton DeLugg And The Band With A Slug - The Munster's Theme
Jumpin' Gene Simmons - Haunted House
Frankie & The Newports - Monster Mash
Allen Sherman - My Son, The Vampire
Billy Taylor - Wombie Zombie
Ghastly Ones - Surfin' Spooks
Hollywood Flames - Frankenstein's Den
Legendary Invisible Men - Spook's Night Out
Ben Colder - Shudders And Screams
Fiends - Theme From The Addams Family
Dave Edmunds - Black Lagoon
Glenn Danzig - Spook City USA
Iggy Pop - Funtime
Jackie Morningstar - Rockin' In The Graveyard
Crimson Ghosts - Halloween
Chimps - Dracula's Daughter
Billy Lee Riley - Nightmare Mash
Bob Ridgley - Way Out Mummy
Bobby Please - The Monster
Kac-Ties - Mr Werewolf
Frankie & The Fashions - Witch Doctor
Fabulous Five - Janie Made A Monster
Bert Convy - The Gorilla
Four Flips - Trick Or Treat
Deadly Ones - Rebel Rouser
Bill Buchanan - Beware
Billy DeMarco & Count Dracula - Drac's Back
Nightmares - Headless Ghost
Three Suns - Danny's Inferno
Zacharele - Happy Halloween

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And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon
Edward Lear

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Recently I read an article; they now claim that dogs can understand up to 255 words. When I was a kid they thought dogs could understand only 25 words, when I was an adolescent they upped it to 50 words.She Gods Of Shark Reef
Either dogs are getting smarter or we are.
Then there was the "shocking" discovery that dolphins have names and that they use these names to refer to each other. And a few days later they discovered that wolves also have names and that they use those names to refer to each other.
Then the latest discovery is that dolphins can remember things that they learned 20 years ago. No reinforcement during the years, they simply remembered some non essential trivia they were taught 20 years ago.
Humanity has always been an insecure race with low self esteem. We're the center of the universe, we're made in god's image ergo we are small gods! That sort of stuff. Why else could we possibly believe that inferior beings just like us were fit to rule us.
Thomas Aquinas had to be deified because he proved that animals have no souls and were placed on this planet for us to dominate. He made doctrine that animals had no feelings, that everything they did was the merest instinct. He justified our cruelty and deceit so that we might live peacefully within our own heads.
Throughout history there are countless stories of dolphins rescuing drawing swimmers, people being attacked by sharks, guiding lost ships to a safe harbor. Somehow we always accept those swamp gas official explanations; that the dolphin was just following instinct, looking for food, trawling the garbage blah blah blah.
It's crazy to me. If a 9 year old kid suffers the tragedy of uncomprehendingly watching his little sister drown in the swimming pool we assign no guilt. The kid had no way of knowing that his sister was even in trouble. But when an animal, a dolphin looks at an alien being, a person, drowning in the ocean and the dolphin logics out that the person is in trouble and then devises a solution to end that person's trouble we don't show a similar amount of empathy and readjust our thinking and consider theDragoneye by JW McGinnis
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intelligence required to make that complicated decision and solution.
I mean if we saw a dolphin splashing around in a puddle we'd most likely walk on by. Because we are people we know that we're far more important than any animal in trouble and an animal isn't going to pay us for saving it, is it?
I hate that ancient superstitious nonsense that hobbles us and makes it so hard to see the wonder around us. It prevents us from approaching and appreciating the others we share the planet and our lives with.
When I got my first job, cutting negatives at Universal, I started every day with a dawn patrol at Manhattan Beach Pier. I liked the Pier more than Laguna because the pilot seals in Laguna were too playful and in the way. The Pier was usually empty at the dawn except for a time when this dolphin showed up every morning.Suspiria
First time I met the dolphin he pulled a trick on me. It scared me to death by pretending to be a shark. When there's a gray fin cutting through the ocean at 6:00 AM it's not very applicable to run through the differences between a shark and a dolphin fin.
After the dolphin scared me to death he surfaced and laughed at me. Then, four the next hour he surfed with me. It was a pin in the neck mainly as the sol;phkn had enough speed to catch all the waves and was a total wave hog knocking me off the board more than a few times.
That started my winter of the dolphin. He was there every morning. We'd bicker and we'd surf.
One night the santanas never let up and there was a 5 foot swell with occasional 6 footers. My solitary dawn patrol was crowded. The dolphin was there too.
There were about a dozen of us, fortunately the swell was perfect the waves were perfect peelers and looking out to sea all you could see were rushing humps. Good thing as the dolphin was a total wave hog. With his tail and body he could pull of late take offs we could only dream of. Guys were shouting at him, "off my wave dolphin dude!" Off my wave!"
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Didn't work. The dolphin hung all all session and started to chatter back at us. Maybe they were the equivalent of dolphin whoops. He just hung out in the line up with the rest of us bobbing around. It was a great day. I was late for work.
I never dug zoos, except sometimes the one in Santa Barbara, and only because Santa Barbara had this lemur who could open cages so you'd see this lemur and maybe his companion wandering around. They'd not be terrorizing anybody.
Santa Barbara Zoo also let you get too close to the elephants who were beyond infinitely cool. But aside from that I don't like zoos. A few dozen field trips to the Griffith Park Zoo couldn't change this. I don't like that Wild Animal safari junk either. I'd liked Africa and the animal preserves, but they've gotten too popular so it's not the Snuff same anymore.
Anyway, I'd never been to Sea World, which I always thought was just like some sort of floating zoo. I was wrong, it was like a floating circus. I had to go for work for some reason. It was terrible. I watched the dolphin show. I was impressed. I made a mistake. I used my studio pass to hang around and look at the dolphins.
I saw the saddest thing I had seen since I was 6 years old. That was when my mother took me "backstage" at the Barnum and Bailey Circus. I saw the elephants begging to walk but chained and I saw the clowns the clowns drinking out of pint bottles and smoking unfiltered cigarettes. I don't remember if the clowns said anything. All I heard was the clinking of the elephants chains.
The dolphins were lying there in their lagoon. Lying on their sides and staring at me. They were almost motionless, just a tiny few inches of lolly gagging twisting to vent their blowholes. They stared up at me with one eye apiece. The eyes moved to watch me even though they did not move. They were eyes without hope or passion. Concentration camp eyes like I'd seen in that archival footage and in those old black and white photos. Eyes that had seen nothing but despair for so long that they'd given up and were only waiting until they would be allowed to die.




Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you
Chuck Klosterman

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I was supposed to have a "procedure" yesterday. It was supposed to alleviate the pain in my neck and shoulder. I fantasized it would relieve a few other inexplicable things, like my vision and pain in The Great Gamble my eyes.
My C4, C5 are arthritic, a common football playing ailment. They think I should be having problems with the C7, based on the pain and numbness but looking at the MRI it's the C6 that is bulging extravagantly. The tunnel the nerves travel through are about 4 inches across and the C6 vertebrae is bulging about 4 inches. It's pressing the nerves almost taut like it's going to cut the spine off from the rest of the body.
Needs to be fixed, It hurts pretty badly and has been getting worse for over a year now. On the dreaded and dreadful 1-10 scale it floats between a 6 to an 8 with an occasional burst past 9. I have to be careful.
Because of the leukemia, the heart attacks and diabetes the doc's get real gentle with me; basically scared I'll drop dead and be an inconvenience.
I find it odd that instead of looking at me or even interpreting the data sheets they don't say this is one bad stud with a babe wife. He'd been through it, can take it for sure they just look at the numbers and check the charts and the graphs, you know the charts and graphs the insurance company sends them that the modern doc's know better than they know anatomy, and they decided to send me home to suffer. Another two weeks before they'll finish the job.
Since I was undressed and on the "procedure" table this was pretty irksome. I told them the news might give me a heart attack. Doctors don't have a lot of humor in them. They took my blood pressure again.
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We're moving when this is all over. We're moving to Florida. I hate Florida. I hate any place that lets wimps carry guns so they can feel like they are better. I hate guns pretty much and "Stand Your Ground" laws kind of demand you have one so you can shoot first.
My wife will be happy though, happier anyway.
I wish my puppy was here. She loved adventure. I got the new address if anybody wants it. I think my puppy would have loved the far west, I do.

I have the Kobo Aura. It's as exciting as the first kindle. It really is a pinnacle of something.