Hey there!

So now the 30 Day song challenge is over!

Yes- please- thank you for reading and following and putting up with me weird fondness for pop 80's music and left of the dial indie rock. Thank you thank you thank you.

I'm going to thank you SO much that I'm going to blog about how I met all 4 of you people that are following me. Yes, this is a tribute blog.

Whereismyrobot- Ha! Well, I think we met once or twice in Denton (maybe through Andrew Hime, dunno) but we REALLY didn't meet until I knew that you were here in NYC at Barcade and I had to confirm that we had met. I'm still really happy that we met that time, and it fueled my love for the game Tapper. Still love that fucking Tapper game.

John- We met at the Yellow House back in Denton, you took a lot of good photos. You studied photography, and you were an awesome photographer. Now, you study law up in Boston and you always visit NYC, and of course we have too good a time. One time I on vacation in Cape Cod and you drove all the way out just to spend a few hours with me. We both love Wu-Tang and often have to use Wu-Tang lyrics in conversation. Thanks, because of your sweaty Maverick's ballcap and your southern drawl, you remind me that I can still should be a gentleman no matter where I am.

Julian- Fountain House was a special place- and we were left for 8 hours a day to deal with being social workers without degrees in Social Work, so we winged it. Thanks for all the free coffee, Vegan info and listening to Too $hort at work days.

Crashtopher- I hope you still read this. We had too good a time together back in Denton. You and your Vespa and me the friend of the guy with the Vespa. We spent a lot of good nights at Lou's and that was all we needed.


Thanks to you 4 for sticking with this blog. Much appreciated.

Day 30 – your favorite song at this time last year

uhm. hm.

Having to actually research this...

Probably this:

But more likely this:

I remember playing a lot of Billy Idol at Josie Woods Pub:

And I'm finished!

day 29 – a song from your childhood

Whoa.

I haven't listened to this song in a long long long time. But I would get up every morning to watch this show.

I don't know if a theme song from a TV show counts, but c'mon. I still love the Muppets.

http://www.hensonfoundation.org/- It's in Long Island City!

http://www.filmfestivaltoday.com/reel-fast/jim-henson-show-headed-to-queens-film-museum

Day 28 – a song that makes you feel guilty

I'm not sure I understand this one.

A song that makes me feel guilty?

Hm.

Here's some shitty SoCal Ska from the late 90's:

Ok, I feel guilt for owning that album.

Day 27- A song you wish you could play

This one is going to touch upon my metal roots, well, sorta metal.

I still secretly want to learn how to play guitar like Randy Rhoads.

Day 26 – a song that you can play on an instrument

I love playing cover songs. I mean, naturally, most musicians my age started learning cover songs anyway, tabbed out in the back of Guitar Player or Guitar World (had subscription to both!)

So, I'm going to post one of my favorite songs that I always run through when I'm practicing at home.

I would force Camella and Jacob, and later Brian and Albert and Cam to learn to play this song with me, so I could have my few moments as a frontman again.

Beautiful, beautiful, SIMPLE song to play.

Molly Hatchet and my Dad

In my Father's Day post the other day (I didn't think I'd get to post today- Punk Island ended relatively early- thx punx) I thought of a funny story on the way home.

When I was in 3rd Grade I wore this t-shirt to school with this album cover above on it. My 3rd Grade teacher thought it was inappropriate and didn't send me home immediately, but made me promise to give my parents a note when I got home.

I gave the note to my Mom when I she picked me up and she shook her head and agreed the shirt was awful. When we got home I showed my Dad the note (they both had to sign it).

All I remember was that my Dad said that Molly Hatchet was his favorite band in the 70's and he loved that shirt. And I still love this shirt too.





Happy Father's Day. Again.

Day 25 – a song that makes you laugh

Gets me EVERY TIME.

Thursday- 3 days away from Father's Day

Not really privvy to updating twice, but after reading this post on YumSugar, I felt like I had to say a little something.

http://www.geeksugar.com/Favorite-Sci-Fi-Dads-17887787

My Dad- yes, is a Sci-Fi Dad. Not the flashy kind, or the uber- nerdy kind, but a Sci-Fi Dad.

He always new the answer to things (difference between Cumulus clouds and Stratus clouds) and knew how take apart a calculator and put it back together. He studied Chemistry and went to Texas Tech, but he just quit after he felt he learned enough about it. He went on to be a Field Chemist who made his own maps, because the part of Texas and Mexico he had to travel through didn't have any. They still use his mapping system at Champion Technologies today.

My dad bought us a Nintendo when we were young, and played our games with us until we apparently became to annoying to play with, then he just got his own Nintendo. Then, he started buying all the cool games and would let us only "borrow" them! As a child, not a good move, as an adult, yeah, you tell those kids they can't play Castlevania IV (which I borrowed, and beat, so eat it). And then he went out and bought his own Super Nintendo, then eventually weeks later we got to play it. He hated Sega. Never played Sega.

He always kept bottles of chemicals that were just labeled "Don't Open" or "Don't Touch" around the house, and then forgot what they were, so the bottles just got moved to the garage, where I'm sure they still are today.

He didn't say much about anything, unless you wanted to ask about the Universe or his favorite subject about different dimensions:

"Right now, there's someone out there just like us, driving down the same highway, but instead of a gray shirt that I'm wearing, is wearing a purple shirt. That's the only difference. And there are millions of those dimensions out there."

My dad liked to drink, he doesn't do it anymore, and he was crazy about Keystone. That was my first beer, and my last Keystone. I will never drink Keystone anymore.

Now, when I call him he's watching the Discovery Channel, or playing Black Ops, or just really chilling. He will say chilling. He tells my Mom to chill. He also has an iphone and constantly asks me why I got a Droid.

So, to you and your Geeky Dads, remind them on Sunday what a Geek they are.

Day 24 – a song that you want to play at your funeral

The topic of this post always brings up a big pet peeve of mine. I don't know when it started, or how it came about, but it just irks me.

When people talk about their funerals:

"I want a big party, I want people to like, you know smoke out and drink, and it'l be like a big party."- Everybody from ages 14-now.

Growing up, funerals were sad, you sat through the service, then you ate potato salad, and then you drove home. We just sorta mourned in our own way. But my Mom does call me and remind me how many years it's been since someone has passed, which show's she has a killer mind at remembering things, and likes to freak me out.

Yup. Absolutely. And if someone could get Bone Thugs N Harmony back together, I'd appreciate that too.

Day 23 – a song that you want to play at your wedding

Ha! This was probably the most difficult. Unlike most young boys or girls, I didn't grow up thinking of marriage, or being married, or recognized what it all meant. My parents marriage (31 years strong!) is more like this uneasy alliance, sorta like when Venom has to team-up with Spider-Man to defeat Carnage (Amazing Spider-Man #361-363). They just sort of... existed in the same area. They applied that to child rearing as well I suppose, we all sort of just existed and someone said "hey you guys are all related, you have to stay in the same house" so that's pretty much how I saw things. So nevertheless, marraige was just this thing that people did, or didn't do, it didn't matter as long as you love that person.

So this song I grew up with, and I always thought it meant a lot, and being married means a lot to those people who do get married, so here goes: