And these are some that you don’t wanna miss out on…
Two real solid, rockin’ bands. A huge dance floor for everyone to swing. Trust me, this is gonna be blast.
If you haven’t listened to Marti Brom yet, you are missing out. She’s got one hell of a voice, so you can bet that she puts on a great show.
She also will be performing at HopMonk. If you cats haven’t been to HopMonk yet, you’re missing out. They got some crazy beers there! And I’ll tell ya, they’ll get you drunk! I most likely won’t be able to make it out to this one, but for those who do, get a Pliney The Elder for the Rebel Rouser! Trust me on this one guys. That’s one badass beer. Especially from HopMonk. And ladies, if you got a sweet tooth, you can bet they can satisfy all your needs. They have this cake called Chocolate Decadence and you can bet that there’s chocolate. And I don’t mean just chocolate, I mean a fuckin mountain of chocolate. Ridiculous. You’ll need to take a picture of it, so your friends will believe you that it really is that-big.
Oh yeah, get the garlic fries, they’re pretty bad ass as well!
Ahh, I was trying to phrase it so that my intentions didn't seem harsh or rude or anything. I was hoping to get an explanation of how you see the world and it seems you are intelligent and clear in your motives, or lack of motives.
It was more of a philosophic question than anything else. Thank you for answering it so completely, too.
No worries, I didn’t take it the wrong way, and hopefully you didn’t take my long drawn out reply the wrong way either.
Thanks for asking though, I was wondering when someone was gonna ask something like that.
So I know you're rebelling against something, but what are you rebelling against and how are you doing it and what do you hope to accomplish? Is it more like a personal rebellion or do you hope~ to have an impact on something?
Oh god, did I really just get this question?
Well, I love and hate this question.
Love it because I get to over do my reply. Hate it depending on what pretenses you’re asking this question.
As a wise man once said, “Whaddya got?”
I don’t point a “CONFORMITY!” finger at anyone, because why would I give them any attention? For what? To confirm that they have conformed? Or to purposefully rebel against that?
I was born Catholic, but aside from weddings and funerals, I’ve never been to church. I don’t claim a religion or claim to be an atheist, I just simply don’t practice or preach any of that. I’m also not an Atheist. Nor do I feel the need to tell people I’m neither nor, unlike Atheists, who have to shove how Atheist they are in your face. What kind of rebelling is that? One that has taken notes from Jahova’s Witnesses, that’s what.
If I had to state what I rebel against, it would be I’m not so much a rebel, but more a conformist claiming I don’t conform, making me a hypocrite.
If there were anything to rebel against, would be the silver spoon fed youth and generation of today and the hand that fed them. To claim to be so different, when in actuality you couldn’t differentiate one from another, has become the norm. Every little punk rocker claims to be the product of their environment, when in actuality they’re the product of the internet.
There’s one little punk rocker I’ve seen around since he was in middle school, now he’s in high school, he looks the same as he ever has. Maybe a little fatter. But this kid doesn’t rebel against his parents, for the sake of rebelling. He doesn’t keep himself with other punk rock kids, to show how different they are. He just does what he does, as he’s done it. Which is why he’s probably the most badass kid (after mine) that I’ve seen around.
I don’t need to make an impact on anyone’s life, because I don’t care to. For all I know, I’ll lose every single follower on this tumblr by next year, and have a whole new set of followers, equalling the same amount. And I’ll never know the difference. Not because I don’t care about them, but because they do for themselves, as I do for myself.
So my question is…
By asking this question, what was your intention? Were you trying to call me out to see if I were an attention craving man whore, needing to prove a point? Or someone who has no point to prove, aside from proving that there is no point?
Because at the end of the day, your question and my reply is rhetorical nonsense, in every sense of the word, which means that this has nothing to do with anything.
In short, there’s no such thing as rebellion without conformity. As there is no such thing as light, without darkness. Or love without hate. You can’t have one without the other, unless you want infinity. But with infinity, everything else has to end, making infinity nothing.
I was just curious as to what it was about rockabilly that attracted you to it. (I apologize if this is kind of strange sounding, I was having trouble trying to think of how to write it.)
If I got as detailed as I need to get, to clarify the whole rockabilly shit and what not, and how I was as a kid, it would be story telling. Funny stories, but it would be long as fuck. Trust me, I’ve revised this thing like 5 times…
So in short…
I’ve always been into the 40s-60s. Especially greaser culture. You wouldn’t believe what I thought “greaser hair” looked like, as a kid. It’s wasn’t the prettiest.
Music wise, I’ve mainly liked doo-wop, soul, rhythm & blues, etc etc. Rockabilly artists drew inspiration from those artists, so it would only make sense that I was gonna get drawn into it sooner or later.
I’ve had a pompadour every day since I cut off my dreads. And just because I had dreads, doesn’t mean I was a rasta, never smoked weed a day in my life, nor have I done shrooms. Or any drug for that matter. Dreadlocks were a form of rebellion, as was greasy hair.
Unlike how it is today, where being into punk rock is the cool thing to do and all that glitter and studs bullshit. I’m not claiming I was a hardcore punk kid all my life, but I’ve been a J.D. ever since pre-school (funny story,) and it’s just the way I am.
I hate rockabilly tumblrs. Because it’s clear that most of them are “influenced” by the cool factor of rockabilly and not by what it actually is. I’d call em out, but ya’ll can guess ;)
Rockabilly is a lifestyle, not a look. Not that I consider myself rockabilly, but that’s a whole ’nother story…
I can tell who only greases up their hair for rockabilly events, and who actually keeps that look up on a daily/yearly basis. Unlike someone like myself, who uses hairgrease on a daily basis, rain or shine.
So in short:
I enjoy rockabilly as it is a modern day lifestyle, emulating the life and times of the 1950s-60s.
When people knew how to say excuse me (something I call hipsters out on, on a regular basis,) guys had strong handshakes (you can bet, if some guy gives me a shitty handshake, I’ma squeeze tight. That’s why one of my friends stops giving me pussy ass handshakes,) and when teens didn’t sit around the floors of malls trying to look sad and distressed when their mom is shopping at Bloomingdales and they’re sitting with a full cup of coke.
If that’s not the answer you’re looking for, send me an email.
Today, you folks get a two-fer.
To some, Buddy Holly’s It Doesn’t Matter Anymore is a sad song. To others, empowering. I think it’s a sad song, not only because of what it’s about, but also because it happened to be his last single, before the crash. Regardless of how this song makes you feel, it’s a great song.
Now, Wanda Jackson covered this song in ‘61, two years after Buddy Holly passed. Whenever I listen to her version, it sounds as if she’s singing this song about the loss of Buddy Holly. In turn, making a sad song, bittersweet.
These two are some of my top favorite artists and songs from both, respectively.
The best thing about living in the Bay Area, there’s always something to do. If you manage to get bored living in the Bay Area, get the fuck out and let the cool kids come in.
Friday kicked off with adding a couple hundred more songs to my rockabilly library. Friday night was supposedly Retox’s Rockabilly Fridays last Friday. Luckily, it was just a misunderstanding. As it isn’t their last Friday, it is their last month at Retox. It’s a bummer for me, as I find Retox to be the perfect place. It’s easily accessible, drinks are cheap, never any sour attitudes, and as I express ever so often, A LOT OF PARKING! So till the end of the month, come out for the last couple of Fridays, and let’s have a ball!
After drinking a little more than I should’ve on Friday, my Saturday started a few hours later.
My lady had planned on picking me up a new pair of denim from Self Edge, so that’s exactly where we went. Parked directly in front of Benders and off to the store we go.
Both Kiya and Derek were in the shop, so we kicked back as we waited for some exquisite one on one customer service.
The pair I originally wanted had been sold via online, while we were waiting. FUCK. And I know who bought it too…
So, I let Kiya pick out a pair for me. As it were, he picked out a pair that will probably fit spot on, as soon as I give them a soak. Pics of the process to come…
So what did Kiya suggest?
A sweet pair of Strike Gold denim, straight out of Japan. Now, I’ve owned several kinds of denim over the last few years. And I can tell you, that these are solid jeans. The details are perfect, subtle, and classic.
I also picked up a new addition to my wallet chain. The clasp connecting the chain to the keys was cheap and flimsy. It would always loosen up and I could potentially lose my keys. And that’s something I just cannot afford to lose.
See that little horse shoe looking thing? Well, that’s it. Probably the most expensive thing on my wallet chain, aside from my car keys.
And another part of my mission to Self Edge was to commandeer the stores rockabilly playlist. And this ain’t your normal playlist kids. This shit, is serious. So serious, that my dinky 8gig flash drive couldn’t even handle half of the songs. So, in the pocket the external hard drive goes.
I probably have 1/3 the amount of music that Kiya has. And most likely, we have different kinds of rockabilly music. So I’m sure that there won’t be any doubles or triples of any songs.
As soon as we finished up at the store, off to Amoeba we go. I managed to forget the list of movies I was looking for, in the car. And fuck walking back. So, digging for music I go. Didn’t find the specific albums I wanted in the rockabilly/oldies section. But as soon as I went to the soul section and the employee was putting something up on top for display, off it goes and in my hand it stays. Even though I forgot my list, I still found one of the movies I was looking for.
The 3 disc Jackie Wilson collection is what I pulled off the shelf, as soon as the employee put it up. I mean, how could you pass on that??? Whistle Bait has some amazing songs and artists on it, so of course that got bought. I also bought Buddy Knox cd, shit… It was $2, so why the hell not? Unfortunately, I have no idea where I put it. And if you enjoyed The Lords Of Flatbush enough, and love The Warriors, you’ll get a kick out of The Wanderers. It’s pretty much both movies in one.
After a long day in SF, off to Point Richmond we went. And after a couple hours there, off we were to Brisbane, to check out the Road Zombies Car Club meet at the 23 Club.
And man, was that one hell of a meet. There were tons of cars, car clubs, and babes out. What better place to be on a Saturday night, eh?
As I was waiting to get a drink at the ever so crowded bar, an older cat approached me and told me he knew I was right handed. And he also noticed the big ring on my finger, and asked what I used it for. So the first thing I thought was, shit… He’s sizing me up. Trust me, the questions he asked, were as if he were sizing me up… And while I can handle myself pretty well, dealing with someone from a car club, who has however many car clubs behind his back… Well, in short, I could be screwed.
He was actually a nice guy. Talked about fighting and what not, and his buddy ended up buying me a beer. So big ups to the Satan’s Chauffeurs. Those guys are good people.
Here’s the ring that got his attention.
Can you tell I’m right handed?
As the night went on, the B-Stars put on a great show. Got the people swingin’ and in need of water. And with the poor service of the 23 Club, it took some couples forever to get a water. So whenever you’re up at the bar and you hear someone trying to only get some water, always put your best foot forward and assist them in getting some service.
When The Stillmen got up on stage, Kiya had to rush to the front and catch them. And I now know why. These guys put on one hell of a show. And to show their appreciation for everyone coming out, they gave away CDs!
I’m not one to go up and grab free shit. But fuck, these guys are awesome, why not add them to your collection, right?
And it wasn’t like they were giving out a few of these, they had a box full. Enough for everyone! Well, probably not everyone. But a decent amount of people got some good tunes!
What a weekend… Always able to have a good time here in the Bay Area. It’s one hell of a place to be.
If you cats haven’t been out to any events, get your ass in a cab, bus, bart, bicycle, whatever. Come out and support your local bars and event promoters. And if you have yourself a shitty time at any of these events, well… Go home and stay there, cuz it’s always a blast to be out and about when the cool kids are rockin’ the night away.
Unfortunately, two of our tales have come to an end.
One being my friend’s store, Turf is closing down soon. After a long 5 year journey, it’s become time to close up shop. I’ve been going to his store from the beginning, before it opened and it’s sister store Transit was around. Shortly after, I got a job there. Years past, beers drank, drunken nights and whole lot of throw up came with those years. Damn they were good ones. I’ll miss it, it’s been fun. Made a shit ton of friends through that store.
I’ll be working there for the next couple of weeks. So anyone in the Bay Area, come on down to San Mateo and visit me! I’ll be playin’ a whole lot of sweet rockabilly tunes. And if you come, I’ll buy a 6 pack or a couple of tall cans that we can kick back with.
The second journey that’s coming to an end, is Rockabilly Fridays at Retox Lounge. Now, I haven’t gone to these nights at their previous venue. I started going when they started at Retox. And Retox, out of all the places in San Francisco, is one of my favorites. Albiet, it’s cold as fuck. But parking is a breeze, though seemingly sketchy, the crowd is good, and the beers. Well, they’re cold. Some come out tonight to Rockabilly Fridays at Retox Lounge. And let’s pour one out.
Oh yeah, the hair. Since I’m gonna have a long day, might as well have good hair, right? So ladies and gents, you get three pics. Hey, I like the way my hair looks today, alright?