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Posted by Figbuck on 27 November 2017 - 09:29 AM
Posted by Figbuck on 20 October 2017 - 08:16 AM
I've been drinking Breakside Ale, but they shipped some Pilsner that was really nice, the last couple weeks Ninkasi is shipping Dawn of the Red that is really good. A while back I tried Ninkasi IPA. I like it a lot but one and I'm done, two pints will kick may ass. Wednesday night is my Saturday night... I go listen to my friends Soul Cookin' band play over in the Hollywood District @ Blackwell's... their motto is "Craft Your Buzz"
Depeche Mode iz plying here soon... I ain't going.
Posted by Figbuck on 15 October 2017 - 01:36 PM
It is profoundly sad how ignorant many of the posts in this thread are.
The situation is already horrific beyond imagination, and it's not over.
The lasting impact will be felt for generations.
Earthquakes... gimme a break... I rode out the '57, The Alaska in '64, The Hollister in '84, the Loma Preita in '89... and two day later was working on 5 stories of scaffolding for two aftershocks... 5.3 & 5.0 ... watched the Marina District burn and the Cypress Structure collapse on live TV.
In 1995 I was at Laguna Seca for the IndyCar Races. Sunday after the races I went down to the Beach in Seaside to watch the sunset. It had been a spectacular warm fall day. Looking out to the north west was a giant brown cloud hugging the horizon. It was smoke blown by an east wind that obscured the sun in a red-brown haze... in an otherwise clear blue sky. I could smell a faint odor of smoke.
90 miles away the Oakland Hills were on fire! There are may similarities to this Sonoma event. So it is not surprising that something like this could happen. It's still early in the fire season.
I'm going to go out on a limb here to say that none of you have ever read or heard of Raymond Dasman. Do your homework kids so you don't sound stupid. Dasman already hashed over all your lame observations 45 years ago. In his book; Destruction of California, his prediction have come true.
One of my High School friends was in Santa Rosa FD then became a Captain in Sabastapol, then retired as an Incident Commander for Cal Fire. Hasn't been heard from for days. So many friends and friend's of friends haven't been heard from and we hope they are just evacuated... or something. Don't know. It's not over. Calistoga has been evacuated. 12 people are sticking it out and the Mayor said they are on their own... all resources are tasked to other locations.
The size and scope of this is almost unfathomable. This ain't gonna buff out anytime soon. The economic impact will certainly be beyond anything we have seen.
I was planning on driving to the Bay Area next week... can't do it. I got two messages from living people west of the freeway that are chilling. They are frightened out of their minds, sitting up in the hills watching the valley on fire. Don't come down here Man, the air sucks and people are freaking out left and right.
Posted by Figbuck on 11 October 2017 - 08:54 AM
Sighted at OSH in Tigard... California plates with '18 tags... maybe visiting? Completely sano car. Beautiful paint and color blue. The photos are washed out. Not a fan of sunroofs, but it might be nice.
Posted by Figbuck on 04 September 2017 - 05:30 PM
On the Oregon Coast. Epic day of listening to music and watching the scenery go by. Nearly 1500 mile trip from Portland to San Francisco on Interstate 5, then back North via Highway 101, through the Redwoods. Then up the Orygun Coast.
...The Old Figbuck 620 was running great... until a few minutes after I took this sunset shot... the Alternator light started flickering just as I rolled into Port Orford. I shut the headlights off, and thought it was either a loose wire/ground, or the Diode was failing. I pulled over into a bar parking lot with a big light pole, so I could see.
Put a Volt meter on it and it was toast. A couple of locals stumble out of the bar with drinks in hand. One old guy yells, "Loook it's a Fuckin' Datsun!! When was the last time you saw one of these? What's wrong with it Man??"
The Idiot light came on. I'm and idiot... or the alternator is smoked.
In a minute, the whole bar is emptied out watching me fuck with stuff. One guy says, that little sucker is so clean, how could anything be wrong with it. These guys know engines. Dood, it's the fuckin' Battery!!
Nah, brand new Interstate, look it lights the head lamps and fires the starter.
Uh, Oh yeah, Your alternator is fucked. Prolly just a diode. Usta be able to 'git them for Four Bucks, pull the plastic cover off the back and change 'em out.
The next drunk argues, "Ah, then the bearings go out ten thousand miles later. You wished you woulda had a couple bucks to change it with a new one so you ain't crawlin' in the dirt some night when it finally dies!
Sheeit! You guys are killin' me here...
I don't know... after driving it for 44 years, I thought I fixed everything! Everybody is blown away that it's a one owner truck. Within ten minutes kids on bikes, every street person and drunk in town was standing in a circle around the light pole watching me. The only entertainment around. They told me the only place was Auto Kare just up the street, and they were expensive as hell!!! A total rip off. Yep, that is what they all said. Or there is a junk yard in Bandon. But Florence is closer and has a Napa store.
How can all you guys be drinking out here in the open? Oh, we are on private property! Can I park here over tonight? Sure park in back where it's quiet off the road.
They didn't have a KA 60 amp common to the 80's 720, but they had one for me first thing the next day delivered from Vancouver Washington. The two parts guys and lady who helped me were fantastic. They were like comic book characters! I'm going to send them posts cards! $112 with a core return.
What a hustle, what a burn job, what a rip off!!! $112 to get me out of Port Orford? Priceless!
The parts girl timed me... 22 minutes to get it out.
On the Road Again... off to see the Eclipse.
Posted by Figbuck on 29 August 2017 - 07:20 AM
I'm so lucky to have come up geting "Experienced". I'm looking for recordings of Hendrix @ Winterland. I went Friday night. the ticket was $3. Not long after that I saw Cream @ Fillmore and then This concert @ the Oakland Coliseum Fall of 1968. We were listening to this stuff with Virgin 1960 Top 40 Radio ears... not our Jaded-azzed 2017 Ears. Listen to Clapton's playing... were you playing that much guitar in 1968? haha and Ginger Baker? Wasn't nobody that was playing that much drums... so much so that this defined a genre. of "Jazz-Rock, because of the lengthy improvised ensemble playing. And loud as anybody... Hendrix loud, Who loud. Burn a fattie and fall back in time. When you could cop a bag of weed on Haight Street, for $10 and 4 way orange barrels for $2 that everybody just dropped the whole thing... Who knew? Hey, let's go to Fillmore and see Led Zeplin Friday night?
Posted by Figbuck on 29 August 2017 - 01:01 AM
I love Michele Camillo! I've been following him for years. Seen El Negro and bunch too. So listen, I grew up in the Mission. Short story, I played in a band with percussionist Jorge Bermudez who went to Balboa High with Karl Perazzo and Raul Rekow. They got box seat tickets to see the Giants and the Braves. They had an extra ticket so I got to sit next to Armando Peraza. He told me stories about playing semi-pro ball in Cuba and coming to New York and playing Bongo with George Shearing and all the shit that is history.
When I lived in Redwood City, Jorge and I played in a band with drummer Jimmy Sanchez, he was tight with all those guys too. Armando bought a house near Jimmy when Raul, Karl and Armando were in Santana. One Saturday afternoon I went to Gelb Music and Armando was sitting in the drum studio playing two drums. He was so fucking loud, and he was an old man! Jimmy says, but his hands aren't even taped. Mongo Santamaria loud, Giovani Hildalgo loud. So lucky to get to hang out with this legend, still have the Giants vs, Braves ticket stub!
But Raul was just unreal. i so fucked it. I was in the Bay Area when Raul had his 60th birthday party in Redwood City at the Fox. A bunch of my friends played and went. I was in Half Moon Bay and too burnt to drive... RIP Raul.
Posted by Figbuck on 29 August 2017 - 12:19 AM
I went to a Ludwig drum clinic In 1962 with Joe Morello, Dave Brubeck's drummer who played on the seminal jazz recording Time Out, with the Top 40 Radio hits Take 5 AND THE "B" side of the single, Blue Rondo ala Turk. There was a 21 year old drummer named Mickey Hart who's father owned Drum World in San Carlos, Ca. Mickey was a jazz cat with pointy Beatle Boots, a shark skin suit and razor cut hair. He and Joe Morello took a pair of 2B sticks and played two big marching snares on stands together. They demonstrated all the rudiments open/closed/open and them played a bunch of rudimental contest solos like Coneticut Half-Time and burned them down loud as fuck.
A few years later, prolly the Spring of '69 I saw a concert at the Family Dog @ the Beach... the old roller rink by Playland by San Francisco's Ocean Beach. The bill was Quicksilver Messenger Service, The Youngbloods and the Greatful Dead. It was the first night that the Dead had 2 drummers, first gig for Mickey Hart.
I have been hearing and seeing the best drummers in the world for 50 years. I have bought a lot of tickets and stood in a lot of lines. One of the baddest drummers in the world is Billy Cobbham. I got to see him play with Mahavishnu Orchestra Spring of 1970 at the Berkley Community Theater. That shit just changed everything.
So, I have seen cats from Art Blakey to Dave Weckl... and Roy Haynes has consistanly blown my mind. Cat is in his 90's now and plays his ass off. Roy is one of my last living links to Coltrane... dig Jack talking about Roy...
Posted by Figbuck on 28 August 2017 - 11:48 PM
I feel so lucky to have gone to see Tony Williams @ the old Yoshi's on Clarmont in Oakland. I parked my VFR Interceptor in the back lot behind the dumpster and taking my gear off. Up drives Tony in a White Mercedes 500SEC, get's out wearing a white linen suit, White Buck Shoes, white Panama hat, smoking a big Cuban cigar. I go, Hey, Mr, Williams, gettin' ready to burn some tunes tonight? He takes a big puff and says, We'll be Smoking, and blows out a hit. Incredible show. I go in to sit at my reserved table and Carlos Santana and Cindy Blackman are sitting there instead. Yoshi's Son the manager moved my ticket to another great table, then comped my restaurant/bar tab for me. Unreal music... Three weeks later Tony williams was dead.
Posted by Figbuck on 28 August 2017 - 11:19 PM
In 1968 I saw Jack DeJhonette @ Fillmore West with Miles Davis, Chick Corea, Dave Holland, Airto... That pretty much changed my life...
Then when I could sneak into clubs I got to sit in front of Elvin Jones and get my consciousness expanded. I got to see him many times and even talked to him. Sweet, humble and real...
Posted by Figbuck on 24 August 2017 - 08:05 AM
It don't mean shit!
I drove by a place today where an event happened I haven't thought about in a long time. I found myself laughing out loud. So this is a loosely a Datsun story...
It was about 1982 and my truck had lumber racks and tool boxes on it. I had just received my California Contractor's License and was doing a tenant improvement job, on a commercial space in a nice shopping district. One Friday after work, I drove to the Bank on the corner and pulled into the lot.
A fine young lady, dressed in beautiful business attire was walking across the street. She stopped and stared at me. Long long brown hair, long legs... and frankly 38DDs. She Jay-walks across the street, walking right up to me sitting the the Datsun. She is laughing... and Holy Shit... it's one or my best friend's sister Raylene... three years younger that us. Good Gracious she is all dressed up and grown up. Yikes Raylene!
Ok, so I had a crush on her when when she was 15, She was a Tom Boy and took me out to ride her horses a bunch, and she was always around us guys, because we were jamming and getting stoned in their garage. Her parents were totally cool. They trusted me. I was on my best behavior too. I didn't want her brother to KILL ME either. I never seriously considered fooling around with her.
A few yeas later, I ran into her after I got out of the Army when she graduated from College. She was staying at her parent's big old house with a stable and pastures. I used to go over and ride with her, hang out with her parent's, have dinner and stuff.
One night she said, let me play the new Robben Ford record for you. Her Dad said, I want to watch TeeVee, can you kids go in your room, then you can play it loud..haha.
Are you shittin' me Dad? Ray grabs my hand and zoom into her bedroom. Way down the end of the hall. She put on the record, turned it up, then pushed me on her bed. The door is still open two inches. I was trying to resist... honest... but she said, they don't come back here. She took our cloths off and...
...later we went in the kitchen and had Ice cream and pie with her Mom and Dad. Fuck man, Mom was MILFY as muther-fucker and she Godamn knew.
Mom had a shit-eating grin on her face! She was in on it. They set me up. Ray set me up!! The Old Man didn't have a clue.
But then, my Dad and her Dad, both died a few weeks apart. It was a rough time and we were just starting to fall for each other. But all kinds of stuff happened and we went different ways. I lived with another lady for five years. She got married to a musician I knew a bit.
So time had passed and here Raylene has recognized my blue Datsun in the bank parking lot. I ask, What are you doing here? She says, I just got divorced from Punk Rock Boy. He is a hopeless junkie now. He hit me once and I bailed out. So fast!
Raylene had a great job, so she just left everything including her car . She rented a really nice apartment two blocks from where I was working. She had been taking a commute train to work all week, and had just walked three blocks from the train station.
I said, Let's go get something to eat, I just got paid, let's go over here to this nice restaurant. She looks at me in dirty work cloths and work boots...."Nah, how about let's get some Chinese Take-Out, a six-pack, and go back to my place."
We go back to her place. The rooms are beautifully furnished. She turns down the lights, flips on music and we crack beers. We drink and eat and catch up. We both have been chewed up and spit out emotionally. We both missed each other, and wished that the circumstances would have worked out earlier, but we were just a little too young.
Raylene and I talked and talked. She told me about about this guy who rode the same train as she did. He kept looking at her, finally getting up enough nerve to talk to her. He was kind of strait and shy. Ray was nice to him. She took a different train and missed him Wednesday. Thursday he sat with her and talked to her the whole time, then got off on her stop. She felt a little weird, but she said... “I have to go shopping”... then ducked into a store.
We said, let's start over. We went into he bedroom. It was a typical girly bedroom, with a big canopy bed, lots of pink, lots of lace, everything smells good. We got naked and took our time... then fell fast asleep.
I'm out cold. In my dream, some guy is yelling waay off in the distance. What the fuck is he saying? Raylene? Some guy is calling Raylene's name? It's so far away. The guy is really stressing out, too.
The voice gets a little louder and more insistent. RAYLENE! Raylene! Please, I just want to talk to you! Please talk to me.
Wait a minute here. Where am I? Who the fuck is yelling this shit? The voice is louder and wakes me up. The bedroom window is open and there is a guy in the parking lot below yelling... Ray, can I just talk to you for a minute. Raylene is still out asleep, so I slip out of off the bed and look out the window. There is some guy standing in the bed of the Datsun holding in to my lumber racks. Oh, man... What is going on here?
I get back in bed and cuddle up to Ray's warm soft body. One of the neighbor's opens a window and yells.. Shut the fuck up or I'm gonna call the cops. This kinda wakes her up, and she starts kissing me. I ask her if she heard the yelling. She didn't. I have this thought that maybe it was Ray's Ex, Punk Rock Junkie Boy. Did he find out where she lived ...and I don't know, I'm tripping.
Ray climbs on top of me. We were really getting each other figured out. I will leave it to your imagination. Just as we were about to melt into extacy ... that voice again. Next I hear the sound of a sliding window in the front of the apartment... then a bump, bump, boom. Somebody is walking heavily down the hall and calling... Raylene, Raylene are you in here? Please don't freak out, I just want to talk to you... I need to talk to you!
My dick shrank so fast! I go, Ray who the fuck is that! Is it Punk Boy? I'm naked fucking this totally sexy hot woman! Then her deranged ex-husband, who is a junkie and asshole, is going to find us then empty a ciip in our asses!
I go Ray, somebody is in the house! She hears the voice and says, “It's the guy from the train!” He must have followed me the other day! She leaps off the bed her big titties flapping! Just as the guy opens the door to the bedroom, Raylene catches the guy with a right hook and decks him. The guy shrinks back and starts crawling back down the hall. She goes off on him. What the fuck are you thinking, you lame pathetic little creep!!!
She is stomping his head with the heal of her foot... naked as shit. I get right up after her. As he gets up, I go to grab him, but he dives out the open sliding window. He got hung up on the curtain and falls onto the porch outside...
Just then two cops walk up with guns drawn after the neighbor called them. Raylene opens the front door and says, “Bust this creep right now!! He has been stalking me, and just in came through the kitchen window, down the hall, into my bedroom! I have a pillow over my dick ...but Ray is standing there in all her glory. Jesus, she had nice nipples and big areola. The cops tried to be casual. They must tell that story for ever.
The guy was still sobbing Raylene, Raylene, I just want to talk. The cops heard this shit, gave her a business card, said call tomorrow and file a report. They closed the door, cuffed the guy and read him his rights. He was crying, Raylene, Raylene … all the way in to the squad car.
You know how this ends. Ray dragged me back into her room...