<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:42:40.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 vs X</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-3961135992443593080</id><published>2010-05-18T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T07:58:05.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The long shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/Se3Rtm8m4RI/AAAAAAAAACs/SlFeE77IJHY/s1600-h/Long_shot.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/Se3Rtm8m4RI/AAAAAAAAACs/SlFeE77IJHY/s320/Long_shot.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327144515728236818" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My long walk home, been through the desert, the city streets. Under swift rivers, over high cliffs, no big thing. Everyday, trying to get it right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-3961135992443593080?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/3961135992443593080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=3961135992443593080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/3961135992443593080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/3961135992443593080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-shot.html' title='The long shot'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/Se3Rtm8m4RI/AAAAAAAAACs/SlFeE77IJHY/s72-c/Long_shot.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-8595835257405432649</id><published>2010-01-12T12:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T08:31:51.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/S0zaOOwsBnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/n5nJ1FSvYYs/s1600-h/stick_with_it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/S0zaOOwsBnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/n5nJ1FSvYYs/s320/stick_with_it.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425951589089937010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Avenir; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Well it is obvious (oblivious?) that I love a good stick. Can’t get enough of ‘em. Right up there with toasters and bowling pins. As I walk along I see them. They call to me, “Pick Me, Pick Me!” They are free, free to anyone who wants them, like air and pocket lint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Avenir; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Avenir; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;All good things come through hard work and perseverance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-8595835257405432649?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/8595835257405432649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=8595835257405432649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/8595835257405432649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/8595835257405432649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2010/01/stick_12.html' title='Stick'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/S0zaOOwsBnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/n5nJ1FSvYYs/s72-c/stick_with_it.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-4380023759543824650</id><published>2010-01-11T08:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:47:15.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last 6 years in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/S0tV_-_ESeI/AAAAAAAAADc/t8iCLJv2FGY/s1600-h/newyear_all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/S0tV_-_ESeI/AAAAAAAAADc/t8iCLJv2FGY/s400/newyear_all.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425524733825534434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-4380023759543824650?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/4380023759543824650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=4380023759543824650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/4380023759543824650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/4380023759543824650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-5-years-in-review.html' title='The last 6 years in Review'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/S0tV_-_ESeI/AAAAAAAAADc/t8iCLJv2FGY/s72-c/newyear_all.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-3333189716721859800</id><published>2009-12-24T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T07:44:10.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the year in review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/SzjSLt3Rt9I/AAAAAAAAADU/T2C17_aNMFk/s1600-h/2009_all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/SzjSLt3Rt9I/AAAAAAAAADU/T2C17_aNMFk/s400/2009_all.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420313250272229330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-3333189716721859800?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/3333189716721859800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=3333189716721859800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/3333189716721859800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/3333189716721859800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-in-review.html' title='the year in review'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/SzjSLt3Rt9I/AAAAAAAAADU/T2C17_aNMFk/s72-c/2009_all.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-3976948807592150256</id><published>2009-09-30T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T06:59:47.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap, but Not Cheap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/SsNkPX0-SdI/AAAAAAAAADE/BgliwFaOGE8/s1600-h/P1020505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/SsNkPX0-SdI/AAAAAAAAADE/BgliwFaOGE8/s320/P1020505.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387259794522261970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/SsNkPBJcvlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2NVKKLa91iY/s1600-h/P1020512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/SsNkPBJcvlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2NVKKLa91iY/s320/P1020512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387259788434128466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap Trick, The Latest (which is actually their latest release), has been released on 8-Track tape. Yes it wasnt cheap, but it is making me very happy to have such a thing. And even to know that such a thing exists is pretty heartwarming. My player is a bit dusty, but we will be blasting this thing out before weeks end, I'll report back with how it sounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-3976948807592150256?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/3976948807592150256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=3976948807592150256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/3976948807592150256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/3976948807592150256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2009/09/cheap-but-not-cheap.html' title='Cheap, but Not Cheap'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/SsNkPX0-SdI/AAAAAAAAADE/BgliwFaOGE8/s72-c/P1020505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-6904204349103483258</id><published>2009-07-20T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:17:07.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cigars anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/SmSH0SJRvwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FUOqyr18a6E/s1600-h/P1010937a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 153px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/SmSH0SJRvwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FUOqyr18a6E/s400/P1010937a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360558788771430146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stage one of the cigar box guitar is complete. Lou Lou and I have been working on this for a few weeks. All the parts are together and it just needs a bit of fine tuning—that sounds like a pun. I was thinking it might need frets, but after playing it a bit I may be changing my tune on that—again with the puns. There are definitely a few design flaws, but nothing that seems to be detrimental to its overall usefulness. Apparently I will have to refer to this guitar as 'The Edge', as the box is emblazoned with that name. Surprising how nice the thing sounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-6904204349103483258?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/6904204349103483258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=6904204349103483258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/6904204349103483258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/6904204349103483258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2009/07/cigars-anyone.html' title='Cigars anyone?'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/SmSH0SJRvwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FUOqyr18a6E/s72-c/P1010937a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-2025161396574661308</id><published>2009-06-17T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:34:00.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perma-Buzz</title><content type='html'>What is it? It sounds like I want one, but it is ellusive. I knew the members of this band mostly from Art School in Chicago in the early 80's. Some very tight Power Pop, and doesnt it sound like the mid-west? I think it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric Cassell, Markus Greiner, Rick Muelder, Jan Muller from 1987&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/permabuzz/"&gt;Perma-Buzz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-2025161396574661308?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/2025161396574661308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=2025161396574661308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/2025161396574661308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/2025161396574661308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2009/06/perma-buzz.html' title='Perma-Buzz'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-4557916485134102147</id><published>2009-03-18T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:30:46.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smashed Zappa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/ScETkeS7wAI/AAAAAAAAACk/UuveTTAvM3k/s1600-h/Zapp_smashpenny_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/ScETkeS7wAI/AAAAAAAAACk/UuveTTAvM3k/s320/Zapp_smashpenny_s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314550552602591234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the worlds biggest Frank Zappa fan, his music falls deep into the 'Too Many Notes' category. I do respect his irreverence though, and I did see him live back in the late 70's in a stadium show. Apparently he is from Maryland and along the turnpike as u pass thru Maryland there is a rest stop with a Smashed Penny: Frank Zappa edition. My kids love the smashed penny, a terrific souvenir. This one stands out, which one of these is not like the other . . . Now I want all rock icons in smashed penny form.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-4557916485134102147?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/4557916485134102147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=4557916485134102147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/4557916485134102147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/4557916485134102147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2009/03/smashed-zappa.html' title='Smashed Zappa'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/ScETkeS7wAI/AAAAAAAAACk/UuveTTAvM3k/s72-c/Zapp_smashpenny_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-3057979512324236559</id><published>2008-12-10T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:24:24.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Tune 2008</title><content type='html'>Yes Virginia, there is a new Dead Gwynne Holiday song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sledbag.com/dg_holiday/"&gt;Dead Gwynne Holiday Tunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Brendan deVallance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-3057979512324236559?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/3057979512324236559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=3057979512324236559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/3057979512324236559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/3057979512324236559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-tune-2008.html' title='Holiday Tune 2008'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-4694889142541948304</id><published>2008-11-03T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:33:16.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three (for me)</title><content type='html'>Minutemen, Hüsker Dü, Meat Puppets, the holy Triumvirate of my Punk Rock. These 3 Bands were all signed to SST records and each is made of solid gold. Minutemen were from LA, Hüsker Dü from Minneapolis, and the Meat Puppets were from my home town of Phoenix. I saw the Meat Puppets first live performance and subsequently saw them live many times as well as played on the same bill with them. They were 3 terrific people, very nice and very good musicians. The punk scene in Phoenix was quite small and everyone knew everyone. A very creative and friendly bunch of people. The Meat Puppets ended up in LA and got signed to SST records. The Meat Puppets music in the beginning was hardcore. Very fast, fast fast fast. Very abrasive. Hüsker Dü was the same, Over the top with speed. But both bands headed down a pop tinged path after the first couple of records. The Meat Puppets sound morphed into a psychedelic county tinged sound. They were heavy pot smokers back in the day, I can verify that. Lots of pot. The sound was very unique. No one really imagined combining both sensibilities. But in the early days of punk everything was up for grabs. We were inventing it as we went. Breaking the rules was part of the deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1983 my wife and I lived in Los Angeles, the high point of that was getting to see the Minutemen play many times. Every time we saw them they were fantastic. Always put on a great show. Such a tragedy that D. Boon died so young. He had such a unique perspective. To this day no one has approached that sound or anything close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hüsker Dü is the band that makes the music that really sets me on fire. I absolutly love the warped, hard edged pop that they play. They wrote so many good songs I can not count them all. Grant Hart and Bob Mould were 2 of the best songwriters of there generation. And as in all good bands grew to hate one another. I guess it made some kind of crazy competition within the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Jam Econo— A DVD documentary about the Minutemen, a must see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.corndogs.org/"&gt;Corndogs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drummer Derrick who is no longer with the Meat Puppets runs this site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://meatpuppets.com/puppets/"&gt;Meat Puppets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ezarchive.com/show/blender/07ShitFromAnOldNotebook.mp3"&gt;Shit from and Old Notebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-4694889142541948304?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/4694889142541948304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=4694889142541948304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/4694889142541948304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/4694889142541948304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2008/11/three-for-me.html' title='Three (for me)'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-853433400397373372</id><published>2008-09-15T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:36:20.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book I read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/SM6LZkrMPhI/AAAAAAAAABc/pAJ8JOblPlI/s1600-h/cassidyshaun_wasp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/SM6LZkrMPhI/AAAAAAAAABc/pAJ8JOblPlI/s320/cassidyshaun_wasp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246283887391030802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun Cassidy Vs Talking Heads. This has been on my list of things to track down for years. And it does not dissapoint. Shauns attempt to broaden his audience beyond 12 year old girls. Todd Rungren produced the LP, WASP,  and it has a few other gems, Rebel Rebel and It's My Life stand out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ezarchive.com/show/blender/TheBookIRead.mp3"&gt;Book I Read&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-853433400397373372?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/853433400397373372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=853433400397373372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/853433400397373372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/853433400397373372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2008/09/book-i-read.html' title='Book I read'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/SM6LZkrMPhI/AAAAAAAAABc/pAJ8JOblPlI/s72-c/cassidyshaun_wasp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-2445777648601712634</id><published>2008-04-11T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:52:48.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Record player hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/R__JNkI23oI/AAAAAAAAABU/cro313Xp7BI/s1600-h/bdev_rplayerhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/R__JNkI23oI/AAAAAAAAABU/cro313Xp7BI/s320/bdev_rplayerhat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188086530630409858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where would I be without my hat? Lost and gone, but not forgotten, the hat that holds my brain in, shields me from the sun and rain. Heard it all before . . . . life in the 33 1/3rd lane. Standing in one place, hurry up and wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-2445777648601712634?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/2445777648601712634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=2445777648601712634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/2445777648601712634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/2445777648601712634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2008/04/record-player-hat.html' title='Record player hat'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/R__JNkI23oI/AAAAAAAAABU/cro313Xp7BI/s72-c/bdev_rplayerhat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-4868108335438504263</id><published>2008-03-07T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T16:53:50.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What was Becca Lange all about? She was a very dedicated friend I can tell you that. She was always there with her calm, direct view of things. She was bright and smart, funny. She was intense and so creative, an original. She was kind and thoughtful, and an adventurer. She wanted to see what was on the other side of the wall surrounding our small town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first met Becca we were in high school, Camelback High in Phoenix Arizona, 1976. Phoenix was like living in the suburbs, but with no real town at the center. A spread-out sprawl of a place. A conservative town in the desert. We first met in the High School band, marching band and symphony band. She played the flute and I played the tuba. But we were more alike than our instruments would indicate. We spent our Friday nights celebrating the school football team which was low on our list of interests. We were both trying to navigate the strange world that was our high school. I know we both felt fairly invisible to the world at that point. We congregated together, we were at the bottom of the social barrel, or was it the top of the barrel, not sure about that.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my friendship with Becca took off, Bruce Tribbensee was there. He and I were playing Monopoly on the roof of my house. Bruce and I spent lots of time involved in odd ball activities that we thought were quite interesting. But then that may be the definition of adolescence itself. Trying desperately to do impossible things. If I’m not mistaken we also ran a phone cord up there to the roof and called Becca to see if she wanted to play.  She did and so we added a 3rd to our troop. Monopoly on the roof was the first in a series of events that marked our teenage days together. We really did grow up together. And I learned so much from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We listened to a lot of music together, Bruce Springsteen, Neil Young, Linda Ronstadt, David Bowie, the Beatles, Fleetwood Mac, Bob Dylan, Alice Cooper, Jackson Browne, those bands come to mind. We listened hard to that stuff, because we knew it held the answers to what we were looking for. There was a record store between her house and my house that we often met at riding our bikes through the hot desert streets. We would read the record covers like novels, finding out about this band or that band. Discovering the world any way we could. Becca had a piano music book of Born to Run, by Springsteen. I remember her playing those great piano parts for me. She was always very good with music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Becca brought to me as a person is really immeasurable. Her way of thinking was always unique. She was smart, very smart and she wanted answers to her questions. Why was the world the way it was? Well then we must change it. She was determined, but not ferocious. She entered quietly, but her infectious laugh could light up a whole room. She had a lightness about her, like something that would just float away. We were growing up, it was a powerful time. Sometimes it seems that we were falling up, no gravity to stop us. Where would we go? What would we do? What was holding us down? Well in Beccas case there was nothing holding her down. She rolled up her sleeves and got out into the world. She was a real original. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What did I learn from Becca? We learned a lot of things together, trying to figure out the world. We searched for it in music and in books. Looking for clues to make sense of it all. Becca was the one who knew how to do that.  I learned how to be a friend from Becca and I hold that dearest to my heart. And I now know that these things are not just for life. These things go beyond life, like Becca, she is not here anymore but she is here. I look around and see how many people she touched. She was such a powerful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Her choice, her voice, her art. Beccas art came from deep within. You could feel the power of her work. She saw the poetry that exists in pain. You could see the pain, the struggles, the joy, hear the questions, see the answers. Her art laid it all out plain for us to see. I know it was helpful for her to do this work. And I know we all benefited from the beauty she brought into the world with it. She transformed her pain and strife inside to a visual work of art, her voice, her art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I am looking at today as a chance to say thank you for the way you brightened up our lives. And even though you were given only half a life to live you did so much with it. I know we will always feel something is missing in this world, a world without you in it. It is such a tragedy that you were taken from us too young, but I am so grateful that you came along and found me. And found all of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Becca Lange was a gem of a person. The kind of person that shines through all the years I have known her. Valuable beyond anything else on earth.&lt;br /&gt;—Brendan deVallance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 13.5px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-4868108335438504263?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/4868108335438504263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=4868108335438504263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/4868108335438504263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/4868108335438504263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/falling-up.html' title='Falling Up'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-4362276981093030601</id><published>2008-02-18T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:52:48.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becca Lange</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/R7mZ9gu3_NI/AAAAAAAAABM/NmldFwVHsI8/s1600-h/Becca_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/R7mZ9gu3_NI/AAAAAAAAABM/NmldFwVHsI8/s320/Becca_07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168331329421966546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca Lange, I always knew her as Becca.&lt;br /&gt;Last year she discovered that she had very bad cancer in her liver. She put up a good fight to over come it, but yesterday morning, February 17th, at about 2:30 am she died. She has been living in Boulder Colorado for the last several years. She has 2 sons, Theo and Bram and her husband Kirk. Her sister Jennifer also lives in the area with her family and was very much a part of helping Becca through this ordeal. I saw Becca last September in Boston, she went to get a second medical opinion. She looked fine and did not even seem sick. She was the same old Becca I always knew. Well the treatment she got only helped temporarily and she just could not fight it any more. She will be missed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post your thoughts on Becca to the forum: &lt;a href="http://www.sledbag.com/becca/"&gt;Rebecca Lange Forum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Brendan deVallance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-4362276981093030601?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/4362276981093030601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=4362276981093030601' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/4362276981093030601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/4362276981093030601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2008/02/becca-lange.html' title='Becca Lange'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/R7mZ9gu3_NI/AAAAAAAAABM/NmldFwVHsI8/s72-c/Becca_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-6313793776183054019</id><published>2007-10-22T07:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:52:49.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The flowers can't ramble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/RxyzmwsvHdI/AAAAAAAAABE/jhFGQrwwHKA/s1600-h/chainsaw_jimbo_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/RxyzmwsvHdI/AAAAAAAAABE/jhFGQrwwHKA/s320/chainsaw_jimbo_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124167954529721810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A winning smile and a lost lunch. Or just a long walk on a short peer group. Never gave in and never gave up. Stop at the stoop to chat and then ramble. Find my way, can't find my way, but I am not lost. I see the signs and wait in the lines (always the slow line). Dig the groovy new . . . . See the standard items! A good long time and then jump, both feet jumper. Could it all be worth it, is it my made up story or my realization that the 3rd act has no end? The flowers can't ramble. Lucky for me that the flowers can't ramble and me? I walk on by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-6313793776183054019?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/6313793776183054019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=6313793776183054019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/6313793776183054019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/6313793776183054019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2007/10/flowers-cant-ramble.html' title='The flowers can&apos;t ramble'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/RxyzmwsvHdI/AAAAAAAAABE/jhFGQrwwHKA/s72-c/chainsaw_jimbo_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-587946883247673549</id><published>2007-10-16T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:52:49.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-Ray Spex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/RxTjzQsvHcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/47hU1qDXPlA/s1600-h/Germ_Free_Adolescents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/RxTjzQsvHcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/47hU1qDXPlA/s320/Germ_Free_Adolescents.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121969146022534594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an often overlooked band that really deserves close inspection: X-Ray Spex. 'Germ Free Adolescents' (1978) is their only full album release, but it is spectacular. Poly Styrene, the lead singer, has a very powerful voice and the saxophone, played by Lora Logic, add elements not usually associated with 1977 british punk rock. A perfect album with no duds. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ezarchive.com/original/drindle66/XRSDayTheWorldTurnedDayGlo.mp3"&gt;The Day the World Turned Day-Glo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-587946883247673549?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/587946883247673549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=587946883247673549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/587946883247673549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/587946883247673549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2007/10/x-ray-spex.html' title='X-Ray Spex'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/RxTjzQsvHcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/47hU1qDXPlA/s72-c/Germ_Free_Adolescents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-6157604935684688317</id><published>2007-09-10T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:52:50.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math is Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/RuVCx1HmQdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bYfOFTWJhhE/s1600-h/a_suicide_pocket.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/RuVCx1HmQdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bYfOFTWJhhE/s320/a_suicide_pocket.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108562776161665490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algebra Suicide was a terrific Chicago band by the married couple Don Hedeker and Lydia Tomkiw. They used a drum machine, Don played excellent guitar and Lydia delivered her poetry over the top dead pan style. Their live shows always included a cool light show of slides projected over them as they played. Don and Lydia divorced several years ago but there music lives on. They created a very unique sound that has endured. Last week I found out the tragic news that Lydia has died. She was way too young that is for sure. And yes that is a picture of my Algebra Suicide pocket protector that I have worn many times. Click below to hear one of their greatest masterpieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Brendan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ezarchive.com/show/drindle66/ASLittleDeadBodies.mp3"&gt;Little Dead Bodies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-6157604935684688317?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/6157604935684688317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=6157604935684688317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/6157604935684688317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/6157604935684688317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2007/09/math-is-hard.html' title='Math is Hard'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/RuVCx1HmQdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bYfOFTWJhhE/s72-c/a_suicide_pocket.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-8522432664981207532</id><published>2007-08-22T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:52:50.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Fizz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/Rsx7lVHmQcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BgbDD5PXzL0/s1600-h/BFZ_1985_2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/Rsx7lVHmQcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BgbDD5PXzL0/s320/BFZ_1985_2b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101588359158317506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Fizz&lt;br /&gt;March 1, 1985&lt;br /&gt;N.A.M.E. Gallery in Chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the best picture ever taken of me during a performance. I was going at a metal box on my head with a belt sander. Nancy Martell took the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-8522432664981207532?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/8522432664981207532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=8522432664981207532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/8522432664981207532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/8522432664981207532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-fizz.html' title='The Big Fizz'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/Rsx7lVHmQcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BgbDD5PXzL0/s72-c/BFZ_1985_2b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-2369173530190793184</id><published>2007-08-13T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:52:50.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/RsBhIF6OKFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6mk2R22YlqU/s1600-h/totally_wired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/RsBhIF6OKFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6mk2R22YlqU/s320/totally_wired.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098181569836623954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in 1978 when Punk rock was figuring itself out this band The Fall stood out as doing something very unique and powerful. Formed on the outskirts of Manchester, England in 1976 They went on to record 26 albums (and counting). Their first LP was 'Live at the Witch Trials' and it is amazing. Most of the first 12 records are very good to great. I am less familiar with the more recent stuff. They have recorded a ton of great songs and Mark E. Smith the leader and singer of the band has such a great presence. His singing/talking vocal style is filled with such disdain. Below is a link to a song from a single of 1980.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ezarchive.com/show/drindle66/FallTotallyWired.mp3"&gt;Totally Wired&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-2369173530190793184?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/2369173530190793184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=2369173530190793184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/2369173530190793184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/2369173530190793184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2007/08/fall.html' title='The Fall'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/RsBhIF6OKFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6mk2R22YlqU/s72-c/totally_wired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-2822759913563273109</id><published>2007-05-31T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T08:58:47.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fake Scrape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2727/3047/1600/69127/scrape_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2727/3047/320/227860/scrape_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am performing at MARS gallery in Pheonix, AZ. That is Paul Wilson on stage with me and yes that is a cardboard model of the Sears Tower on my head. From October 1, 1986.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-2822759913563273109?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/2822759913563273109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=2822759913563273109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/2822759913563273109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/2822759913563273109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2007/05/fake-scrape.html' title='The Fake Scrape'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-7756392558637778443</id><published>2007-05-16T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:52:50.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News: Grant Hart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/RkshqkB-WHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZmsSWYvK1k4/s1600-h/gh_gnfmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/RkshqkB-WHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZmsSWYvK1k4/s320/gh_gnfmm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065179221018433650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hüsker Dü is one of my all time favorite bands. They straddled the punk rock to pop with perfection and wrote a ton of brilliant songs. Both Grant Hart and Bob Mould in their Hüsker Dü days were excellent songwriters. Mould has gotten most of the artist attention after Hüskers called it quits with plenty of bad blood between the two. Grant Harts solo work has a lot of gems and has been sorely underrated. "Good News for Modern Man" was released in 1999 and is filled with several great tunes and over all is an excellent release. Trying to pick one out as a stand out is almost impossible. "Run Run Run to the Centre Pompidou" gets my nod as the albums best but only by a hair. Below are two songs that should stick in your head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ezarchive.com/show/drindle66/GHRunRunRun.mp3"&gt;Run Run Run to the Centre Pompidou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ezarchive.com/show/drindle66/GHALetterFromAnneMarie.mp3"&gt;Letter From Anne Marie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-7756392558637778443?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/7756392558637778443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=7756392558637778443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/7756392558637778443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/7756392558637778443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-news-grant-hart.html' title='Good News: Grant Hart'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/RkshqkB-WHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZmsSWYvK1k4/s72-c/gh_gnfmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-804770398203763992</id><published>2007-05-16T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T05:56:48.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before the Judge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2727/3047/1600/337070/judge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2727/3047/320/285773/judge.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Peoples Court was one of my favorite shows when it came out. Judge Wapner came out with a book and went on a signing tour. I went to buy his book (Chicago in the 1985 or so) and was able to get the person in line behind me to snap this photo of us with my polaroid camera. I also got him to sign a wall thermometer I made with his picture on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-804770398203763992?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/804770398203763992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=804770398203763992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/804770398203763992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/804770398203763992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2007/05/before-judge.html' title='Before the Judge'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-117157320418262108</id><published>2007-04-24T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T12:36:20.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar mask</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2727/3047/1600/355538/br_mask_guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2727/3047/320/18490/br_mask_guitar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, A guitar should be worn as a mask. It has a hole made for looking out of. God knows I can't hardly play the dang thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-117157320418262108?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/117157320418262108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=117157320418262108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/117157320418262108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/117157320418262108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2007/02/guitar-mask.html' title='Guitar mask'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-8105791719193805795</id><published>2007-03-21T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:52:51.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Undealt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/RgFgfF6RlaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pHeb34FEz8I/s1600-h/undealt_logo_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/RgFgfF6RlaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pHeb34FEz8I/s200/undealt_logo_02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044419144910476706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a band I was in, The Undealt. Matthew Buckingham and I had this idea to start a band that did not follow any typical band trappings. Matthew was sort of the vocalist, but he did not sing. I was to make music but I can't play the guitar. Some how we hooked up with Kim Bissy (Who now goes by Jesse Keeler) who played the saxophone. We were always very visual, and not so musical. But we played and made some good music anyway. Not much of our output was recorded, we lived for live. But I ran across this tune the other day on an old cassette. Sounds like the &lt;a href="http://www.synthmuseum.com/casio/casvltone01.jpg"&gt;Casio VL-Tone&lt;/a&gt; drum machine, Matthew on vocals and me, Brendan, on guitar. This is probably from 1983 or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bands_bd/undealt/music/Barts_Leg.mp3"&gt;Barts Leg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-8105791719193805795?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/8105791719193805795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=8105791719193805795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/8105791719193805795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/8105791719193805795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2007/03/undealt.html' title='The Undealt'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sskpq2k21Is/RgFgfF6RlaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pHeb34FEz8I/s72-c/undealt_logo_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-117157236154614602</id><published>2007-02-15T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T12:48:35.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, it's True</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2727/3047/1600/5687/brendan_1979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2727/3047/320/769339/brendan_1979.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am, 1979.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-117157236154614602?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/117157236154614602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=117157236154614602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/117157236154614602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/117157236154614602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2007/02/yes-its-true.html' title='Yes, it&apos;s True'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-116896276137789274</id><published>2007-01-16T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T07:54:32.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man with the Blowtorch Mask</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2727/3047/1600/843858/manwiththeblowtorchmask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2727/3047/320/520889/manwiththeblowtorchmask.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1985 I decided to strap a blowtorch to my face as a mask. I made this graphic for a midwest art publication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-116896276137789274?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/116896276137789274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=116896276137789274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/116896276137789274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/116896276137789274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2007/01/man-with-blowtorch-mask.html' title='The Man with the Blowtorch Mask'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-116663579867580043</id><published>2006-12-20T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T09:31:02.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2727/3047/1600/968389/chrome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2727/3047/320/40177/chrome.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This band is called Chrome, they hailed from San Francisco and were made up of two main people, Daman Edge and Helios Creed. Originally formed in 1976 by Edge and Gary Spain. Chrome put out several fantastic records, but then broke up and each put out several solo albums. I love the crazy sound they came up with. The constant noodling solo guitar and the primitive sounding rock and roll drums, the scary keyboard drones. This was the stuff of Punk Rock when it got it's start and was more freeform. This song is from the album Half Machine Lip Moves. Some of there excellent output includes Alien Soundtracks (1978), Half Machine Lip Moves (1979), Read Only Memory (1979), Red Exposure (1980), Blood on the Moon (1981) are all brilliant. A lot of the solo material is cut from the Chrome cloth and is also very good. Damon Edge died in Los Angeles the summer of 1995. Helios Creed is still touring and putting out albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ezarchive.com/original/drindle66/ChromeTVasEyes.mp3"&gt;TV as Eye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-116663579867580043?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/116663579867580043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=116663579867580043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/116663579867580043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/116663579867580043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2006/12/chrome.html' title='Chrome'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-116379874926104731</id><published>2006-11-17T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T13:25:49.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sandwich of Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/1600/BR_1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/320/BR_1b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sandwich board as you've never scene it before. At some point in the 1980s at NAME gallery, Chicago. Is that a small toy dinosaur on the desk behind me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-116379874926104731?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/116379874926104731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=116379874926104731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/116379874926104731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/116379874926104731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2006/11/sandwich-of-man.html' title='The Sandwich of Man'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-116343291883323641</id><published>2006-11-13T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T06:50:38.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Units</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/1600/units_cov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/320/units_cov.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw these guys play a couple of times in Los Angeles and they were a really great band. Origianlly they were a 3 piece, drums and 2 keyboard players. Then later added a female on vocals. This song is from there first release with the rubber stamped cover. This release contains Work, Cowboy, High Preasure Days, and Cannibals and was released in 1979. All 4 songs are great. They are originally from San Francisco and I was surprised when they didnt become more popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ezarchive.com/original/drindle66/unitsCannibals.mp3"&gt;Cannibals&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ezarchive.com/original/drindle66/unitsHighPresureDays.mp3"&gt;High Pressure Days&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A zeroxed sheet was included in with the record. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/blogroll/units_insert_1.jpg"&gt;Insert side 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/blogroll/units_insert_2.jpg"&gt;Insert side 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-116343291883323641?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/116343291883323641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=116343291883323641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/116343291883323641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/116343291883323641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2006/11/units.html' title='Units'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-116160900057735536</id><published>2006-10-23T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T06:11:33.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garbage Can</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/1600/can_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/400/can_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man enveloped with garbage can. Can has bare light bulb on top. It looks better than it sounds, or it sounds better than it is or something like that. I remember the light bulb being smashed with a stick in one of the performances I wore it in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-116160900057735536?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/116160900057735536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=116160900057735536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/116160900057735536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/116160900057735536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2006/10/garbage-can_23.html' title='Garbage Can'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-116077647866538690</id><published>2006-10-13T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:48:28.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Germs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/1600/germs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/320/germs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when Punk Rock started getting up some steam a band was forming in Los Angeles called The Germs. They released a single in 1977 called "Forming/Sexboy". What in the world were the Germs doing? What is this music? It has a very perfect ugly kind of beauty to it. Horrific, but I can not look away! They are a car-wreck sort of a band. The songs are complicated, but simple. Can Darby Crash actually hear what the band is playing? They invented something with this, but I can not say for sure what it is. Some say it is the first West Coast Hardcore, but I don't associate them with Hardcore. Belinda Carlisle of the Go-Go's was an early drummer. And if you haven't seen the Film "Decline of Western Civilization", by Penelope Spheeris, now would be a good time to see it. A great documentary of the LA punk rock scene from the late 70's which features the Germs. The only LP the Germs released was called (GI), from 1979. There are theories that they were changing there name to Germs Incognito and it wasn't supposed to say Germs on the cover. The turquoise circle on a black background makes a fantastic graphic record cover that was fairly unique in the early days of Punk Rock, which favored the cut up mess of dada. The album was produced by Joan Jett. There is an anthology called The Germs (MIA) from 1993 which pull together (GI) and a lot of other stray songs. The Germs broke up and if I recall correctly there was a short lived Darby Crash Band. Darby Crash committed suicide in 1980, he was only 22 years old. A bio-pic movie about the band is to come out this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ezarchive.com/original/drindle66/Communisteyes"&gt;Communist Eyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-116077647866538690?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/116077647866538690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=116077647866538690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/116077647866538690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/116077647866538690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2006/10/germs_13.html' title='The Germs'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-116059334801142458</id><published>2006-10-11T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:02:28.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phlegm DeVille</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/1600/phlegme_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/400/phlegme_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 29, 1993 I did a performance at Dixon Place in New York City. I decided to end the show with my latest creation: A Bubblegum Goth band called Dead Gwynne. I wrote a song about Things written down in Books, but I am forgetting how it goes. I created this charachter of sorts called Phlegm DeVille. X's under the eyes, nails where my heart is, no shoes, stovepipe hat. Latter on I would turn this into a real band (real in quotes), adding Kiki Beware on guitar and other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sledbag.com/dg/index.html"&gt;Dead Gwynne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-116059334801142458?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/116059334801142458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=116059334801142458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/116059334801142458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/116059334801142458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2006/10/phlegm-deville.html' title='Phlegm DeVille'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-116005682726551341</id><published>2006-10-05T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:33:28.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gun Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/1600/gc_fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/320/gc_fire.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some bands hit the ball so far outta the park on there first at bat that sometimes it just doesnt seem possible. The Gun Clubs first album, Fire of Love from 1981, is one such smack. Although they would go on to record other fine LPs, this one is a masterpiece. They stood out in the early punk scene of Los Angeles by drawing more raw blues and rural elements into there sound. I hesitate to bring up country music because I don't think there is much to that comparison. It is more of a hilly-billy-Link-Wray vibe than country music. There is a great sparseness in this music. The band had a hard time keeping a solid line-up. Kid Congo Powers left before recording any material to join The Cramps. But it was the Jeffrey Lee Pierce vision and sound that made the band. His vocals match the music to perfection. And this is some of the best song writing ever: Sex Beat, Preaching The Blues (a cover of an old blues song, R.Johnson), She's Like Heroin To Me, For The Love Of Ivy, to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miami, The Gun Clubs second LP, is also a great LP. Their cover of the Creedence Clearwater Revivals Run through the Jungle hammers home their place in American side of the road swamp infused music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna buy me a gun just as long as my arm, And kill everyone who ever done me harm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ezarchive.com/original/drindle66/CGItemp7938"&gt;Sex Beat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ezarchive.com/drindle/AlbumSpace/32SGRT3YOB/Devil_In_The_Woods.mp3"&gt; Devil in the Woods&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-116005682726551341?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/116005682726551341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=116005682726551341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/116005682726551341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/116005682726551341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2006/10/gun-club.html' title='The Gun Club'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-115953599445088228</id><published>2006-09-29T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T06:22:26.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deat the Clown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/1600/bdv_deat_clown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/400/bdv_deat_clown.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? No I'm not afraid of clowns, I am one. Deat is short for Death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-115953599445088228?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/115953599445088228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=115953599445088228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115953599445088228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115953599445088228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2006/09/deat-clown.html' title='Deat the Clown'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-115919668898267127</id><published>2006-09-25T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T14:48:45.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minutemen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/1600/MM_doublenickels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/320/MM_doublenickels.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 3 piece from San Pedro, a town near San Diego on the coast of California. This is a band that I saw live many times. A truly great original American act. They really sound like no one else, and despite a lot of mainstream influences, they occupy a unique spot in music. Way before there was an alternative indie record industry there were a handful of small labels putting out music. SST in California was the label of Black Flag and they also put out a ton of other bands, like the Meat Puppets and Hüsker Dü. The Minutemen were an early find in the labels history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were political with out being didactic, they were complicated and simple at the same time. The songs were short and powerful. Double Nickels on the Dime is a great double album that has 43 songs on it! This LP is a great rock and roll achievement. The story is that they heard label-mates Hüsker Dü were going to put out a double album and the Minutemen went in and recorded a double album and put it out before the Huskers ('Take that Huskers' appears on the liner notes). On one song, Mike Watt (bass player) reads a note left on his door by his landlord, and it is beautiful ("Take 5, D.").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Heart And The Real World" is chosen because it seems to be representative of the sound and vibe of this record, but it must be listened to in its entirety. After listening to this record you may start to wonder why most rock songs are over 3 minutes? A great Documentary called "We Jam Econo" has just been release and it is very worth while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This band comes in at number 4 on my favorite bands of all time. &lt;a href="http://www.ezarchive.com/drindle/AlbumSpace/OQK68ZTH1/MM_My_Heart_And_The_Real_World.mp3"&gt;My Heart and the Real World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-115919668898267127?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/115919668898267127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=115919668898267127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115919668898267127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115919668898267127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2006/09/minutemen_25.html' title='Minutemen'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-115885208100158709</id><published>2006-09-21T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T08:32:14.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Man Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/1600/bdv_onemanband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/400/bdv_onemanband.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battle of the One Man Bands, Randolph Street Gallery, Chicago, Illinois, May 30, 1986. This was a promo photo taken for the  event. Record Player Hat, accordion, and I also have the tape recorder guitar on but it is obscured. I did a version of 'Vehicle', by the Ides of March.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-115885208100158709?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/115885208100158709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=115885208100158709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115885208100158709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115885208100158709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-man-band.html' title='One Man Band'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-115860927474480727</id><published>2006-09-18T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T06:29:37.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bongos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/1600/bongos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/400/bongos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Hoboken, New Jersey band from the early 1980's, this band was a big hit among my art school pals in Chicago. The Bulrushes, from the album Drums Along The Hudson (1982), was the song that slayed us. I remember one of my pals had the single which may have had 4 songs on it if I recall correctly. This is New Wave at it's best. There are elements of R.E.M. and Lawrence, Kansas styled pop music in their song writing. They put out several albums and helped create the Hoboken sound  of pure pop music along with the  Feelies and Chris Stamey. To hear a few songs: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thebongos"&gt;The Bongos Myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-115860927474480727?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/115860927474480727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=115860927474480727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115860927474480727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115860927474480727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2006/09/bongos.html' title='The Bongos'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-115860736615375816</id><published>2006-09-18T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T08:02:39.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chain saw hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/1600/bren_chainsaw_hat_sm.27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/400/bren_chainsaw_hat_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs a distinctive hat that they can call their own. Something that displays their own personality and unique qualities, without being trendy or quaint. No one wants to be a follower when it comes to head gear unless you are in the army or a priest. And those are two occupations I avoid like the plague. Photo by Susan Anderson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-115860736615375816?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/115860736615375816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=115860736615375816' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115860736615375816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115860736615375816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2006/09/chain-saw-hat.html' title='Chain saw hat'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-115860278080668957</id><published>2006-09-18T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T14:48:03.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamin' Groovies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/1600/teenage_head.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/200/teenage_head.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were outta step with the bands of the time. They hailed from San Francisco and most of there contemporaries were into the hippy pysch scene (mid 60's). They wrote garage pop and never really found there place in the music world. They wrote great songs and influenced a great number of people. Founded by Cyril Jordan and Roy Loney. "You Tore Me Down" from the album Shake Some Action, 1976, is a PPM (perfect pop moment). My memories on first hearing this stuff in the early 80's, under the glare of Punk Rock, they seem nostalgic and current at the same time. &lt;a href="http://www.ezarchive.com/drindle/AlbumSpace/8N8ZELECB3/fg_You_Tore_Me_Down.mp3"&gt;You tore me Down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-115860278080668957?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/115860278080668957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=115860278080668957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115860278080668957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115860278080668957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2006/09/flamin-groovies.html' title='Flamin&apos; Groovies'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-115513143972084459</id><published>2006-08-09T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T08:03:53.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/1600/bren_tie_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/320/bren_tie_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is, my Tie to end all ties. I designed it and Todd helped me sew it. Looking for good place to wear it, maybe my next gallery opening. Photo by Susan Anderson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-115513143972084459?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/115513143972084459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=115513143972084459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115513143972084459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115513143972084459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2006/08/tie.html' title='Tie'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-115092389057212449</id><published>2006-06-21T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T14:05:02.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Record Player Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/1600/record_player_hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/400/record_player_hat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-115092389057212449?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/115092389057212449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=115092389057212449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115092389057212449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115092389057212449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/record-player-hat.html' title='Record Player Hat'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-115083095719216685</id><published>2006-06-20T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T12:15:57.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Fred that Dead . . .</title><content type='html'>Create (great) song by Brendan and Carl of DeaD Gwynne:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/art/Borderline_Mona_Lisas.mp3"&gt;Borderline Mona Lisas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-115083095719216685?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/115083095719216685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=115083095719216685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115083095719216685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115083095719216685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/any-fred-that-dead.html' title='Any Fred that Dead . . .'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-115040010319651886</id><published>2006-06-15T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:35:10.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even I have never heard of me</title><content type='html'>I am not sure I exist, at least by todays standards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-115040010319651886?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/115040010319651886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=115040010319651886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115040010319651886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115040010319651886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/even-i-have-never-heard-of-me.html' title='Even I have never heard of me'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-115023084137811889</id><published>2006-06-13T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T13:34:01.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sledbag.com/lp_animation.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.sledbag.com/lp_animation.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-115023084137811889?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/115023084137811889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=115023084137811889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115023084137811889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115023084137811889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_115023084137811889.html' title=''/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-115023052567643434</id><published>2006-06-13T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T13:28:45.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs I haven't written</title><content type='html'>by The Pot Black Kettle Callers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kettle Black Pot Black&lt;br /&gt;Settle for that in the night&lt;br /&gt;Black pot in a darkened kitchen&lt;br /&gt;I spill the sauce quit your wretchin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-115023052567643434?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/115023052567643434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=115023052567643434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115023052567643434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115023052567643434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/songs-i-havent-written.html' title='Songs I haven&apos;t written'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-115020817584586450</id><published>2006-06-13T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T07:16:15.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindless Contentment</title><content type='html'>Los Plugz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/1600/plugz_cov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/320/plugz_cov.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never got over this band and never liked them as much as my friends did until now. I guess I caught up. Los Plugz were a 3 piece rock combo from Los Angeles in the late 70's early 80's. Punk Rock? Oh yes, with this great Chicano flavor. They put out 2 albums and a few singles. There are a few songs on the Repo Man soundtrack (Hombre Secreto, killer) which is availible on a CD. There songs were fast and short, but this is pre-hardcore LA and so the music was often melodic and interesting. These guys rocked and it translates well to the vinyl. The hard edges were pronounced, the set up was simple, but the ideas were beyond the normal fair served up as rock and roll. Many of their songs haunt me to this day. Most of the music is out of print and in its day was only available on vinyl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-115020817584586450?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/115020817584586450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=115020817584586450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115020817584586450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115020817584586450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/mindless-contentment.html' title='Mindless Contentment'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-115012172739208642</id><published>2006-06-12T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T07:15:27.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/1600/brendan_nixon_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/320/brendan_nixon_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-115012172739208642?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/115012172739208642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=115012172739208642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115012172739208642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/115012172739208642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-114977417628632466</id><published>2006-06-08T06:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T06:44:57.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Side Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="gray"&gt;Spiel from "Down Side Up" &lt;br /&gt;Indiana State University&lt;br /&gt;Turman Gallery, Terre Haute, Indiana&lt;br /&gt;January 19, 1991&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nuclear family''s gotta give me my due. It's the blankest world we've known. I fill in the blanks with the upside, and the novel side and no holds barred or undone. What whips me into shape most is my disclaimer to reality. If the TV shows are all good does that nulify my parking tickets if the water I drink is floridated and my check stubs are all post dated what is the point in reveling at the new yeears ball. I drink up the cup side. But I blow down the smoke side. Shadowy figures invade my bank account. I stand up to be counted and forfiet my seat on the bus. TV channeling, good times and gravel particals fill my lungs. Shoot to kill and wound to profit—I have no motives, just instinkt and infighting moments still my heart. Be still my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-114977417628632466?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/114977417628632466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=114977417628632466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/114977417628632466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/114977417628632466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/down-side-up_08.html' title='Down Side Up'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-114962755202603794</id><published>2006-06-06T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T13:59:12.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/1600/future.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/320/future.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-114962755202603794?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/114962755202603794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=114962755202603794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/114962755202603794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/114962755202603794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-114953778044621498</id><published>2006-06-05T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T07:28:01.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/1600/pc_stage.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2727/3047/320/pc_stage.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="gray"&gt;Spiel from "Fake Pork Chop Sonata", performed at Tonic, Little Theater, September 26, 2005.&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m fine, really. Not lost, not unkempt for the dreaming. I am static and standing—still. Or is it still standing—wait that makes no sense: Still standing. Because I am not so still. Got left in the ashes you see. Some kind of trade in deal where by all the good art gets hit in the gullet and all the bad art takes its place. Like right here it is my face this time that you can’t stop looking at. The cheesy flames and burning frames and the good luck next time Mr. deVallance. Well it isn’t as bad as all of that now is it? At least I have this and I have you. And you will remain like a good friend to me right? All of you admit to being my friend incase I may need one? In need and indeed and all of that? I once was lost and now I am scrunched. And my leg hurts and my watch is broken and It was really hard to park around here tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, I must sit down now. Won’t someone please give me your seat. Consider me as the pregnant lady on the subway or a man with one leg and a crutch. Please, I beg of you. You sit there all mocking me with your disbelief at me. And me up here all better than you with my elevated stage and fancy costumes trying to rattle the cages. I can’t even annoy the neighbors. Stages may fall and cages may crumble. My last fear is to die among the ruins of this -*- . Or be killed by my own junk falling on me. It is sad that I am me sometimes especially when I can’t get what I want. And if you want your needs to be met you must first let them be known:&lt;br /&gt; 1. I want to be well liked&lt;br /&gt; 2. I want the respect of my peers&lt;br /&gt; 3. I want good gas mileage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Hate umbrellas for gods sake! Am I the only one?— sorry for venting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like giving free quarters to everyone with a hole in there pocket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-114953778044621498?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/114953778044621498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=114953778044621498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/114953778044621498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/114953778044621498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/fire.html' title='Fire?'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28724080.post-114953677681466005</id><published>2006-06-05T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T12:46:16.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to burn things, but not with fire</title><content type='html'>Things:&lt;br /&gt;Things are like that because that’s the way they are. Things tend to reside in the state that they are in because it is natural. Things are found as they should be found not as you want them to be. If something wants to be another way from than which it normally is then there is movement towards something else and that will not be right. We expect things to be like the things that they are. We have a right to find the things that see a things and those things will be fine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28724080-114953677681466005?l=11vsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/feeds/114953677681466005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28724080&amp;postID=114953677681466005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/114953677681466005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28724080/posts/default/114953677681466005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11vsx.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-want-to-burn-things-but-not-with.html' title='I want to burn things, but not with fire'/><author><name>Drindle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13254322518077594938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://www.sledbag.com/splooft/bdev_816_01a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
