Sunday, January 21, 2007

Every picture tells a story, don't it?

So, I have been challenged lately, to throw some Words down.

Lay some stuff on you, see how we do.

Hmmm. Words.


Scalpel. Machete.

Depends what you wanna do.

And if the backbeat is right, we can sail into next Tuesday.

Ever seen a brain? You know how, from above, it looks like a bunch of slot canyons. And when the water flows in the desert like that, those slot canyons fill with rushing, freezing water.

It snowed some last night. Not enough, but it was good to see, nonetheless.

I was thinking about what a friend had said, and I was hoping it was lie. The thing is, you'll never really know.

Well, I hope you have a gracious, soulful Monday.

I wish that ...
I knew what I know now...
When I was younger

Some kid made a video to "Ooh La La," by The Faces. I love that song. A 15 year old kid made a video for a Faces song. In about 10 years, at their reunion, and maybe not even then because they probably won't be ready yet, they are going to realize just how cool this kid was. Right on.

I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was younger.
I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was stronger.

The can cans such a pretty show
They'll steal your heart away
But backstage, back on earth again
The dressing rooms are grey

They come on strong and it ain't too long
Before they make you feel a man
But love is blind and you soon will find
You're just a boy again

When you want her lips, you get a cheek
Makes you wonder where you are
If you want some more and she's fast asleep
Then she's twinkling with the stars.

Poor young grandson, theres nothing I can say
Youll have to learn, just like me
And that's the hardest way
Ooh la la

I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was younger.
I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was stronger.


Jimmy Page. John Lennon. Han Solo. Robert Plant. Charles Bukowski. Ron Wood. Jack Nicholson. My Mom. Aragorn. James Brown. Kurt Cobain. Stanny. William Wallace. Vincent Vega. Dave Grohl. Chris Farley. Bill Murray. Rod Stewart. Keith Richards. Babe Ruth. Doug Flutie. Hunter S. Thompson. Tyler Durden. Fletch. John Bonham... John Henry Bonham. James Douglas Morrison. Elmore Leonard. Yoda. Oscar the Grouch. Miss Piggy. Kermit. Kurt Vonnegut. J.D. Salinger. John Coltrane. Miles Davis. Larry Bird. Jesus. Maui. Dad. Big Sky. Times Square. Santa Monica. John Cleese. Graham Chapman. Eric Idle. Belushi. Jeffrey Lebowski. Dude. Walter. Donny. Bunny. Brandt. The Tram Club. Hemingway. Jim Posselt. Chris Bellcock. Dan Ryan. Tony Sauer. Kris Sauer. Jim MrDutt. Josh Howell. Randy Tiedt. Jim Derivan. Larry Bartruff. Mick Jagger. Brett Favre. Glen Plake. Rick Danko. Christopher Walken. Donnie Darko. Grand Cayman. Belize. Costa Rica. Me. A Moped Stand. Some kind of tiki hut. A cooler. A radio, broadcasting a beisbol game. Reading a book. Occasionally renting a moped. Eating fish tacos. Surfing. Toes squeezing sand. Skipping rocks. Riding a bike. Playing guitar. Choking on dry, Montana powder. Tony Soprano. Swearingen. Jack Bauer. Les Paul. Neil Peart. Jerome Garcia. Chewbacca. Jaws. Duane Allman. Eric Clapton. Alison. John Michael. Birdy. Vaughn. Aden. Lucy. Molly. Katie. Lizzy. Twink. Dave Herold. FinnDawg. Ivan. Fred Shero. Pedro Martinez. Baby Jesus. Retards. Guinness. Bacon. Cheese. Powder. Deep Powder.

Really Deep Powder.




Good night.