Lets+Play+Holi

Holi, the yearly festival celebrating the return of color to the world, will start on Sunday Feb 28, 2010 and continue for 2 days until Monday March 1st. Holi is celebrated on the Phalgun Purnima (or Pooranmashi, Full Moon) according to the Hindu Calendar. Holi is a festival of radiance (teja) in the universe. The celebrations officially usher in spring, the celebrated season of love.

Not Lint

but for a period of time coinciding with Lent. It just seems like a good time to do this. I've been going through a shit storm of in's and out's, up's and down's, with family and friends. I did the big blow out of drinking a few days after the loss where at one point I found myself at 3am having a meaningful conversation with no one else in the room. Believe me it was healthy and part of the process for me. I've also met with my doctor so we could plan a recovery from a cycling injury that had me baffled. I've started running again along with strength training; something I loved to do in the past but set aside to ride for almost 10 years. I coming out of this strong, stronger, strongest and with a plan and a purpose.

This, at this time, seems right. Lent starts at midnight Wednesday so tomorrow I'm heading over to my buddy's house. We've know each other for over 15 years, we talked tonight and he invited me...almost challenged me, to have a few drinks then hang it up for 40 days. Yep, that's perfect timing, something to help me focus even more.

But until 12am Wednesday...I'm going to show my tits then after I'm going for the Catholic trifecta...no booze, red meat or sodomy until some time in April. Two of the three should be no problem.

'79-The Missing Link Between Hippie and Punk Rocker

Rock Against Racism was held in DC and advertised in the Yipster Times; The Clash played it that summer.
This publication was later used at my trial where I was convicted of assault and battery after I and my accomplice Terry Baker pied a fascist high school vice principal.
I was tried as an adult because...well, I was 20. But my record was wiped clean after I pulled a weekend in a Virginia county lockup where I started a hunger strike protesting sour apples used in the pie Aunt Bee sent to my cell block. That old bitch was mean as hell and couldn't cook for shit and I wanted the world to know. But the revolt was squashed when the riot squad took away everyones library cards.
True story...mostly"

NYC Punks...you don't make it, you take it!

1980's Punk scene wasn't like anything ever seen before. It had been almost 20 years since Rock music took the stage and had gone from revolutionary to melodic, poetic and pathetic. It had become a watered down mind numbing commercialised Pop radio soup fed to listeners in between commercials that were as repetitive in their rotation as the music itself. Disco had also reared it's ugly head and the polyester jumpsuit wearing slick dicks were lining up at the local dance clubs to Hustle the night away.
Then out of no where, or England, came a new revolution of pissed off go fuck yourself mayhem music. It was basic, loud for no reason other than to just be loud and a battle ground where the war against mediocrity was being fought.
As with any fight worth fighting casualties were taken, friends and loved ones lost. Ground was gained given back and won again only to have succumbed to the temptations of commercial success another 20 year later.
Where will the new line in the sand be drawn?

gutter punk drunk

Early 80's Punk band "Pee Boner"
Bassist Scott Price and Lead Guitarist Terry Baker broke into the New York Punk scene with the huge commercial hit, "Mornings I Can't Go Until She Cums."
Followed by the not so successful "Sit When We Pee." Where abouts of this duo is unknown.