Hey

 

Do you like drugs, do you like killin'

Do you like listening to Boogie Chillen'?

 

Well, I do.  Time for a new B&H.  Been in a pretty good mood lately, God only knows why, I guess there's some sort of time limit on stinking funks where you either die or start getting better, and I guess I'm getting better.  Dammit. 

 

What a fucking anticlimax.  Stayed up way late to see the famed Yardbirds part in Blow Up I've been reading about for 25 years.  Yawn.  I beat the shit out of my guitar more trying to tune the fucker.  And they performed Train Kept A Rollin' with some new piss poor words as Stroll On by THE YARDBIRDS!  Thievin' Brits.  They were terrible for that back then, especially the loathsome Jimmy Page (yeah, I know, I love Zeppelin, you love Zeppelin, we all love Zeppelin, but the man's a fucking scumbag).  If you're ever so inclined, they come on 1 hour, 40 minutes into the film, and are on for a minute, max.  And the movie itself is impossible to follow, got some skin, but it's of this scrawny Brit chick who needs to look over her shoulder for Col. Sanders, cos he'd put her ass in a bucket in a heartbeat, secret recipe and all. 

 

Can't really give you any head's up about upcoming movies right now, cos my DirecTV guide for this month never came.  DirecTV sucks massively, after only a few brief months of dealing with them I hate them with a lifetime's worth of rancor, and please tell everyone you know to never, ever go with DirecTV.  Never.  Ever.   

Been quite the musical time since I last enlightened you.  Last Saturday, Sarah and I took that recorder of the damned down to Joe's, and he figured it out, and after Sarah got back from her movie/dinner/shopping trip with Laura- Laura is damned good to both of my girls, which I'd like to publicly acknowledge at this time, and actually, she don't treat me that shabby- me and Sarah and Joe made a nice little recording of "I Asked Myself" which I'll put on the next Bipolar for you all to listen to and hopefully enjoy, soon as Joe can get out here next to get it into the computer for me.  It's a pretty cool song, a love lost sort of ballad- Sarah sings some really sweet background vocals- but just so it doesn't get too sweet I say "fuck" in it.  Of course, I think I say "fuck" in my sleep. 

 

And let me tell ya, now that it's figured out, that recorder is fucking great, much simpler to use than tape, and I'm gonna record up a damn storm.  Look out.  And Jean Ann, you're new recording is just around the corner.  Of course, so is Hell, but that's another story.

 

The next night I went to Mountain Stage with Jean (V) and a bunch of her friends.  It was good, MS is always good, they have all kinds of different style musicians on there, but you don't make MS by being half-assed.  It's something I very strongly recommend you check out if you never have.  Felt a little weird being the only solo person with a bunch of couples, but what the hell.

 

Went out this past Friday for more musical adventures, saw our buddy Mark's band Hybrid Zero at Escapes.  Only made it partly through their first set, cos it was late and I'm getting old, and the beer and driving 1000 miles a week just to get to and from work all caught up with me.  They're playing there again in March, Mark, I'll hook up with you then bud and exchange vinyl for CD's.  What I heard of them I liked, they play that modern rock thing, but they actually do songs, unlike their opening band, name I don't know (I think it was something like SUX) who just sort of heavy riff while their "singer" does that current rap'rock grunt shit I so thoroughly despise.  Went to kill some time and drink some beer at the El Dorado before HZ came on, sat through part of a set by Kitchen, who are every bit as fucking inspired as their name, doing piss poor covers of every obvious Southern rock song you could think of.  I let some guy sit at our table cos he looked sort of pathetic sitting on this bench type thing all alone, he thoughtfully obliged us by being DJ, about 3/4 through every song telling us "Thas Skynryd, ther' mah favorites".  Least he didn't want to fight about it.

 

Rachie and I went to see The Mothman Prophecies yesterday afternoon.  I found it a bit slow, though with a couple of genuinely creepy spots.  I also thought it very X-Filesish, so probably how well you like that show will influence how well you like the movie.  Also, I was struck by how much Richard Gere looked like Leonard Nimoy in this film.  I'm not kidding, if you decide to see Mothman, check it out.  Joe saw the real Mothman once, one twilit winter's eve along the banks of the Poca River.  I was there but didn't see it (which automatically makes Joe's story more credible).  Joe's since recanted and says he thinks it was just a big bird (the MIBs get to ya?) but at the time I remember he was truly scared shitless.

 

Went over to Doug and Rosa's last night for a steak dinner (I know, I know- you men eat your dinner, eat your pork and beans/Bill eat more free dinners any man ever seen) and SPINAL TAP ON DVD- are you there, Movie Club?!- with so many added outtakes even Doug and I couldn't watch them all.  

 

Working in Beckley.  Don't mind working there, don't even mind the drive, hate getting up so motherfucking early to get there, hate getting home as late and tired as I do.  Still, I'm making a car payment every week in expense money, so I'm gonna keep milking it for a while.  Especially since I'm also working Summers County, so if I can hang in till the weather gets a little better, I'm going to get my expenses paid to go fucking bass fishing. Also, it's an incredible relief not to have to go into that shithole office I was working in- no offense to you who are still there, you certainly weren't why it sucked- and having gotten out again, I can guarantee you that even if the offer's made, I'll never work there again.

 

Chris, who obviously saw through the "I've seen the light" pacifist of my last Bipolar, sent me a link for a neat ninja website, ninja's only purpose in life being to flip out and kill people.  By God, I hear that.  I've already got that soft walk sneaking up on people thing down cold.

 

I think Rachie's lizard is actually a baby Gila Monster.  It'd the bitingest thing I've ever been around.  Doesn't hurt, but the intent is starting to piss me off.

 

Gonna go now, everyone take care, Dave, I mailed you those amp settings, hope you got them, anyone who wants to come see me, please fucking do, I enjoy being alone, but not nearly as much as I am.

 

Tap into America,

 

Bill