Sounds of Miguelo Stacc

Distant thunder, crashing waves upon a reef, or a bird chirping its first spring song. It is the sound that we hear that bring about the emotions that we associate with certain times, memories and smells to our mind.
It is sound that is another universal language, it does not speak a language but instead it feeds the soul by pulling at the heart strings like a puppet master with its puppet. Conveying excitement to rise spirits higher, it is sound that is boundless, ageless, and unlimited in its creation and admiration for all. Such sounds I hear from artist like Miguelo Stacc.
Dark,sultry, techno mind altering, moving and hypnotic is what I feel turning at my soul when I hear his music. His brand of magic making is the sorcery of music and he wields it like a wizard set to conquer the world!

Hot Rods

Something new here that I have not posted before. Something delicious that binds us all, the sweet, the salty and savory of wonderful food.  Yes regardless of color, race, and creed we all need to eat and eat what we enjoy.
This past memorial day weekend my wife and I decided to stay home enjoy each others company and get some things done but one thing escaped our minds! We forgot to plan for Saturday night dinner. Rummaging through the freezer looking at a frozen sea of rock hard unprepared meats, pastas and veggies my wife and I became the victims of laziness that comes from hours of being over heated and sweat soaked. I looked at her and she looked at me, and the all important question at that time became, "what do you want to eat"?
Yes, all of life importance centered around the impending question, a question that is all too often asked in our culture "what do you want to eat?"
Now my wife is the master of house budgeting and where we venture to to stuff our mouths is decided, will depend on what Groupon we have. Her Wizard of Oz ruby red colored nails rapidly searched the surmounting organizer of coupons and my choices were recited like a church choir singing hymns of drool inducing selections. I laid upon the bed panting like a hound dog in a Alabama heat wave and she said, yup you guessed it, "what do you want to eat?"
In shear stress of dropping blood sugar I went with what most men crave in summer heat, I said "RIBS!"
To my delightful surprise she said ok, we got a Groupon for Hot Rods in Wharton.
Showered, cleaned clothed with AC Blasting and the sounds of Pitbull from the radio shaking the windows of our car we traveled to the streets of the little town of Wharton.
The houses closely grouped together, the streets unclogged from cars and the only sounds came from backyard  bbq's of the Spanish community know as Wharton, bellies rumbled as we approached the corner restaurant that has a mom and popish flair to it.
Greeted by a friendly staff and seated righted away, wife and I gazed at the decor, yellows, oranges and motorcycles parts or I should say "choppers"! A two part menu and a back to back menu show casing a selection of beers that could of been a beer menu from the United Nations Pub, if it existed!
Forks and Knives placed in container along with a hot sauce, ketchup and Hot Rods own bbq sauce and a paper towel holder made from pipes and the paper towels, oh no not fancy bounty but good ole factory kind. Its kinda like if your Uncle Jethro from Tennessee invited you down for a bbq, and everything was out on the table with a help yourself attitude but a lot cleaner.
Ribs, bbq style or St. Louis style, wings, burgers and yes of course brisket. A large selection of sides and appetizers will fill your belly with "biker soul food".
Specials like 10 wings for five dollars and dollar drafts are a sheer plus along with being a very family friendly place, who just like your Uncle Jethro may appear at first scary but soon subsides with laughter and cheers from Mom, Dad and Kids!
I highly recommend Hot Rods In Wharton New Jersey, a corner place that represents Main Street American and not Wall Street.

Past, Present, and Future

12 Days from now I will walk in a event called Relay For Life for American Cancer Society. Though I hastily planned and prepared for the event I am feeling very ecstatic for finally participating in a event that is both meaningful and inspiring to myself and others.
I decided to call my Team, Past, Present, and Future. Past for those who suffered and past away and they not be forgotten, Present for those who struggle now and are fearful, Future for the hope that none shall feel the pain and worry of this terrible disease.

Pumpkins, Apples, and yuppies oh my!!

The sun shinned for what seemed like hours as compared to the long dreary soaked bleak days we have been having for here in the land of weird new jersey. As the sun pierced through the bedroom windows and softly warmed my naked skin, I arose with excitement from the sound of my wife suggesting we go apple picking at the "local farm". Dressed with flannel shirt and my Jack Skeleton hat and harvest spice coffee in hand ,we were off like two children with minds racing uncontrollably piloted by a insane child with the anticipation of delectable autumn treats. Yes the season of Hallows Day ,the Feast of the Dead, the roads covered with oranges, reds and greenish yellows leafs all to be flown in the air like a tornado spinning with a fierceness as cars race through county roads, jack o laterns blaze with glowish bright orange sheen, ten year olds on bikes moving like hell's howling wind, all to arrive to the hubble of a local farm sporting Halloweens essence that would make Samhain proud. As I step out of our car with mud beneath my feet, the scent of apples from the orchards  rose up to meet what seemed to be mountains from a Tolkien novel brushed my nose triggering memories of what it is to feel this time of year, the feeling of cooler and shorter days and luminous moon filled nights and pumpkins and mums give my eyes a sense of new found sight and the sweet salty smells of the near by snacks give my belly a rumble of new found hunger.
We have arrived at the near by local farm, corn mazes, pumpkin chunk'n, apple picking, tractor rides and laughter of near by children, yes we were here. As it rained heavly the night before and my wife's foot being sore we decided not to apple pick but instead to head into the "store" section of the farm. Dodging strollers, over sugared children and late thirty and early forty Clavin Klein clad ,over accessorized with constant beeping of smart phone adults, my wife and I finally made it inside!
Apples, donuts and hot cider is all we wanted but instead we were greeted with near trip falls, line cutting, and over all inconsiderateness from adults who pushed and shoved for local farm home grown treats, who let their children simply eat drink without paying. Like playing rugby my wife and I made to the counter to pay for our apples leaving behind our home made cinnamon donuts like soldiers of casualty. We went yonder to our car narrowly escaping over priced and under use fullness suvs jumped into our car and breathed with a sign of relieve and wiping sweat from our brow as if we just escaped a horde of orcs.
Was this our relaxing Autumn Sunday that just earlier startled my memories of Autumn excitement? Was this the family day of enjoying each other and your time, the time that is so easy lost to work and always complained about? Did we just leave the one of many farms that who worked long hours with even longer days to provide all of us with food we so take for granted that we even take without paying? Are farms just amusement for our dull under appreciated life? How can we appreciate anything or any one when we don't appreciate ourselves and treasure those times with a sense of generosity of slowing down and truly enjoying the moment and respecting that moment to others? We preached the good word when the Christmas tree is up and the happy black and white movies are on but I say that is not enough, for every season of everyday is a  time to celebrate and cherish for yourself and others.

True Friend

"The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get told that you're a god or a total bastard. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there like a beacon in the pitch black. I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go. But two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds."
Henry Rollins

True words from a unreal character

"Do you know where you are? You are at the Door to Dreams.

To Black Miracles and Dark Wonders-

Another Life of unknown pleasures....

And it's yours-

Complete the pattern.

Solve the Puzzle.

Turn the Key....."

-Pinhead

Green Devil

Slither and slide your wicked tongue up through my spine and around my neck

The Green Devil Dances with glimmer and sheen

Eyes water as they so uneasily gaze upon the undeniable truth of your desire

The Green Devil Dances with a fiendish laugh

False hopes cannot tear at what is not there

The Green Devil Dances with restless feet

Run and hide behind your veil of lies

The Green Devil moves in the shadows of all
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