Blink of an Eye

I had a discussion the other day and the subject of my father being a farmer came up.  "Where does he farm?" the fella asked me, to which I quickly responded, "He passed away a few years ago..."  Then it hit me.  It wasn't a few years ago.  It isn't even ten years ago.  This past May marked the 15th anniversary of his death. I can't believe it.  Time flew by in the blink of an eye!

It's not often that things hit me like that.  The passage of time is fleeting.  It goes even faster than that, if your sitting behind a computer or game controller.  Many times I've sat down to check my email, then glanced up at the clock to discover that six hours had passed me by.  What the hell?

I remember years ago, playing Duck Hunt on the old generation one Nintendo game system.  I was going to have a quick game before turning in.  It wasn't until I saw the sun coming up, that I realized what I'd done.  That stupid laughing dog tricked me.

I shudder to mention the Tang story, but it makes for a good laugh.  Years ago, I lived in Edmonton for a short while.  During that time, I experimented a little bit with getting high on marijuana.  One particular night, we hit it pretty good and I disappeared, for what I'm told was a few hours.  When finally they came looking for me, I was discovered in the kitchen, eating grape tang out of the cannister and I'd been doing so, one finger at a time.  The next morning, when I woke up, I thought I'd broken my finger as it was stained a deep eggplant purple.  I took a helluva ride, that night.

Today, I was in my car driving home from an appointment.  Usually I listen to Howard Stern, but it was a repeat where they were goofing on Oprah, so I tuned into another channel.  Pink was playing and the song was "Don't Let Me Get Me".  It's catchy and I like Pink, so I let it play.  Looking down at the screen on my Sirius receiver, I was shocked to see that the song was released in 2002.  "F*ck me!" I uttered out loud to myself.  "I remember when that was new!"  When did Pink become a retro-tune?  Twelve years since it's release.  I'm feeling frickin' ancient, right now.  Thanks a lot, Father Time, you prick!

Cool-Ass Musical Motherf*ckers

I will not protest the fact that I am a fan of Alecia Moore, better known the world over as Pink! It's undeniable that the woman has got some pipes. She can really sing. A fact that is so rare these days, what with all the bubble gum pop stars that are hitting the airwaves. But beyond that, Pink is just a cool shit.

I do not doubt that she could kick my ass in a fair fight. She seems ultra-tough. Not that I'm one to condone violence against women, but there is something about her, that I find completely intimidating. Like she'd be cool one minute, then ripping a guy's head off the next. Perhaps it's bi-polarism. I don't know. But she is cool as f*ck! This is my belief.

Pink, in my opinion, is also the modern-day, female version of what Elvis Presley was in the 50's and 60's. Right down to the snarl even. The only thing missing is the slicked back greasy hair and the cheesy lame-ass movies. Although, according to IMDB.com she has appeared in a couple of flicks. Nothing as cheesy as Elvis' "Harum Scarum", "Blue Hawaii" or "Spinout", just to name a few.

Both, in my books, are cool-ass musical motherf*cker's, a term I coin with much admiration. But the one thing that I like more about Pink, than I do Elvis, is that she doesn't seem to rely heavily on the narcotics, as the late King of Rock 'n' Roll seemed to throughout much of his life. Even with troubled childhood she claims to have had after the divorce of her parents.

This is the one thing that I've always had a problem understanding with musicians. Why all the f*ckin' drugs?!? I can understand cutting loose and getting f*cked up on Jack Daniels once in awhile, although I don't know about the Jack, per se, but getting wild, I get! Getting harped up on uppers and downers and all the shit in between? F*ck that! The adrenaline you get from the screaming fans should be enough of a drug. If you wanna hallucinate, then f*ck it. Hire people to act out hallucinations for you. You got the cash! Don't buy a waterfall for in the bedroom of your second home on the east coast, when you don't even stay there when you're in town anyway. Use that money to pay actors to throw around midgets and spank donkey's or whatever tickles your fancy that day!

....But I digress. Pink? F*ckin' A-cool! Elvis? After it's all said and done, he was (and still is) one cool-ass motherf*cker!!!

'Nuff said!

Have a nice weekend!!!!