Michael Kindt's Blog, page 38

Save My Soul - The Wimple Winch(which I think was a move used on...

Save My Soul - The Wimple Winch

(which I think was a move used on me during a high school wrestling tournament in the early 90s.)

My back still hurts…

‘66 Garage Rock. Beautiful. I listened to their other songs and, yeah, this is the only one. Hopefully they made bank.

Have Love, Will Travel - The SonicsGreat song. I myself...

Have Love, Will Travel - The Sonics

Great song. I myself wouldn’t, however, travel. She should fucking come to ME.

So who’s winning the Olympics?

So who’s winning the Olympics?

Here’s a picture of my grandparents on the day they...

Here’s a picture of my grandparents on the day they graduated high school in 1944.

If you look closely, you will see that they are each holding a bottle of whiskey and are very drunk.

They married soon after and yadda yadda yadda, here I am.

Life is a helluva thing, ain’t it?

I come from a very musical family.

My son, of course. I started him on piano lessons at five just to see if he would like it. I actually had to MAKE him quit practicing at times. “Come eat supper, dammit!” It’s very interesting to meet a person, who, at the age of 6 knew exactly what he wanted to do with his life, and now here he is 23 and doing it exactly.

My mom was a classically trained pianist. My aunt also plays the piano. My uncle has been playing in local country bands for 30+ years. His whole adult life, basically. My nephew is a guitarist in a local punk rock band.

Me? I play the stereo.

"You don’t have a tv? What’s all your furniture pointed at?"

“You don’t have a tv? What’s all your furniture pointed at?”

- Joey Tribbiani

"If Homo Sapiens were, in fact, HOMO Sapiens, is that why they’re extinct?"

“If Homo Sapiens were, in fact, HOMO Sapiens, is that why they’re extinct?”

- Joey Tribbiani

So, like, sitting around on the couch, I somehow threw out my back.

I was all scrunched up and in severe pain. Also, my left arm didn’t work so good.

The lady in my life was all “Tiger Balm Patches!” but I was dubious. For one thing, she believes in chiropractors. I love her, but c'mon. Chiropractors? I’m a man of science.

I was in such pain, though, and she was so insistent that I let her slap one on me.

Nice.

The whole procedure smelled like Mentholatum, but it was still nice.

Two hours later, my back was feeling better. Much better. I got to thinking about the mind/body dichotomy.

Who cares if something is a placebo. If it works, it works.

Consider this a product endorsement, I guess.

I have a question.

If there is actually structural, institutional racism, as so many contend, how do you explain a black President? How did he, and he alone, slip past all supposed barriers? More importantly: Why?

Perhaps, if you can manage to answer these questions, you will stop being a whiny little pussy and actually stand up and take charge of your life like a human being. Barack did. He sure as shit did. He came from nowhere, but he was smart as a tack. He used that and got better and better until he was the goddamn President of the United States.

Pretty good, I’d say.

So forgive me if you’re sitting in your trailer snorting meth. My welfare money is SACRED.

The Who - Who Are You?Seriously. I made a post about how guitars...

The Who - Who Are You?

Seriously. I made a post about how guitars will never die in the face of electronica and computers because they’re too much fun. People will always seek out and play the guitar. Also, real drums. Banging on shit PHYSICALLY. God, it feels good. These anachronistic artists will listen to each other and also have a fan base. The whole thing will self-perpetuate for a thousand years. Guaranteed.

It’s not really about the audience, but the players. Fuck the audience. Let’s jam.

Even when we are able to just think music and have it become real, someone somewhere is going to be in a bedroom or basement biting his lower lip and trying to twist his fingers into B minor.