Raz Cue's Blog, page 3

I'm Only Semi-Lazy, So I'll Eventually Post More Pictures From This Era.

I know, I know, I've been hinting about a treasure trove of early G N' R related photos, and that I would be posting the stuff post haste. Well I've been digging, sorting, scanning, yada yada and it turns out that although I do have some treasures my collection doesn't quite hit trove level. Although I am not quite sure how to quantify a trove, I think I'd know it if I saw it. With that being said, I'll try to get a few pictures up every week or so. Feel free to share and tell all your friends about the greatest memoir ever committed to print, then tell them about my book, The Days of Guns, & Raz's! This is a picture of Axl Rose from either the last few weeks of 1984, or very early 1985. Right around the time Guns N' Roses formed. If I remember correctly, the location is the tattoo shop where Axl got the tattoo redone. I could be wrong, but it's probably Sunset Tattoo and the image is based on Thin Lizzy's Black Rose album art. An excellent album, but it is probably better to spend your hard earned dollars on some crippled fucks' stellar memoir.

Let's Work Together!

I know many honest, hardworking, creative, compassionate, intelligent patriots who love President Trump. But, I also know many honest, hardworking, creative, compassionate, intelligent patriots who hate Trump. There’s not a Nazi or bigot amongst the group. Almost overnight, all grey area’s vanished. Polarization was not an accident. I must ask: Can we all agree that purposely dividing folks into opposing groups has only one purpose? It really is the “Elites” against us, the great unwashed. At least that’s how them motherfuckers look at the average citizen. Please, I’m begging, make a conscious decision to not be divided. Let’s stand united, unconquered!

I'm Finally Ready to Forgive the Raiders

Back in 1995 it hurt when you up and quit me. No warning, nothing. One season you were there, then I was left wondering what I did to you. I gave up the Rams for you and that was how I was repaid. The Traitors, that's what you became. I even started seeing the Broncos, hoping that it'd hurt you. You didn't care. Wallowing in mediocrity, or worse, you went on playing your fucking games. It didn't take long to get over you, because when you split town I got to watch a lot more Sunday games on free TV due to those double headers you never told me about. I became a fair weather fan, rooting for every underdog team that was written off in preseason making a run in the playoffs, except for the Cowboys. Hail to the Redskins! But now you plan to move back to my city, and it makes me think you missed me. I know you won't admit it, but why are you moving so close, then? So I'll make the first move and say it out loud, Raiders I forgive you. Please don't break my heart again. Broncos jersey to the Goodwill! Jackson 5 "I Want You Back

Less is More -- More or Less

I can't remember the first time I heard that "less is more" saying. Unlike when I first heard, "failure is not an option." It was in the Apollo 13 movie. Which isn't true, failure is always an option. How you react, learn or  ignore a failure is what truly matters. But when it comes to less of something actually providing greater results and beneficial outcomes I'm a believer. Through the course of my life, I've run into dozens of more is more folks, they be like, "If two aspirin are good, Ima gonna take four." Or why just drink three shots of tequila when they can slam ten? I could actually list several real examples of that shit, but less is more. Let's tie this all together with my new found blogging bug. I haven't even been doing this shit for a month yet, and for the first few weeks I set an artificial standard to create at least one blog every day. And I did. A few days ago I re-read my body of blog-work, and found it quite easy to tell which ones were me merely going through the motions to create something just to say I did. I then decided to save my blogging time for talking about things that catch my fancy, instead of B.S. myself through a few sentnces and a song. Maybe even put a little more time and thought into them, and sleep on'em to see if I still respect them in the morning. We'll see if that'll make ya'll look forward to my posts even more, too.Billy Idol "Rebel Yell"

The Doctor Said I Am Going To Die

Some day. :)  If it wasn't for some bureaucratic bullshit, I would never have had to venture out into the 117 degree inferno known as spring in Las Vegas. So before I hit the doctor's office, to pick up some paperwork required to satisfy the pencil necked clerk holding up my much needed medical supplies, I went and got me a speeding ticket. And because I'm innocent (until proven guilty), and I fucking hate court far more than any reasonable, law abiding malcontent should, I immediately went and hired myself one of those traffic-ticket lawyers. It's a win-win. You see, even if I lose, pay full amount, get the points, and the judge rapes my cat, at least I didn't have to go to court. It's all uphill from there. And on the bright side, if I get that shit dismissed, I might be able to squeeze in another twenty-five years of ticket-less high-speed motoring.Deep Purple: "Speed King"

Hotter Than a Witch Tit

Or is it which tit? Is that a movie about a disabled witch, who can only move one boob? My Left Tit. As is often the case, that's not what I was gonna talk about when I wrote my title. I often get a little sidetracked.But seeing as I haven't smoked pot in over two years, I can remember right where I dropped off the main track and then right my ship. Or is it write my ship? I love words, way more than they love me. Wait, I just did that shit again. Okay, so I was just here to give a "Fabulous" Las Vegas weather report. We're looking at 110 today, and are expecting that much or more heat for at least a week. I love the heat, especially when I'm inside with air conditioning. Two more days of antibiotics before I can again drink me some ice cold beers, so there's that to look forward to. Every time I open the fridge, it seems like those Sam Adams are mocking me. But I'll get the last laugh real soon and those Sam Adams will be pissed.Lynyrd Skynyrd: "Made In the Shade"

Happy Father's Day

I've always wondered why they don't call it mother fucker's day. Can I write that? Just did. Folks tell me that I woulda been a great dad. Maybe so? All I know is that I've had more than a few chicks call me "papa." So let's dance."Papa Was a Rolling Stone"

I Love I Hate and I Don't Care

I, of course, am referring to computers. As a left-handed nine word per minute typist, gotta love technology. Photoshop is pretty awesome, too. I mean, back n the day I'd pay mucho bucks and then wait at least a few days to get a graphic that I can now knock out at home quite quickly. Minutes or hours. Computers save time, except when they don't. That's when I get the hate going on. I'm two weeks into a brand new (mostly) kick-ass computer, and there are a few exceptionally minor software flaws that I have spent several hours trying to work around or fix. Then I spent more hours. Then it was a few days on and off trying to...details spared to avoid boring shit. I don't care more than you don't care so I'll get back into my penniless Bill Gates mode and try to get all this shit spinning like a top before lunch.Sublime: "Badfish"

Age Is Not Just a Number

Well, that's what a judge once told me. That was many moons ago and I learned that no matter how many babies a girl has, I was statutorily required to check ids. Next thing I knew I had been in all fifty states without ever leaving my car or bedroom. I'd like to explain further my belief that laws often contradict science, and at make love a crime. But I fear even if I wrote a War and Peace length exposition, with all the nuanced positions, historical facts and possibly a few cringe-worthy laugh-lines I'd still be misunderstood. I'm not denying that to the casual observer I most likely come off as a perv. Lol, "come off as a perv." Ok, so as I was saying...Now that I'm in my fifties, a hot-young-chick is a woman in her thirties. Putting years behind us is such a strange thought process. Mentally, at times I still feel like an immature doofus. But nowadays the mirror never lies to me,  unlike in the 80s when it would say, "You know you want more coke, Raz."The biggest mind-fuck of my advanced years is when I see someone who looks ancient and then realize that they're my age, or possibly a half decade younger. Trust me, I'm not bitching about getting old. Wait, yes I am!Steve Miller Band: "Dance Dance Dance

Even Careful Wishes Will Kick You in the Nuts

There's a company called Legacy Box that's been advertising like a motherfucker lately. It's a digital conversion service, photos, audio, video and old home movies are the main formats they convert. It caught my ear about the thousandth time I heard the radio pitch. Plus there was a coupon. I'm a sucker for a coupon, and I have 186 rolls of Charmin to prove it. But that's another blog? Back in the 80's I attended "film school" at my nearby community college, and so I got myself a Super 8 film, movie camera. Around that time -- get ready for my first blog name drop -- my friends Guns N' Roses were on a rocket ship to the top of the Billboard charts. In August of 88, we all happened to be in a New Jersey conference room at the same time. Plus there was a photographer there snapping the band's photo for the cover of Rolling Stone magazine. I captured a roll of herky-jerky flickering Super 8 while I watched them pose. A few days later, I shot a second roll backstage at Giants Stadium before G N'R's show. When I got back to L.A., I took my film to the lab, and later watched my 6-ish minutes of film to make sure it be good. I tucked that shit away, always planning on digitizing it, but at the same time scared to let it out of my possession for fear that it would be lost. Fast forward to 2017, I finally decided to convert my Super 8 movies to a modern format, and searched high and low but could only find one of the reels of film. I packed up my Legacy Box and sent it off. It took forever, like 8 weeks, and yesterday I got my DVD back. They also returned all my originals, some photos, a few slides and that film reel with a sticker on it; "This reel is blank. We are unable to digitize it."Fleetwood Mac: "Oh Well"