Music
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Unusual? Boy, you’re telling me! I’m chomping at the bit to watch the newest DC rumor videos, but I’m pecking out a little something instead. Not sure which will be the better outcome. Six weeks ago – at least I think it was six weeks ago – I gave my thirteen year old granddaughter her…
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Aliens are real. Everything we’ve ever been told is a lie. Might as well celebrate.
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If this is the first time you’ve heard this recording, I can guarantee you it won’t be your last.
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Remember, there’s an entire generation of Jersey girls “who lost more than that in his backseat”, and it was considered to be the epitome of cool.
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Despite the recent neighborhood tragedy, it was a beautiful summer evening. I grabbed my wallet, strapped my acoustic to my back, and headed for Bishop. Full shades and no eye contact; I was on a mission. The first stop was the record store, where my son and I got to have some flip therapy. The…
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Both my Les Paul and my Hummingbird are Epiphone. They spoke to me and were priced fairly. When I play open mic’s and such, why do the Gibson players feel the need to approach me to flaunt the fact they own a more expensive version of what I have?
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I’ve lived in Oak Cliff, Texas for seven years. If you’re not from here, it’s on the other side of the Trinity River from downtown Dallas. For decades, that river has been the dividing line between rich poons and real folk. One block away from my front door sits a statue of SRV, but I…
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It appears to be a beautiful Dallas Saturday, and I had another guitar breakthrough. These small joys are worth the practice. I recommend that all gen x’ers suffering through middle-age pick up a hobby you failed from childhood. No one says you must do it in front of other people – that’s my curse –…
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There aren’t many photos of me and my baby because I’m just incredibly ugly. However, I made another guitar journey breakthrough tonight after plateauing a few months ago. Oddly enough, this horrible, tornadic thunderstorm split in half right before hitting downtown Dallas. I think you’re kind of welcome…
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For a couple of years now, I’ve been writing songs about everything but my wife. She’s not like any girl I’ve ever been in a relationship with, and none of my sappy, gen x, glam metal ballads were going to do the trick. Nah, my baby’s a rebel, so she needed a protest song. Enjoy!Lyrics…
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I’ve fought this song for nearly a year now. I’ve played it folk, I’ve played it country, and I’ve played it punk. I may have “glam-metal’d” it at one time or another. This is where I truly believe it needs to be left alone. So many other songs to work on that’ve just been sitting…
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Look, I know it’s only Tuesday, but if anyone’s looking for an afternoon weed-nap soundtrack, this is my latest recommendation.
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This isn’t a song making fun of women. This is a song calling out perverted men on the internet who keep the skin-trade alive and well in America. Lyrics and music (as simple as they may be; this is a very early draft song) property of Gonzo Wolf Productions LLChttp://revdarecloud.com
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And I can tell you what chord your farts make.
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I think it’s working. Trying to calm my nerves a bit before open mic. It’s been a minute.
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I’ve dilly-dallied long enough. Update: An 18 year old chick in a ballet dress sang some Jesus songs like Alanis Morissette. Sent me reeling. I don’t go to music venues to hear about Jesus, mostly because I’m excommunicated. Some other personal reasons, too. Keep it at church, please.
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Some of the best advice I ever received was from old men in porch swings. Who am I to squash that tradition? Preach to the universe; wish them the best. Thank you for watching. Love you guys.Lyrics and music property of Gonzo Wolf Productions LLCPreach truths, toke jokes, and shoplift Amazon
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