31 December 2010

Letter to Jazz Cafe to book Akron/Family / Futurebirds!

----- Original Message -----
From: "XXXXX XXXXXXX" <visionsofhorus@gmail.com>
Sent: Thursday, December 30, 2010 4:39:47 PM
Subject: Forgive me if this is not protocol...
Can I suggest a band to book at the Jazz Cafe perhaps? I don't know if this is the proper procedure... 
They're called "AKRON/FAMILY", and if that doesn't yield the correct goods, then you can always shoot for another band called "FUTUREBIRDS". 2 quite different styles, but one in the same. GOOD VIBES.
I've been to the Jazz many a time to see Cabinet mostly, and among others, Jackie Greene, Mark Karan, Jam Stampede, etc. and I believe these guys would not only make for a good show, but they would bring such a great crowd... ESPECIALLY Akron/Family.
Okay, enough of my rambling... Thank you for your time, and if you read anything in this email, The Jazz Cafe is one of my favorite venues... Thank you, and ALL involved, right down to the bartenders, for all you do.
-XXXXX XXXXXXX
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On Dec 30, 2010, at 8:05 PM, tom40fort@XXXXXXX.NET wrote:
Jesse,   Thanks so much for your kind words.   Check out the band hear about them in the past.  I will see what I can do.  You think they would have a good draw at the Jazz Cafe?   Peace Tom Moran
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From: XXXXX XXXXXXX <visionsofhorus@gmail.com>
Subject: Re: Forgive me if this is not protocol...
Date: December 31, 2010 10:13:12 AM EST
To: tom40fort@XXXXXXX.NET
First off, Happy New Years Eve, and I really, really appreciate you getting back to me!
I'm sure they would bring a great crowd... 
Akron/Family would bring the deadhead crowd, while futurebirds would bring the cabinet/pappy/jerry-grass crowd. Quasi-country. There's pedal steel and boy is it a heartbreaker!
Was even thinking about it this way:
Akron/Family ENCOURAGES taping and if Mr. Keith Litz. got out there with those schoeps and (crossing fingers) even a Soundboard matrix, everyone is happy. 
I wouldn't miss EITHER show for the world and I'm sure that there are countless others out there that know about them and will come. Akron/Family is partly from Williamsport as well. Both of them have even had write-ups in Relix, while Akron/Family even had a song featured on one of their compilation CDs. (Let me know if you want an uploaded copy of the song-just throwing that out there) It's a smokin' version of Lovelight from over in the UK.
I am not sure about the taping policy of Futurebirds...
Anyway, I can't thank you enough for getting back to me, I would assume you are a very busy individual ESPECIALLY considering the holidays. 
--->I was at the Jazz again last night for the Bog Country Band and to see Pappy. 
Would like to say, if you sit down and/or do not shake your money maker during any of those shows with those musicians involved; any incarnation, you MUST be either A.) a fascist (doesn't even deserve to be capitalized!, or B.) a presidential bodyguard. 
In those comical terms, with my requested bands, you would have the same results as a night like last night: A good time will be had by all, a great environment, and surely the musicians will not forget such a wonderful diamond in the rough. 
ONCE AGAIN, Thank you for carrying Bill Graham's torch, he's smiling down at you. :)
If there is anything I can do in terms of info on the bands or anything, let me know. I have a lot of helpful links.
-Happy New Years Eve,
XXXXX X..


UPDATE:

From: tom40fort@XXXXXXX.net
Subject: Re: Forgive me if this is not protocol...
Date: January 6, 2011 2:59:15 PM EST
To: XXXXX XXXXXXX


Thanks for the info check the calender.  I see what I can do


20 December 2010

Dear Thinker,

Hoarfrost

I PUT MY FEET DEEP IN THE TRACKS THAT YOU MADE
WALKED BEHIND YOU OFF INTO THE WOOD
WE'LL KNOW WHERE WHEN WE GET THERE YOU SAID
AND WE BOTH KNEW WE WOULD

HIGH ABOVE LIKE A SPIDER
THE COLORS TURNING BROWN
FREEWAYS PASSING BY US
I TOOK YR HAND AND WE KNELT DOWN

WHEELS PADDLE WHEELS PADDLE MOVEMENT AS WE GO
TREES PASSING TREES PASSING SIGNS ALONG THE ROAD
A VIEW THRU THE TREES TO A COUPLE IN THE SNOW
A VIEW THRU THE TREES TO A COUPLE STANDING IN THE SNOW

SUDDENLY THE TREES WERE FLASHING BY US
CLOUDS REFLECTING FAST ACROSS YOUR EYES
WE TURNED INTO A FROZEN MEADOW
THE WIND THE ONLY SOUND

WE'LL KNOW WHERE WHEN WE GET THERE YOU SAID
WE'LL KNOW WHERE WHEN WE GET THERE YOU SAID

-Lee Ranaldo, 1997 (Words)
-Tom Thumb, 2010 (Photos)

19 December 2010

It's true sir, or ma'm.

Rational is good and while we're on the subject, Sunday is for gloves, Monday is for boots, and Friday is naked and selfish.

14 December 2010

Ok, you know who you are

ok, look.... I have so much to write, but nothing comes out right now...why is tht?.....

Part After 2

It's so fun, but it's always so damn cold here!!
Im bundled up in about 30 layers, and when broken down into just how many people and "other" layers went into creating such an atrocious piece of clothing it is ridiculous. Just here I am reaching forward to overcome the gravitational pull created within my sleeves. It might be the souls that are trapped in the very fabric. A bit devilishly nasty.
>IT ALL HAPPENED<
Purples and pinks. The futuristic phosphorescent internals. Sharp; stalactites. Digital signals, another language that I couldn't interpret. Mumbles and squarbles, all muffled. Movement on the other side of the paper thin cell, but more of the same, as far as whatever could see. Captive? Birth? Different stages thereafter, flashbacks, or "flash-forwards" rather, of another life with the same surroundings. Pinks and Purples become Deep Red's and Blue's. Another vocabulary, uncontaminated. Curvy jaw bones; the side of a face? More and more digital noise, still a bit muffled. Retrospect digi-reel. Masses of colors throbbing about, just about coral reef in nature. Swimming to the "top" and then descending back down. I almost have complete control, yet I cannot move. Screeching and somewhat yelling and then LIGHT. The same wish of reliving the effortless days of high school had manifested themselves in the form of this whole other session-beast.
It had happened: Someone/something else's shoes, even though I feel like they were more "house slippers" than anything, revisiting the whole thing. I was supposed to be comfortable I suppose, and I was, however there wasn't here. I had a different family, and now, a second family... Ever been a complete outcast to society? Barricade yrself and block yr ears in a room through WWI and reemerge to that new life. Quite similar.
Cherish Earth. Cherish yourself, as the saying goes: you don't know what you have 'til it's gone.

11 December 2010

MAJOR NOTE TO TRAVELER

You NEED to have something, someONE, to guide you. It's nothing that hasn't been said before. It's simply just a way of saying things a different way, such as when you thank Jesus for so many things, but why you never blame him. Yr reminder should serve as what you would like to return to, and it should serve you well.

Remember, when yr in the duldrums and you hear that coughin sound, you need either:
A.) A reminder of who you are
B.) Read A.

It's almost a fLesh start, however, it should only serve as a reminder as you want to come out ahead. You might not have wanted this at all in the beginning, but you end up in the situation. It's the tumbling action from the marshaling of momentum.
Metaphorically, you need something (a tool) or someone (a liberated set of hands) to peel back the thin thin layer that which was bestowed upon you. [Be sure to gather up the remainder.] Don't settle with what you've got as this is not the end. Don't just think "because these are 'circle' and blue, they must be blueberries." No. They're not.

Part 2

SPEEL CHECK AND GRAMMAR CHECK IS "ON"
and the last one was part 1
and some albums that are riddled away in another era that you don't know or refuse to know
the silence
the thoughtlessness of a holiday in the year
and the non-existent warmth

the bus came around 5pm, well, it came awhile back actually, sometime before part 1 I guess. Then there was this big long period of thumbing around paper work and sortin' an' crunchin' numbers. I don't know. so i got on.
so here we go, or i go, because you just wont EVER get it now, considering your vantage.
so there were times when there was worry and often more, (not "confusion" for lack of better ____) and maybe the bus even went back in time for a bit. how delightful, yet for someone of your vantage, once again, have NO idea. It's not an idea, and there was no yanking of a jingle-jangle involved, pure automatic door. Shit, I didn't even have to walk before it, I opened for the door.
so then there was a second of misguidance and off with the right and off with the left.
LO AND BEHOLD we have lift off with first: a fine selecion (speel check is "ON", there is an accent for god's sake) from 1968, on March 17 to be exact, and that's the anniversary of a fine Penn's Peak-er if I may say so.
I think my left (or right if it ever mattered at this point-and I mean EVER) is still lost back there in '68 which would 'splain why the "i ran out of ()<-clone RIGHT OR LEFT" is always in search of the other. 
Anyway, back to the ship of fools, er I mean bus:
so then we have ourselves contemplating at this particular point in time,
"where and when and why and who and HOPEFULLY NOT a who.... oohohoho boy"
and all during this time you can imagine
"well well well, he can't be saying all of this out LOUD, what'll the NEIGHBORS think?" 
but I almost was... almost...  but along we roll.... and eventually I tried looking out another window of the bus for a bit and that didnt work out so I metaphorically whipt my head around faster than Miles. So there,  i continued suit.
>maybe minutes passing<
In lieu of experimentation, strike a match and that quick another one from '68, but this one is 2 months, 4 days, and 5 minutes down the street. Oh so groovy, yet there was too much analysis.
>maybe minutes passing<
LO AND BEHOLD! (there can be 2! i know, right?!) we have ourselves yet ANOTHER fine selection! (this one is not accented because it's a BIT newer)
1978.
what a fine year and this really proves it. what's that? what day? well well well... a bit of reach-search tips my head towards October 21st, which was coincidentally, ALSO a Saturday.
There was a moment of "you stupid disrespectful American" but not in the way you would ever think. We we're being disrespectful and we needed that shove of different air. It's not so bad. It's actually not bad at all, really. It feels kind of good. I can really get off subject here on this, and I REALLY don't want to get off subject, but you kind of have to really understand this. You have to be open to completely understand, and it's even harder to keep composure; to restrain yrself from yelling like all the other "Americans" surrounding you. I guess this is really what kind of inspired this whole "monologue" if-i-ever-saw-one, but I was sitting there trying to understand their way and it was hard to keep in mind that "their" was still not them, but rather silhouettes of "them". A torch or 11 was passed along for sure, maybe a few got burned, I don't know, it doesn't really matter.
So into this one we go after getting it, and there were moments within moments of inter-inner-ness and collaboration between old and new alike. Even now, i'm living about a half hour, give or take, ahead of it. Well-we'll, put it this way:
If you take this whole bus ride thing, and bracket it, like your contempt, you can combine it with anything you gather and it becomes part of the genetics; think simple algebra; 2(#) and why stop there? so in businessman terms: at that point, you can go back decades and decades and find me, but this is now, and you'll not be so lucky.
If I ever ever found one torch of light, it was the headlights that came in the form of another "LOCOmotive" coming right at me. All I remember was the trading of paint and sparks. On the side, It read, "Sugaree". There was a vortex, and it was getting ripped in all different directions. Intricate webs of globby paint and dripping branches. The first ever [documented] Calm Madness. Oh, So much paint was at stake, quite beautiful, and Here I Was with my cup in hand gathering it all up....

10 December 2010

Prelude

Black sheet covering the skylights
Someone's been painting; or is about to paint
I've been wading in the knee deep collaborations
Trying not to swim while not trying to try
Cool Hand Luke with one finger
This is my brush stroke
While I need more colors, I need not search
Theoretically, the color should already be with the ancients
In the grave not taken to
I've cleaned my brush in the conscious one too many
It's a sink hole up there
It's a headache the size of a roof and missing ivory
There's a song about it and Neil Young once wrote that it was the most beautiful love song ever written
When I get my color, I'll paint myself a horse and buggy and rescue all the warm from the cold (or maybe it's the cold from the warm?)(maybe my horse and buggy will be a herse) and we can uncover those skylights once and for all.

54:12!

I Just nabbed this:


NOTES
This circulates as "Tuesday Night Jam" with: Jerry Garcia, Jorma Kaukonen, Jack Casady, Elvin Bishop, Steve Miller, Mickey Hart, and Will Scarlett. All those names except Will Scarlet are listed on the poster, which says it was a benefit ($1 admission) - but doesn't say what the benefit was for! The poster calls this a "Rock Jam" and says it will be "Heavy". This used to circulate as "Unknown '67 from the Matrix". Jorma was asked and he does remember this. 
Setlist:
d1t01 - Jam
d1t02 - Good Shepherd ->
d1t03 - Jam
d2t01 - My Babe ->
d2t02 - My Baby Told Me
d2t03 - Key To The Highway

Track 1 is 54:12 in duration!
It is SMOKIN'....
Go out and find it for yrself and for damn sure you will have a great night tonight. Who needs to go out? Have an ole' 11-12%-er and and let Jack C and Mickey H get the momentum goin' on those strings you'll be slidin' up and down, enjoy that ride.

I have made it a personal goal to find every Tuesday Night Jam that I can, as I already own about 4 from over the years... Trade anyone?

HUNTER SEAMONS TO THE RESCUE!

Thank you Seamons...

08 December 2010

Conclusion 3

Trying to teach someone what an analogy is, without using an analogy, is like trying to teach a blind man what a color is.

02 December 2010

....bombs away

Bombs away, well I guess I'm back in love again
Hey look out now, round and around we go
This'll bring me ruin, though I suppose it's pleasin
Well I've changed the eyes I gaze in, still she's just another girl
I need more than a trade-in, guess I'll have to change the world

Strike up the band, I believe I'll have this dance
You'll raise that glass again my friends
Oui, d'accord je suis charmant, mais elle est si facile, yeah
Well I've changed the tune I dance to in this gay ole social whirl
But if I get a chance to I might just change the world

And it's just the same old movie, been playin here for years
I could use a chance of scenery, but when I get there I'm still here

Comin soon, hey, another day in paradise
Au theatre presque tu
And they'll be showin it forever
So let them keep parading, give them all batons to twirl
For me the splendor's fading, I'll have to change the world

And it's still the same old movie, and I seen it all before
Hell, one more run through won't outdo me, but I would love to know what for
Yeah what for
I would love to know what for
I would love to know what for

Bombs away, I guess I'm back in love again
Hey look out now round and around we go
Bombs away, I guess I'm back in love again
Oooh, back in love again
Look out I'm back in love again, in love again
In love again
Look out I'm back in love again, in love again...


Letter To Geico

TO GEICO
General Category: Feedback about my experience with GEICO
Specific Category: Comments
State: PA
Comments: I am a member. I do not have my policy number handy, 
otherwise, I would provide it. I received in the snail mail today, a 
letter telling me how to receive a discount on my insurance by signing 
up for homeowners insurance or some other insurance type. I will be 
honest, I ripped it up like every other credit card offer. All was fine,
I continued my day. Hours later I check my email and there's the same 
letter! 
What I am disturbed about is not that I feel ”spammed” at all, however, 
what I am disturbed about is that a tree (or 2 or 3 or 4) was wasted on 
what could have just been an email. I understand that my experience with
Geico cannot be COMPLETELY customized, but please try to have a green 
plan, or a small change. I have all email mail where I can and it's far 
and few between that I receive any letter from Geico but I am sure I'm 
not the only one this happened to. It adds up. 
If there is a way to completely opt out of any type of snail mail from 
Geico, save for actual insurance cards, I want to sign up, although I 
thought I already had. I will search for a way tonight. Thank you! I 
hope this is taken as constructive criticism.
-XXXXX XXXXXXX - XXXXXXXXXXXX
FROM GEICO
Case: 9659XX
Dear XXXXX XXXXXXX:
Thank you for your Internet request.  I am happy to assist you today!
I apologize for your frustration, and I can understand your concerns.  
Please feel free to log in to your policy and sign up for ePolicy and 
eBill.  This will ensure that you receive all of your policy paperwork 
via email.
To enroll in our online Policyholder Service Center, please go to 
geico.com and click on "Sign up now" and complete the simple enrollment 
process.  Once you have enrolled, you may log in with your new User ID 
and password to begin managing your policy online.
Please let me know if I can be of any further assistance. 
Thank you for insuring with GEICO and using our online services.  We 
appreciate your business.  
Sincerely,
Audrey Myszka
GEICO Internet Representative
______________________________

Really? that's yr response? no.... really?.....really?.... REALLY!?
Yes, Audrey, I will ask for you specifically next time since you were of great assuagement.

30 November 2010

Theresa's Sound-World





LIGHT GIRL COMES WALKING THRU THE CORN,
FREE
LIGHT BLUE VIBRATION THRU THE SEA
I KNOW I'D LOVE HER TO BREATHE AGAIN
LIGHT CUBES ARE TALKING HER DOWN
I'VE BEEN A WASTED DAY
LIGHT SPINNING ROUND A SAINT
LIGHT COLORED WILD SIGNS
THERESA TALKIN' THE RAIN
LIGHT GIRL BE GLOWIN THRU TOWN
WINDOWS ARE THOUGHTS IN DISDAIN
I KNOW I'D LOVE HER TO STAY
WHISPERING SIGNS ARE AGREEING
LIGHT TALKING GOLD INTO RAIN
LIGHT DRIVING DARK INTO SAINT
A CAT IN GOLD GOES ALONE
THERESA'S SOUND FOR THE KING

28 November 2010

With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
Oh, who do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last,
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
who could they get to carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I put them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace,
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,
And your basement clothes and your hollow face,
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims,
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,
Who among them would try to impress you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss,
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this,
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug,
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs,
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,
Who among them do you think could resist you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide.
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm,
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm,
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms,
How could they ever, ever persuade you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row,
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show,
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold,
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul,
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

Two Soldiers

He was just a blue-eyed boston boy
His voice was low in pain
"I'll do your biddin', comrade mine,
If I ride back again
But if you ride back and I am left
You'll do as much for me
Mother, you know, must hear the news,
so write to her tenderly."
She's waiting at home like a patient saint,
Her fond face pale with woe
Her heart would be broken when I am gone
I'll see her soon, I know.
Just then the order came to charge
For an instance, hand touched hand
They said, "Aye!" and away they rode,
That brave and devoted band.
Straight was the track to the top of the hill
the rebels, they shot and shelled
Plowed furrows of death through the toiling ranks,
And guarded them as they fell
There soon came a horrible, dying yell
From heights that they could not gain
And those whom doom and death had spared
Rode slowly down again
But among the dead that were left on the hill
was the boy with the curly hair
The tall dark man who rode by his side
Lay dead beside him there
There's no-one to write to the blue-eyed girl
The words that her lover had said.
Mama, you know, awaits the news,
And she'll only know he's dead.

20 November 2010

Shake Shake Mama - Bob Dylan

I get the blues for you baby when I look up at the sun
I get the blues for you baby when I look up at the sun
Come back here, we can have some real fun

Well it's early in the evening and everything is still
Well it's early in the evening and everything is still
One more time, I'm walking up around the hill

Shake shake Mama like a ship going out to sea
Shake shake Mama like a ship going out to sea
You took all my money and you gave it to Richard Lee

Down by the river judge Simpson's walking around
Down by the river judge Simpson's walking around
Nothing shocks me more than that old clown

Some of you women, you really know your stuff
Some of you women, you really know your stuff
But your clothes are all torn and your language is a little too rough

Shake shake Mama, shake until the break of day
Shake shake Mama, shake until the break of day
I'm right here baby, I'm not that far away

I'm motherless, fatherless, almost friendless too
I'm motherless, fatherless, almost friendless too
It's Friday morning going to Franklin Avenue

Shake shake mama, raise your voice and bay
Shake shake mama, raise your voice and bay
If you're goin' on home, better go the shortest way

16 November 2010

Definition Of The Day

Big Burger: An alternate name for meatloaf for those of us who associate 'loaf' with terd, but still wish to enjoy this wonderful meal.

05 November 2010

Furthur

The 3 night run @ Red Rocks...

The 25th (2nd Night) is a MONSTER when you've had a bit of tea...

25 October 2010

Top reasons to visit Scranton (and some reasons to stay)

A countdown of the top reasons to visit (or stay) in the Scranton area.
I'll name a few of the things that highlight this area that you'll never forget.


5
River Street Jazz Cafe 
     The River Street Jazz Cafe seems to be the center of all things good. So many great acts come through here and it's such a great up-close-and-personal place to see them. For Steve Kimock to go from being on tour with RatDog across the country and filling large venues, to coming to this little place is almost a no-brainer. Come down and have dinner and enjoy a show... You will not be let down... This is a great place...
COME SEE CABINET USUALLY PLAYING ONCE A MONTH AND BRING YR DANCING SHOES!


4 
And The Moneynotes / Cabinet 
                                (Official Band Website)       (Official Band Website)
     And The Moneynotes: These guys really know how to put on a show. Influences from '60's hair greasers, '66 mercury sounds, '30's jug-band clickity-clack, and pirate ballads?! Come and see this extremely talented group who will most likely be playing at The Bog, or even as far as The Appalachian Brewing Co. (A.B.C.) If you don't get up and dance and laugh a few times at one of these shows, then consider me wrong. I would actually contemplate hiring these guys to play my wedding. This is no lie.
Check out their Daytrotter Sessions:
-->25 MARCH 2009
-->2008 OCTOBER 14
....after you do that, go and buy one of their albums:
Link To iTunes
     Cabinet: I don't care who you are, if you don't like these guys, there is something wrong. Add this one to the bucket list, trust me. Now sure, it might not be everyones crowd being the type of music it is... but there's no denying the influences present here. You've got Folk, Jam, Rock, Jazz, and countless others, all with a dash of the ole bluegrass dust. These guys really know how to put your shoes to work and they don't let up 'til the end of the show (which is over when THEY want it over). What a great bunch of guys too, they really are great people... Keep your eye out for them, and a new solo album by their banjo player Pappy Biondo called "Pappy Time" being released 11 / 16 / 2010. These guys are really building steam and you're either on the train or you're not, it's that simple.
-Cabinet's self-titled album can be found here: Cabinet (Ropeadope Records)
-Pappy's solo album can be found here: Prairie Queen Records


3 
The Bog 
     This place is one of the best bars going. The fact that it was mentioned many times on the TV show, The Office, reinforces the fact that it is unforgettable. Many nights, if you just happen to be walking by The Bog, you'll be drawn in by its warm and acoustic feeling. It's a constant party here and you'll most likely discover a new band or 2 while here... 
SIDE-NOTE: I am beyond convinced that The Bog has the last remaining jukebox with good stuff on it in all of NEPA. Thank you guys!



2
Goldstein's Deli 
     Well, well, well.... where to start with this place... I feel as if this place was literally ripped out of the ground in middle-class New York City and placed on the corner in Kingston just for me (or you considering they will make you whatever you want.) Their menu is all that you could ever hope for in a deli (or ANY restaurant for that matter). They have daily specials that offer up something different from the normal menu, not to mention a massive microbrew selection. You will not have a hard time finding what you want here, actually, picking just one thing is the hardest part. Ever see the sandwich from Pittsburgh that has french fries and cole slaw on it? Yeah, they have that here too...
To check out their menu and all the information to back up my summary, link to their site above...

1
Aurants 
     Number 1 is a no-brainer. Aurants in Duryea is by far the BEST restaurant in terms of everything that can be factored into an awesome restaurant review. Atmosphere, Menu, Beer, Service, People, Location, and Overall what they stand for. Anyone ever writing something bad about this place is trying to be different on their own, but there is no more room to be different. They truly are, "A Separation From The Rest". When you look at the menu, keep an open mind because this is what they are, a different take on usual items. In my mind, they are the outlaws of this area, not in a bad way, but because they can't be touched. It was a very daring move to open this restaurant in the area it resides. In one direction lies 14 pizza restaurants within 2 miles of each other, and in the other direction is a Polish heritage town. These guys almost act as the fulcrum point balancing the whole shebang. How did we survive without them?
    - These guys have run benefits including one for the Blue Chip Farm:
     -They use all "Free-Range" meats that do not include hormones, antibiotics, or any other garbage we shouldn't be eating. All food is made with care, love, and absolute madness. (Try the "Hellfire" wings!)
     Looking for something to wash all that food down? Well then... what would pair nicely with that delicious duck cheese steak? How about the Southwest Flair Ceviche Tuna Wrap? Ask one of your waiters! They will pair your food with something you may never have heard of, or something you love, just let them know. This is the place to be, and definitely call for reservations. See you there.
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Think something else should be on this list? Comment below...

  

19 October 2010

Today's Playlist (2010-10-19)

Someone better be listening to this somewhere...

A tale from another life


Guy pulls up next to me smiling and rolls his window down. Says, “I just drove up US 1, saw my ex-girlfriend, who I haven’t seen since probably the 3rd grade! She crossed over from the opposing lane, across my lane and down some street I’ve passed dozens of times. I wonder if she lives there?” 
I said, “Did she see you?”
He says, “Ya, she was all smiling and waving before I even had a chance to return the same, and kept driving. I knew that we were both right in the place we were supposed to be, at that given second”
I said, “Well, it was either you or her in that position. If everyone was in the right place at the right time all the time, then there would never be any problems or confrontations.”
Silent, he rolled his window up and drove away. I never saw him again [ELLIPSES]

17 October 2010

Conclusions


A list of conclusions: 
  • A Taco Bell cup in the park is absolutely the complete opposite of a diamond in the rough.
  • The only thing we truly give birth to is old age.
  • The red and white stripe straw in Hershey's syrup commercials is not sold anywhere in the continental U.S.
  • Everyone who has loved, claims that they're love is different, and therefore the best.

...and well, I don't know where the conclusion is in that last one but, let's just say the conclusion lies in the first word.




15 October 2010

A not-so weak-end

What a crazy weekend that was... 
...found a tie-dye leaf...
...but never did see that other mountains, other side...
...but go pretty damn close to seein' this mountains other side!

Good stuff.... do yrself a favor and go to Hunter Mountain...


     

08 October 2010

T'nite

It was crazy... Orange masses mixed with hues of brown and past-greens, yellows and reds. I was shrunk down to nothing but everything and drove along the snakes back around a dancing mirror as it licked the coastline. Why not build a bridge? Then the bridge came... what was a nice addition.

Marriedtothesea.com
We arrived unsure for sure, but it was very nice. Shortly after, we appeared on some street, indecisive. Then, in an antique accented [HI :D hehehehehehe] tavern (and that's because it was saturated in "over 300 beers", people spoke of Genghis Khan and teenagers. Hobgoblin Strong Ale and Tres Pistoles were flowing at some point, and then we floated out, with the same speed, impeded by 300ms, onto the sidewalk and down apiece to "The Spinning Room" for a Hex and Fire Rock; courtesy of Hawaii. There was a pole to the right and a couch behind it? This was not by any means the highlight of the night, but rather the low point. We will be returning shortly for sure.

07 October 2010


This week, its:


I am a HUGE fan of Southern Tier and this is just one that I haven't had... ITS AWESOME.
More notes soon..! Too busy drinkin' it!

05 October 2010

STOP EATING GOD DAMN MCDONALDS

Happy Meal Project 2.0: This Is What Chicken McNuggets Are Made Of

By: Kristian Laliberte

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While health advocates, foodies, and members of the public have known for a while what was inside the venerable Chicken McNugget, we have not until we peeped this Gizmodo article. So, please bear with us if you're already well acquainted with this information, and if you're not, well, we hope you have a barf-bag handy. In laymen's terms, what you're seeing is a mechanically separated chicken, which is what all fast-food poulet is made from. The entire chicken is pressed through a sieve (bones, guts, etc), and the end result is the pink, goop-like substance (sorry Gwyneth for tainting your word) you see above. Plus, because our feathered friends are covered in bacteria, they'll be soaked in ammonia before being reflavored artificially, then dyed with artificial color. We're sure there's a much more scientific way of making sense of this all, but we actually have no interest in learning more. Next time you're at Mickey Ds, we suggest ordering, well, nothing. Haven't you seen the Happy Meal project?


*Thanks again Sally Davies for leading us on the trail of finding food we will never, ever eat again.



From: http://www.refinery29.com/happy-meal-project-sequel-chicken-mcnugget-ingredients.php




I think i'm safe, I haven't eaten fast food in approx. 2 years. :)

02 October 2010

Todays Playlist (2010-10-02)

NO! The beer is not the playlist... 
                       ...but rather the playlist, is the beer! 

Miles Davis' Bitches Brew
-"SOCK IT TO ME!" 
-"AH PLEASE DON'T SAY THAT..."

I didn't realize, nor know, but the 40th anniversary of it's release was on the 31st of August [Orig. released in 1969] Good stuff....
Follow this link to read up on it... you might even want to order the 40th anniversary edition of the album... You can be damn sure that I am.
Also, check out the beer if you like a nice hefty Russian imperial stout. AMAZING. It's by Dogfish Head and it's limited, so... 

     So go on and buy yrself a bottle or 3, dust off yr record player, phonograph or what-have-you and sit back and enjoy... 
Listen to the entire album, and even better if you have The Complete Bitches Brew Sessions, when you hit the sitar in "The Little Blue Frog", that's right about when you'll be liquified and vibratin' from Miles' horn; trying to tear you apart. But fear not as John McLaughlin's guitar will be there to rattle yr bones and shake yr walls makin' you invent the newest kind of dance this side of Mars.   BUY HEADPHONES!