All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy

SoldsoulI need someone to show me the things in life that I can’t find
I can’t see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind
– Paranoid, Black Sabbath

Monday again. Another weekend blows by. Ever see a dead woman in a casket? Now you have. ———> We Sold Our Soul For Rock and Roll. Black Sabbath inside album cover, 1976-ish.

The last couple of years, Black Sabbath (with Ozzy, Butler, Iommi) have been rumored to be making new music and touring. When I hear these things I take it with a grain of salt. Ozzy and Sharron are pretty ruthless about contractual and legal issues in the past on any reunions, Iommi comes down with cancer, Ozzy falls off the wagon and starts popping pills and drinking, and well you get the idea.

Outside of all those things, Black Sabbath is probably the genesis and father of all things heavy metal. No one would know the name Ozzy Osbourne if there was no Black Sabbath.  Sabbath was around and making music in 1968-69.

Doing a little internet surfing this weekend I see the North American tour dates have been expanded and guess who is going to see Black Sabbath? I go into these types of concerts with an open mind and low expectations. As a music lover, I categorize these concerts in the same light as seeing The Who, Santana, Clapton/Cream, Rolling Stones, Plant/Page as last of the greatest who defined rock music with the long gone other greats. You just have to go to say you saw them. I have seen Ozzy before and even years ago they’ve had to wheel his old ass out on stage in a wheelbarrow, I think he has a f’ing cane now. None the less I’ll go and see what I can see and hear what I can hear. Paranoid, Sweet Leaf, War Pigs, Iron man, pretty much every go to guitar riff laden song a young kid learns right after Stairway to Heaven and Smoke on the Water.

One of my nieces turns two this month. My mother is trying to teach her to swim and I am teaching her to swear and spit. She is progressing along nicely.

Let ‘er rip, tater chip!





Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.

Did we all update our Apple devices to the new iOS 6 software? I did. Do it. I looks good. Nice Facebook integration. Except the new maps application sucks.

Been listening to a lot of The Who this week. I don’t know why, but I have always like them. If you’ve not seen The Who live in concert try to. I was lucky to see them in ’03 or ’04ish when John Entwistle was still alive. At that time and currently Zak Starkey was on drums in Keith Moons place. You may or may not know Zak Starkey. He is Ringo Starrs son. Keith Moon was Zak’s godfather so guess who taught him drums. A small rock and roll world.

Anyway at the time Pete Townshend had to be in his early to mid 60’s and as sure as I am sitting here on my mothers eyes, that man f’ing could still rock. Amazing concert. When it comes to Rock and Roll as we know it, The Who is royalty. The Who was everywhere with everyone that did anything in rock and roll. Hendrix, Stones, Beatles, you name it and  within three degrees of separation to make Kevin Bacon look like their bitch, The Who was there.  If you got out to see them this year touring for the Quadrophenia album you can die happy. Except I got to see them play with the one and only “Ox” on bass. You’re cool. I’m just a bit cooler. It’s a cross I have to bear, don’t cry for me Argentina!

I healthed the diet up a bit after indulging in the comfort food that was Steak Melt sandwiches. Some baked chicken breast, baked potato wedges and creamed spinach. No big deal or secrets. Chicken, potato, oven, eat. Rather boring. I wanted to make some good Kosher food to pay tribute to all my Jewish friends in honor of the high holidays of Rosh Hashanah this past week. All I found that interested me was some damn good looking beef rouladen and spaetzle and you do not get any more Third Reich German Nazi than that food so I held off on the dish. We don’t need to be insensitive after all. I’ll make it next week.