Literary Tune Time.

Picture this: A young whipper snapper becomes enthralled by a video of four guys, inside an abandoned building. All wearing black (a fashion taste later adopted by the young man, much to his mother’s disdain, which still persist to this day) The four men in black, are armed with musical instruments, Marshall amps stacked in the back, and a killer double-bass drum kit. These four men dive into a song…

The song has been inspired by the novel Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo, which is about a horribly maimed World War I soldier. A specific passage that inspired this song is:

“How could a man lose as much of himself as I have and still live? When a man buys a lottery ticket you never expect him to win because it’s a million to one shot. But if he does win, you’ll believe it because one in a million still leaves one. If I’d read about a guy like me in the paper I wouldn’t believe it, cos it’s a million to one. But a million to ONE always leaves one. I’d never expect it to happen to me because the odds of it happening are a million to one. But a million to one always leaves one. One.”

The young man’s face melts, his worldview changes, as this is not a mere three chord punk tune. This is a different monster. So now, on a Sunday summer day, that’s hotter than high school love, this now, young-ish man decided to post the ‘jamming version’ of the song (as it is his favorite-no frills version) for all to enjoy. So enjoy One by Metallica. Crank it Up!

A note for Warner Bros. and Lars Ulrich:

As you can see I’ve been a huge Metallica fan (still are) I guess what I’m trying to say is: Don’t sue me for posting your music video on my site bro. Thanks.



Rock ‘n Roll Tune Time.

A recent trip down South has me in the mood for some Southern Fried Rock, who better then, than a band who’s been keeping Rock ‘n Roll gritty, dark and dangerous(the way is supposed to be) since 1997.

Get them devil horn fingers ready for the heavy metal redneck stylings of Nashville Pussy!

Ruyter Suys Happy belated Birthday you guitar goddess you.

Criminal Tune Time

Many Men(Wish Death) This song refers to the shooting incident in 2000, in which 50 Cent was shot 9 times outside of his grandmother’s house, presumably by Darryl “Hommo” Baum. This according to

Keep an ear out for the line: ‘Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain’t fucking breathing’ and feel the shivers down your spine. Powerful stuff.

Many Men (Wish Death) By Curtis ’50 Cent’ Jackson.

Track Produce by: Darrell ‘Digga’ Branch, Eminem & Luis Resto.

Suave Kick Ass Tune Time

But first; a not so quick anecdote,

You kids are probly too young to know the place I’m about to talk about, but ask your ‘drunk at noon’ uncle, ooh better yet, ask grandma, yep she’s got a tattoo in a place you don’t know about. Anyway back in them salad days of rock and roll, easy money and easier poontang. We kids used to attend kick-ass punk shows at Coney Island High, a place where the outcasts met to get their punk rock groove on and where yours truly worked as a barback (for a short time, because I got fired for missing a meeting. Yeah your read that right –a meeting, for fucking barbacks, indeed very punk rock of those pussies) management stuck me working on the top floor (Detention Lounge), now dig this; the booze was kept in the basement of this two story building, yeah that was fun. However I once ran into Joey Ramone in the bathroom, imagined that; taking a leak side by side with the man who invented a musical genre. Tall, lanky, and quiet guy, just as you’d imagine. He just nodded his head at me. Also, I got to throw back a few brewskis near the Dropkick Murphy’s (those fucking Micks are as scary as three year old meatballs) they’re probly grandads by now.

What I loved the most about the place though, was getting the chance to enjoy cool rock shows from the bands that came around, bands like Tito and Tarantula.

Tito Larriva was great, out of his mind great, the band ripped the paint off the walls and the paint off a few nearby Goth kids as I recall. I do remember that the band had this sixteen or seventeen year old looking girl who played the violin, and seemed a bit scared by it all. She still laid it down like the devil’s done lost his way, on the way to Georgia, and instead ended up in a dive bar in the heart of Saint Mark’s Place.

Coney Island High had a big red door that lead to the management office (yeah those pussies again) there was a huge poster tacked to that door, the poster was that of Metal great Ronnie James Dio (RIP) It only had the word DIO on it, but some smart ass had scrawled the letter S next to the letter O thus making it read DIOS which means GOD in Spanish. On seeing this I giggled like a ten year old kid does upon hearing a wet fart joke—To this day I don’t know why I found that amusing, wait, I think I just made that up, the poster was there but… Jesus I’m getting old.

15 Saint Mark’s Place a. k. a Coney Island High is long gone, gone to become a three story condo, no doubt full of money hungry yuppies, whatever became of that door? Anyway enough dread and on with the Latin flavored rock & roll stylings of Tito and Tarantula. Enjoy this dark, dangerously sexy and suave, kick ass tune.


Next up ‘Holy Diver” by Ronnie James Dio, yeah? No? Maybe?

Criminal Tune Time

“Machine Gun Blues”  by Social Distortion. A song written from a gangster’s perspective.


Well I’m a gangster 1934
Junkies, wino’s, pimps and whores
And all you men, women and kids, let’s get out the way
I just left your town, took all your loot
Bought a pink carnation and a pinstripe suit
A hopped up V8 Ford and some two toned shoes

And I’m already gone,
I left a pool of blood and sorrow
I got the machine gun blues

I’ll be out of here before the break of dawn
I hit the highway, smoke a big cigar
I gotta stop and burry the cash and get some more
There’s only one thing on my mind
And that’s making it across that ol’ state line
But there’s a hail of avenging bullets
Waiting there for me

And I’m already gone,
I left a path of pure destruction
I’ve got the machine gun blues
Already gone,
My life will soon be through
I’ve got the machine gun blues

Well, I’m public enemy number one
I’m sorry for all the things I’ve done
If indeed we do cross paths,
It’s nothing personal

And I’m already gone,
I left a trail of devastation
I’ve got the machine gun blues
Already gone,
My life will soon be through
I’ve got the machine gun blues.

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