UABB – That Other Lil Ol Band From Texas

Out of San Antonio, Upon A Burning Body has been making their presence felt since ’05. Youngest introduced me to them about a year and a half ago and I was hooked from the git go. I have to say that, aside from their music, the thing I love most about the band is their manner of dress. It’s a send-up…a sign of respect…to the traditional Tejano bands that are such a rich part of Texas culture.. I just think it’s cool. I dig it. Mucho.  🙂 It always does my heart good to see Texas boys succeeding. Hell yes!

God’s Gone Spot

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K Cyde  Lyrics & Vocals: Derrick Franklin


Derrick doing vocals on Makeshift Morgue. Youngest played guitar for the demo in studio. Love this song…

I miss Derrick today. Have been missing him for over a week now. When I last went down to the coast, I thought I saw him walking in the middle of the street, like he used to. I rolled down my window and stopped to tell him to hop in the truck. As I got right up to the man, he turned and looked…and, it wasn’t Derrick. Of course it wasn’t. Derrick’s been dead since last Halloween, when he died in a one vehicle auto accident. I just forgot about it. About him dying. Even now, I don’t feel as though he’s gone. He’s just not…with us, I suppose.

I guess that some deaths are more difficult to take than others, although I have no fear of death and mourn few who I know that have died. It’s just not an issue to me. I’m sure it would be…well…if I were someone else. I don’t know. Derrick, and the members of Youngest’s core group who went before him…they all sort of stick in my brain. Always young, Caught, forever in the last moment I saw them. Forgiven and cherished.


Love, Mom

There Ain’t No ‘Splainin This One, Lucy

Where were you? When was it me?
A hollow paw, a quiet stare
Drain is slowly, the flow of birth
Eat the after(birth) and satiate the claw-rise

The dumb ones rise to salute the queer
Another dreary (outlook), people fearing
Dick the system, screw the city
Forget you were, forget you were
Die when you can do no more damage


There is no doubt that Superjoint Ritual sucked beyond all measure. But this song…I just fucking love it. Don’t know why. I mean…the! WTF???? When I watch this video, I am reminded of the little freaks that occupied my garage while Youngest was on drugs. At almost any hour of the day or night, you could walk out there and see almost the exact scene being played out. It was unnerving. But, when the guys were just high enough…or not high enough?…they’d make noise that was so good that even I couldn’t be mad at them. It’s a shame all that talent was wasted on dope.

All I Wanna Do Is Bang Screw

Robert Earl Davis, Jr., AKA DJ Screw, would have been 44 years old yesterday. That just blows my mind. Screw is still alive all over the Houston area. On any given day, at any random stop light, if you hear a thumping bass, roll down your window and you’re probably gonna hear a Screw song. I know I’m not gangster and I don’t sip drank, but I have always loved his music. No matter who is putting down the lyrics, you can tell a Screw song apart from anyone’s. His sound was unique and he worked his butt off to keep it fresh. In such a short lifetime, DJ Screw made enough music that they’ll probably be putting out new music of his long after I’m gone. If that ain’t rock & roll, I don’t know what is.

The article below is great, if you’d like to know more about DJ Screw…

My Last Rush Concert!

THIS is a Rush fan! Great post by a solid dude, reblogged by yours, truly.

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I know that this date hasn’t happened yet, but I have to share with everyone, my joy.

See, I’ve loved the band RUSH all of my life, it seems. Their 40 years of touring…I’ve been there! This will be (I lost count in the 90’s) either the forty-seventh or 48th time seeing them live! And I remember meeting people in the 90’s who had already seen them over forty times! I’m a (was a…)drummer, and long-time music fanatic. And these three guys make the most beautiful music!


This is the guy who puts it all together! He’ll take a poem Neil wrote and sample some of Alex’s guitar riffs and melodies and mixes them up into a hit song! THEN, he plays the most complicated bass-lines I’ve ever seen as he sings the song, and hits samples on his keyboards with his feet, utilizes the…

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Metallica Time

Jay2For a period of time, when he was about 15, my youngest son moved out of our home and in with friends. They lived in a drug infested, dilapidated apartment complex and we rarely spoke. Every week or so, I’d call and he’d actually answer. I’d say, “Metallica time?”, and he’d reply, “Okay”. That meant that it was okay for me to come pick him up for a visit. But, since we couldn’t speak to one another during that time without fighting, he’d get in the truck and we’d put on the Metallica Black album and crank it up. I’d take him to get a coke and we’d drive the loop that circled our town until the album was over. We’d sing…play air drums…just exist together. It was an indescribable blessing for me, as a mother of a drug addicted child, to have even one thing that we could relate to as one. This is our favorite song on the Black album, even now.

Ya Couldn’t, Anyway


This is one of my favorite songs. It was written by Shannon Hoon, and performed by him and his band, Blind Melon. Shannon died in 1995 from the requisite rock star overdose. If you ask me, it was a great loss to the world. The second video is his daughter, Nico, singing the song that her father loved so much.

I don’t feel the sun’s comin’ out today
It’s staying in, it’s gonna find another way.
As I sit here in this misery,
I don’t think I’ll ever, no lord, see the sun from here.
And oh as I fade away,
They’ll all look at me and say, and they’ll say,
“Hey look at him, I’ll never live that way.”
But that’s okay, they’re just afraid to change.
And when you feel your life ain’t worth living
You’ve got to stand up and take a look around you
Then a look way up to the sky.
And when your deepest thoughts are broken,
Keep on dreaming, boy, ’cause when you stop dreamin’ it’s time to die.
And as we all play parts of tomorrow,
Some ways we’ll work and other ways we’ll play.
But I know we can’t all stay here forever,
So I want to write my words on the face of today
…And then they’ll paint it
And oh as I fade away,
They’ll all look at me and say, they’ll say,
“Hey look at him and where he is these days.”
When life is hard, you have to change.
When life is hard, you have to change.