Misconceptions of Hell – Michael Essington

coverDon’t know if anyone notices or not, I haven’t felt the writing bug lately, in other words no babbling, like usual, just straight and to the point (there’s something to be said for that). On top of that, sitting down and reading a book is something I haven’t done in quite some time, shit even the unread comic books (Walking Dead) have their own growing pile. God, even just reading anything except for stupid headlines of stories by the mind controlling media, who have essentially thrown objectivity out the window, is a chore. But I heard Michael Essington was releasing another book, and wanted to line up early to get a sneak peak, so to speak. Hit him up on Facebook (which reminds me, I don’t even really call anyone anymore) and he leaked me the pdf. It took me a while to get around to reading, not for lack of interest, by any stretch of the imagination, it was just that my Son was here and it was two weeks of spending all my time hanging out with him. So long story short, I finally got to read the book…

meDidn’t take me long, his books are not tomes, they are an easy read and really you want to get to the next page in the story before you’re done with the one you’re on, the stories are that engaging. I’ve never actually met Michael, but through blogs (he was one of the ones who inspired me to do my own) and our mutual love of music, we have been friends for several years now. This book, is like the others before, in that you really get a feel for the kind of guy he is or at least seems to be. Once again the stories here are gritty, raw and very real. The themes don’t have that lame PG-13 vibe, there is nothing tame here, these are stories about real life. The characters could be you or someone you know, someone who isn’t surrounded with rainbows and unicorns, as I said real. Michael doesn’t waste a lot of time with bullshit, no extra words to make the stories longer, you get just enough to know what the fuck he’s talking about, just enough to relate. Short biographical stories (not unlike his own autobiographical stories from the blog), like opening a novel in the middle and just reading several pages, a moment in the life of so and so…Bo, Hank, Walter, etc. This time around, you get lots of poetry too, and you can tell they are his, because they have the same vibe as the stories…gritty, raw and very real (“As I approach the headstone, I know it’s mine”). I don’t want to give anything away, but you gotta dig private detectives. In fact, I may have told him before, but I think he really should do a graphic novel, maybe one about a private detective. Go figure a comic book fan, we both are, writing a graphic novel. Seriously though, these stories lend themselves to that form of media and for an artist it wouldn’t take a whole lot of imagination to draw the scenes, with Michael’s writing you can see them in your head (I’m thinking Ben Templesmith for his style as an artist, for those of you in the know). All in all, without giving away specifics, this book is laid back, with economically chosen words, hyper-realistic, tense at times like real life can be, pleases, but doesn’t aim to please or beg for approval…as the reader you are just a bystander.

Mr. Essington, in the most honorable sense is doing this thing DIY to the extreme, a one man band. You can get the book (and the others I believe) from Amazon, but if you live in LA and are involved in the Punk Rock scene, you are bound to cross paths with him…

Son House – Death Letter Blues

EDIT: This is a repost from a few years back, the links were dead, and the message is still relevant…

Seems like I’ve said this a thousand times, but it’s awful dead around here. I wish I could make things a little more interesting to the point of where DIALOG is stimulated. Oh well, I hope that whatever it is that people are doing, that every once in a while it has something to do with loving music and even better yet, spreading that love. Music transcends everything, race, religion, politics, everything. A shared experience, a mutual feeling, gotta love it. Even music that subjectively sucks is redeeming to someone, notes and lyrics that speak to us in a way that nothing else can. reading this book right now about metaphorical interpretation of the bible and basically the author points out that literal truth does not even hold a candle to the spotlight that is metaphorical truth. This guy here really touches on that for me. Maybe “touches” is too superficial, more like a stake through the heart. I’m being redundant because I posted this on facebook, but if I could I would make this mandatory viewing in my own personal fascist state, you would be tied to a chair with those things on your eye to make them stay open, ala Malcolm McDowell in Clockwork Orange.


audio…
Son House – Death Letter (live)
so more versions of the tune…
Death Letter
Son House – Death Letter Blues 1968
Son House – Death Letter

Trippin’…

vlcsnap-2016-07-22-22h41m24s775Trippin balls when I saw this movie/concert for the first time. It was the first time I had dropped acid. I think we were 14 and I was with my old (long lost) friend Roy “Hamsterhead” Miyake. This whole movie was so intense, but I especially remember peaking at about the point “Dazed and Confused” came on. ย I’ve read some about how Led Zep and especially Mr. Page are song stealers or tune theives, but these guys were the the shit there for a little bit. ย Funny, my favorite member of the band, Mr. Bonham, absolutely incredible drummer, perhaps second to Mr. Ward of Sabbath, drank himself to death…
Led Zeppelin – Dazed and Confused (Song Remains the Same)