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To all my friends!

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I think I may have posted about this movie once, but whatever. You’re not the boss of me.

Barfly is one of my favorite movies of all time. The dichotomy of Henry in this movie is great and most of us know someone similar. Henry is a drunk, plain and simple. Who knows why he drinks? It’s never really stated in the movie.

The flip side is Henry’s brilliance. He’s a writer of short stories and poetry. His little poetic one liners are simply great and Mickey Rourke was a perfect pick for this part.

“Hatred, the only thing that lasts.”

I had a friend years ago who reminded me of Henry. He drank…all the time. He was fun to be around but he always got smashed beyond belief and it seemed to happen daily. He was/is a great guy, but he drinks incessantly. Sometimes I wondered why he ended up like he did. I knew his family well and they seemed normal enough. But then again, what is normal? No one knows what went on behind closed doors.

See the movie. It’s worthwhile.

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October 23, 2008 at 1:58 pm

A click comes from the hammer that couldn’t drive a nail…

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I remember it like it was yesterday. My parents were out on a cruise in the early summer of ’87 and I was left home alone with a freezer full of frozen pizzas and Perdue Chicken Nuggets, all by my request. I was 16 and my parents trusted me enough to leave me alone for a week. Hell, we lived out in the middle of nowhere and none of my friends from town would come out if I tried having a party. haha.
Anyhoo, I decided to use my mom’s car (Silver Subaru 4dr) to go to Portsmouth and hang out with a former friend from high school for the day. Got to his house and he let me hear Obsessions’ “Scarred for Life.” I freaked! “Let’s go to Tracks (record store)!” So we hop in the Subaru and drive over to Norfolk to hit one of the only cool chain record stores in the area. I went in and grabbed the Obsession cassette and saw Megadeth’s “Peace Sells…But Who’s Buying” on the rack. I had seen some ads in Circus and Hit Parader about it and decided to buy that tape as well. of course my mom’s car didn’t have a cassette player (shoulda drove my Nova!) so we had to wait until we got back to my buddy’s before we could hear it.
We popped the tape into his stereo…holy shit. ‘Wake Up Dead’ started and we just looked at each other with wide-eyed gazes and our mouths open, trying to pick our jaws up off of the floor. What the hell was this? Heavy. Dark. Evil. Sense a theme in what I liked about much of the 80s true metal? We were both just sitting there quietly as each song played. It’s one of my fondest memories of that era of music. Each song came on and we were just floored by the massiveness of it all. Then…’I Ain’t Superstitious’ came on. I think he and I simultaneously said, “What the fuck is this?” Seriously. What the fuck was that? OK, we know Dave was a drunk and a heroin addict, but c’mon. I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised since he did do a cover of Nancy Sinatra’s “These Boots” on their debut…that sucked too.
“Peace Sells…” was my introduction to Megadeth. I adore this album, that one song not withstanding. The main drawback was the production. It was terrible. Were there any hihats or cymbals on it? Everything was so muddy. In the grand scheme it didn’t matter. This album was massive…rephrase…IS massive. I was fortunate to see this tour with Overkill opening. May 23, 1987. It’s the only concert date I think I’ll ever remember. The show was perfect. It was also the night of my junior prom. Screw the prom…Megadeth!
My favorites on this one are ‘Bad Omen’, ‘The Conjuring’, ‘Black Friday’ and especially ‘My Last Words’. I love it all except ‘…Superstitious.’ Weak.
I finally got to meet Mustaine 2 summers ago during Gigantour when they were doing a charity softball game at Harbor Park. I asked him if he remembered playing at The Boathouse. “Ugh. Yes. What a fucking dump!” I told him to look over the left field wall and he could see the roof of the place (RIP). I also mentioned that I skipped prom to see the Peace Sells tour. In typical Dave fashion he replied, “Don’t blame the fact that you couldn’t get a date for your prom on me!”
Good one. Dave.

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September 4, 2008 at 5:33 pm

You’re bloggen with Dokken!

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Look! No ellipses!

Straight to the toooooooooooop! Tooth and Nail!

Hell yeah, that’s some quality headbanging when that song is on.

Wow, has it really been 24 years since this came out? That’s insane. This CD came on when I was driving home from work today. As you’ll notice from a lot of my reviews, I have a tendency to flashback. I wish I could blame it on drugs but I can’t. I remember buying the cassette of this at Roses department store in Suffolk, VA when I was 14. I think I heard the song Just Got Lucky on the radio and thought it was rokken. The title track comes in and just gets you all pumped up for some spandex jammin!

Now, if you’re a metal fan, and old school metal fan, you already know this album. I don’t need to break down its awesomeness. This was another of the great albums from 1984. What a year!

There are some funny stories to share about this one. I was over at Kelz’ house and we were jamming to this tape down in his den and his mom came in. Now, let me preface all this by saying both of us grew up in homes where our parents (or probably just our moms) thought that heavy metal was of the devil. They were probably right, but whatever. So anyway, she hears the chorus to “Bullets To Spare” and asks to see the tape cover so that she could read the lyrics. If I am not mistaken, the cover was this one, aka the alternate cover (weak):

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I think his mom said they were devil hands or something. She was probably right. So…Bullets to Spare…she’s reading the lyrics and just saying a few of them out loud. She looks at me and asks if I know what the song is about. Of course I did. I was 14. I was no Casanova but I knew enough about sexual euphemisms. But, I told her it was about a guy and his gun that ran out of bullets but had some extra ones in his pocket. Ha! I am sure she knew I was full of shit but she let it slide. I think it was a few weeks after that when she called my mom and told her that Chris and I shouldn’t hang out any more ‘cuz I was a bad influence on him. Actually, I think she made that call a few years later. “Not my kid” was that woman’s mantra. If she only knew, eh Chris?

“My barrel’s ready
My hand is steady
Tonight I’m ready for fun
I got my finger
It’s on the trigger
Another night on the run”

Hell yeah! Tell ’em, Don! The bad thing is that Dokken got tagged with the “hair band” label. yeah, they used a lot of hairspray and spandex, but they were a few cuts above the rest of the bands like Poison, Britny Fox and all that other bullshit. Dokken (band) had talent. George Lynch was a badass and not too many guys in the metal scene could touch him on guitar.

Good times. Fun album. I met Don on his solo tour back in 90 or 91. I was on the tour bus before the show and he came on, shook hands, signed a few things then sat down in front of everyone and shot up. Classy.

Free shipping! $9! Buy it.

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August 15, 2008 at 10:01 pm