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This is my brother Josh from yesterday. My brother Josh is a much better person than I. He is one of those dudes that will do anything for anyone. Even Tom Petty. For a mere 50 or 60 bucks. He has most excellent taste in music, too. Except he does like Tom Waits. But don’t hold that against him.

Hope you enjoy!

T. Rex T. Rex T. Rex.

I love  Marc Bolan. He was so tiny and had so much fashion-sense and was probably some fancy alien species. Of the sequined variety. My favorite thing to listen to while baking is T. Rex. Perfect for dancing and cooking and washing dishes. I suggest you try it. I wonder if Marc ever baked. Hmmm…If I had a time machine the first place I would travel to would be to see Marc Bolan’s closet. Imagine all those crazy blazers hanging in one place. ♥♥♥

If you can listen to that without dancing around in your chair, you probably have your computer on mute. That, is some of the greatest music of our time AND those are some of the best pink pants of our time. I believe that if I only owned some pink pants like that, I could totally learn to play electric guitar. I just need this guitar.

That is the guitar I would play T. Rex covers on. And dance. And I suggest that you do the same! Have a great day! Dance on!

It’s like a big cold tree.

And this is who you are.

And this is all you know.

You cannot keep your britches up.

And the Morton Salt Girl is singing with the band,

and your sister sleeps soundly, dreaming her

14 year-old dreams, and you decide,

she must wake up, and skip off

with you to steal flowers, and she does.

It’s like waking up on blue carpet, that

matches some your Grandma had

years ago.

And you can smell the cigarettes and whiskey and coke.

And you can hear the ice clinking and the lungs coughing.

You wake up, and there is a giant empty plastic half gallon.

Not half full, but all the way empty.

That bottle is a crystal palace, and if you drink enough, you can built a castle.

It’s like dying your hair with cleaning products and vodka,

And fishing coins out of the fountain.

It’s like refusing to wear your leather coat in the winter.

Just dragging that coat behind you, like a pet.

I miss that pet, it was always there.

Because a sleeveless shirt is enough to keep you warm

when you are surrounded by people you love.

Who love you.

Who like to laugh.

Who watch your back.

As long as you need.

It’s like the family on Earth extends beyond blood.

Beyond common sense.

And we all play and run around and spin.

Together.

With bruises and black eyes.

And spraypaint.

See you next time.

Let’s go with the apparent. Johnny Cash. Johnny Cash has that kind of voice. The kind that make you settle back with a fresh bottle of bourbon while settling back into some down pillows and ready to listen. He has that deep voice that you trust. If you cannot trust a deep voice, then you may as well get over it and admit to yourself you have issues.

I am not going to post a video or a link here. One reason, is because it has been a long, sad, trying day. Two, is because we all know what he sang, why he sang, and why we like to sing along.

I will be singing Johnny Cash in my head, because that has always gotten me through, and I kind of think that is why that Johnny Cash was put on our Earth. Over and out, Spaceship Earth…

I never really wanted to like Dire Straits. I never wanted to write tonight’s blog either. My dad’s best friend passed away early this morning. When I say, best friend, I mean, they even went to high school together. They also went on a 1960’s whim of a trip to LA together. This leaves a void in all of our hearts.

Dire Straits lyrics

Dire Straits-Sultans Of Swing Video - Dire Straits Music Videos

I remember the first Bose speakers I ever heard, were at his house. We drank Natural Lights and chainsmoked and listened to Dire Straits. I don’t remember when but at some point it linked in my brain. You don’t want to have to write these things after people leave. It seems so self-serving. Writers, eventually have to get it out. It isn’t that it makes you feel better, it is just that it you have no choice.

  He once bet my mom some money that he could quit smoking the next morning.  He was beyond tipsy and she agreed, knowing that he wouldn’t remember in the morning. Well, he did, and he never touched another one.  She couldn’t believe it, and then she had to quit, also.

I will miss the place where beers are “cold ones” and my name was always Smashley. I will be sad when this all sinks in. The music will live, music doesn’t go away and it can be all Cadillacs and Cold Ones all in our own heads.

 It is hard for me to think ahead and realize the absence that will loom over the Christmases, the vacations, the weddings…Nothing replaces that in life, and we should be grateful for every single second we get. This really isn’t a post about music. But things never really work out the way I plan them, anyway. David Letterman once asked Warren Zevon what he was going to do, after he was diagnosed with Mesothelioma. Warren told him he was going to “Enjoy every sandwich.” And I think that is what we all should do.

Things are going to change a little around these here parts. I am starting a new project called, 366 Days of Music, otherwise known as, Ash is not an infrequent blogger! I am trying to write again, I just lack discipline. Severely lack discipline. I am not sure if that is what “writer’s block” really is…Is is just laziness? Who cares.

I will write about music for 366 consecutive days, all for you! I know you are dying to know, what is Ashley Pungsnotded listening to right this very second? I love music. All music. And beer. Almost all beer. I can’t hardly review beer everyday. But this guy does! http://www.aguywalksinto365bars.com/ You should visit his website, because Marty is THE most dedicated beer drinker of all of New York City! He is living the life out there, so go visit him and tell him Ash said HI!

My only rule about my ongoing music reviews will be that I refuse to write about music that I do not like. Even Tom Waits. Even though I would like to pick Tom Waits up, by his throat and dangle him over a river of bread and butter pickles until he promises never to sing again, I will not talk about him. Why give bad music any energy? Let’s just ignore it, and pretend it isn’t happening. Kind of like when you wake up with a bad tattoo. Okay, fine it is nothing like waking up with a bad tattoo.

Cheers, everybody and come on back tomorrow for the 1st installment of 366 Days of Beer. I mean, MUSIC! Music, damnitt!

Paisley and Zevon 1, originally uploaded by ashpungsnotded.

They said were going to the kitchen for a snack. They did not mention it was an alcohol snack. They will be fighting by midnight, I am sure!

Super Bowl One, originally uploaded by ashpungsnotded.

Enjoying the day, as the Superbowl is one of my favorite days of the year! Beer, Food, Football, what’s not to love?

KL and Dee Snider, originally uploaded by ashpungsnotded.

This is my friend-for-life named KL. He is a total rocker. I know, because he wrote that in permanent marker on my couch, one time. He is the greatest fun, and no longer how long it has been, or where we are, we always seem to laugh. There is no greater friend and I thought that even before I saw this photograph. This is the greatest photo of all time.
Dee Snider + KL, holding an autographed picture of Dee Snider and KL!
The only way to top this, is if I, Ashley Pungsnotded, were to print this picture and have IT photographed with ME and Dee Snider. I know, blows your mind, right? New life goal for me. Yay! So there you have it. Greatest friend. Greatest photograph. Greatest Band, EVER!
PS: KL Smells!

Youtube Dot Com, is my favorite part of the internet. The cold days fly on by, people come and go, but Youtube Dot Com always there for me. Some beer and some youtube. And some records. And a library. I wake up and watch a youtube video every morning. Here is one of my favorites. It speaks to me on 18 thousand levels at once.