Now With That Out Of The Way, Back To Christmachine – Audio Reference Server

Now With That Out Of The Way, Back To Christmachine – Audio Reference Server

Ahhh… Where Do You Keep The Vinyl Rips and Hi Resolution Digital Files ? ——————————–>Photo Courtesy Of Doc KEYAZA!!!

 

So there has been enough (So much!) time passed, it’s blatantly obvious to me that no one else will create an Audio Reference Quality Standards Catalogue for individual album releases.  The powers that be have showed us time and time again that they feel that we should be left in the dark about the music we have purchased and continue to purchase.  It’s loud and clear, they do not have to, there is no other option.

All we asked for was lineage and provenance of recordings that we spend gobs of cash for, as well as the textual and numerical details as to how they mastered, remastered, and transferred the new releases. Once again we are left clueless as to what we are purchasing. We know it can be done, some releases have done just that, usually projects overseen by reputable audio engineers.

I do understand that in some cases they do not know some of these details as they have been lost to time, poor record keeping, lack of proper labeling, and a sad state of storage of the original master tapes.  In some cases they don’t even know whether they are the “original studio masters” or well travelled copies.  We saw that in the report on the sad state of historical music archiving, much has been lost or destroyed….as we know back just a few decades ago music industry analysts and label bosses went with the prevailing wisdom, why would we want to preserve all this music–who is going to want it?  What is the use?

This:

https://www.clir.org/pubs/reports/pub148/pub148.pdf

And ESPECIALLY This (Re-Post):

http://www.billholland.net/words/Labels%20Strive%20to%20Rectify%20Past%20Archival%20Problems.pdf

 

Now that they realize the marketing and money making potential, oh the irony there, eh?  All we have asked for is crumbs; forget about the old arguments (for a moment) on the loudness wars, whether high rez audio can be heard by the human ear (The Nyquist Theorem), Wheather vinyl has more warmth and soul, whether expensive cables give a +/- better listening experience, The law of diminishing returns, “Sources? / Laws of Science?, Do CD’s suck, the failure of SACD, .mp3’s are garbage, etc.  Noel Gallagher saying there will be no more vinyl niche as an industry in a few short years as a result of streaming (He thinks? I agree, he is probably right).

With that said, our niche is just that–our niche, and it will continue as long as the electric grids are up.  Even then some of us crazies will be powering phonographs with a stationary bike, using a carefully sharpened fishbone as a rudimentary needle, a significant other propping up a makeshift jimmy-rigged cardboard cone to telescope and carry those wondrous melodies to the flash mobs in our living rooms.  Vinyl wear and tear bad, but for a time the ears are very good.

Remember what is normal any way, and relative to what?  With those previous dire predictions of the future, keeping in mind that some of us have never had or witnessed an argument on the early Yahoo and Alta Vista message boards about the wonders of Hi Resolution Audio (It will always be Hi-rez to me, soz!), I will try to parse mixed nuts.  Threading the needle like a steaming locomotive on crazy good meds, diplomacy will avail for all, no matter what our differences.  Joy!

 

Why don’t we focus on the things that which we do agree.

  1. We pay a lot of money re-purchasing music over and over.
  2. Music listening is a different subjective experience for each person.
  3. It “can” take a wee bit of trained ear (Not a B.S Degree), to hear improvements.
  4. The music is only as good as it’s source.
  5. ABX’ing can, not always, but “can” manifest as human listening fallibility & weakness.
  6. Placebo affect and bias are real “things”[sic].
  7. Provenance and Lineage of our recordings is Interesting and “nice” to have.
  8. There is such a thing as “brick walling”, “anti aliasing”, and de-noising”.
  9. There is more than one type of compression in music.
  10. Type A removes many of the tiny spaces to make music file formats smaller.
  11. Type B holds the fidelity of the performance together, Very Good!
  12. Good source players are available at many price ranges.
  13. There are good headphones and bad headphones at all price ranges.
  14. When in noisy public settings, audio nuances tend to decline.
  15. You Do NOT need to be an audiophile, to source good quality audio (If Available).
  16. Audiophiles can be nuts, same with Hi-Rez deniers. (In a good way 😉 )
  17. That said, Head-fi has it’s place, and deniers seem to hang around bigly.
  18. There are, subjectively to each of us, good mastering engineers and poor ones.
  19. We all have to listen to our source material and make our own judgements.
  20. I can have (IMO); my own vast archive of “self-proclaimed” Reference Quality Vinyl Rips, Hi-Rez digital lossless [FLAC 24/48, 24/96, 24/172, 24/192, 32 bit float, .WAV, even ALAC and DSD], quality sourced and mastered CD’s [16/44] etc., portable DAP’s/amps/DAC’s, and use .mp3’s and Youtube to preview and stream when need be.  It’s fine that you might consider this fodder, trendy, and hipsterish.  I often use apple ear buds while on the go with the mobile. I’m not a gobsmacked music snob…I listen to AC/DC cranked on the local radio in the car, beautifully overbearingly loud in all its overly-compressed glory.  I’d dance randomly in the street to an 80’s boombox with cassettes daily if these types of gatherings where more frequent.
  21. You can have 50,000 lossy .mp3’s on the go, with an excellent ear, sourcing quality CD’s and audio on your own volition (all without my schtick). You might even listen to vinyl for nostalgia purposes possibly.  Further you own low cost but excellent sounding source players as well as an expensive pair of headphones and/ or IEM’s. Even bluetooth love…it’s almost 5.0 (I too am sick of those frickin tangly chords). There’s nothing wrong with any of that.  What I’m getting at is it doesn’t matter.
  22. We can all site the Nyquist Theorem till we are blue in the face, and never get anywhere…agree to disagree perhaps.  If you’re happy, I am happy.
  23. Electronic music and Hip Hop does not and should not have to follow any of these rules.  Electronic music tends to sound great, almost always produced very well, unless it’s a very low bit rate or has been up sampled, but that is usually by design.  Hip Hop needs to be vicious or passive aggressive and Bassy…clean tight bassy…Superb dope! The only reservation I have is when either genre is too bright and shreds my ears. It’s rare, again unless by design.
  24. Classical music is on the other end of the spectrum…the rules DO very very very much apply. Soundstage and instrument separation are paramount.  Loud and soft, loud and soft just like The Pixies or Nirvana. A muddy midrange is a killer.  Attack, sustain, decay should be transparently punchy, grainy, and accurate.  The music has to breathe and pulse…ripping the heart right out your chest even with headphones on. Emotions, knocked about, tugged like a puppet to strings. It should convey an air of atmospheric space with perceivable parameters…and in a perfect world, pseudo-holophonic sound, as if you the listener can imagine you’re there live sitting center stage with the orchestra wrapped 180 degrees from ear to ear.  You’ll know something is wrong right off, a piano from each and every-little-single-ebony-to-ivory key is muddled together as one, or squashed in a constant spew of notes like an accordion. We should be able to perceive and hear milliseconds of spaciation[sic] and be acute to a differentiation between every single tapped key, no matter how fast the piece. I’ve said before piano is the hardest instrument to reproduce in recording with accuracy.  If that’s muddy then it’s all over.  I won’t get started on the pneumatic breath of the solo cello…you get my drift.
  25. Pop music…It depends on if it’s good! 😉 😉

So with all that said we arrive at the conclusion that we may not agree subjectively.  Please forgive me, as I was being purposefully presumptuous in some of the things I said above… but that is not the point.  I’m just generalizing for the sake of getting at the crux.  Most of the people reading this will not care one way or the other.  Some will be bored to tears as to, “what is the going on and on about”.  In the end we all just love music and are devilishly passionate about it–Pretty simple, no? 🙂

So, in the past I did some reviews….Beck, The Beatles Catalogue, Led Zeppelin Catalog, etc., they each get hundreds of hits daily as reference, awesome.  I also posted full album playlists (with some lineage)…it was quite subtle, again on purpose as to what I have deemed a Reference Quality Audio Recording.  I don’t know if I said it outright, I may have…If not my tongue in cheek went over people’s heads. A failed attempt by me.  Yes, you are left to taking me at my word, have to search for it yourself, and availability is spotty.  I know it’s somewhat authoritarian but let your ears be the judge.  There were many times I have searched for a single particular recording over weeks and months before finally getting a hold of it.  Time well spent!

If you search hard enough you will be able to get a hold of same source as I did, some searches will be easy, others will require patience and time.  Moderately I will recommend the High-Rez digital transfer available for everyone to purchase with a quick download and some cash.  I have no stake in this…no adverts, self funded hosting and servers.  I’m just passionate about music and everything else, and I know you are as well, or you would not be reading this.

Just a note **** again, the night site is under maintenance (The links from here the day page are static as of writing this)…It will be up again soon enough.  I’m going to do all those recordings here on the main page individually anyhow.  So there will probably be some updates as well.  When live, it will give you an idea of some of what I will cover, and it is only a small part of projected works.

From now on instead of taking a few months to do mega reviews, although I will someday do the Complete Pink Floyd Archives Posts (Damn there I go again, that’s one exception), from now on there will be single album releases (From past and present) which a single post can be done in one day.  I will do whatever I am listening to and I have in my wheelhouse as the best recordings and rips / digital to date.  The posts will vary widely in style, genre, and medium.  One day or two could be Thrash, the next Classical, Jazz, Electronic, Pop, wherever the music takes me.

In between I will continue to do my sordid stories, post mixes, photos, memorabilia, any type of art really.  I intend on making this site better by making it a reference site for individual albums.  In that vein It would make it possible for those who do not want to read my silly erotica, still be able to come here intentionally via direct link or search engine in order to just browse my reviews and recommendations on specific albums…quick and easy.

In conclusion, each album will have an easy to read, specific format that I have worked out, and tweak things as I go along.  If there is anything extra about a specific release that you would like to see, send me an email or message.  If I can get the info – I will post it or write you back.  Understand that I cannot council and/or recommend file sharing or piracy, so do not ask…messages from readers as to these types of questions will go unanswered.   No disrespect…just being clear.

 

Thanks For Reading & All Your Endless Support. My Readers Are Awesome!

Love You Lots! Stay Well, Be Kind & Bless.

 

Tak Tak, Bless!

Grazie, Ciao!

Obrigadx, Tchau! Adeus!

Gracias, Adios!

Danke, Tchuss!

Merci, Au revoir!

Dank je…Bedankt, Alstublieft!

Merci Vilmal, Adeau!

Gracies, Adieu!

Gracies, Adeu!

 

CM ☕

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Photographer Doc Keyaza …Doc’s Shots Series Archive #17 [Sample Gallery Mega Post]

Photographer Doc Keyaza …Doc’s Shots Series Archive #17 [Sample Gallery Mega Post]

 

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Time for another Doc Photo Post! I want to welcome my new followers from Twitter and the interwebs. As I said before we have so much amazing history to show in photos. This post is only another sampling of the 1000′s of amazing and rare photos I have from the Doctor which he has bestowed upon us! If you see a photo you know already, the doctor had his hands involved in it or at least through his friendship with the great Ross Halfin and other of our generations greatest music photographers. It’s going to take me years to post the best and I’m honored to do it here. One day Doc will be known more for his art than his real job, lead rigger for “The Monster”. So here we will publicly post and archive his Art of Photography.

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You ain’t seen nuthin yet!

Thanks Doc your the bestest.

 

Thanks, as always, for your support.

Cheers and Bless Bless!

 

CM ☕

 

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News: Tool, Nirvana Doc., EDM Sins And 2015, Aerosmith & Lynyrd Skynyrd, Rock Vs. Pop, Carl Craig Vs. Audion……

News: Tool, Nirvana Doc., EDM Sins And 2015, Aerosmith & Lynyrd Skynyrd, Rock Vs. Pop, Carl Craig Vs. Audion, Pink Floyd Mason Vs Apple, Sonisphere 2015 Cancelled, The Black Crowes Split …

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*******JUST UPDATED: 01/16/15 15:30Hrs********

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Sonisphere Knebworth 2015 Shocker: Festival cancelled ~

http://classicrock.teamrock.com/news/2015-01-16/sonisphere-shocker-festival-cancelled

 

Black Crowes Split In Ownership Row ~

http://classicrock.teamrock.com/news/2015-01-16/black-crowes-split-in-ownership-row

 

Nick Mason Of Pink Floyd – Apple Get Away With Devaluing Music ~

http://classicrock.teamrock.com/news/2015-01-16/pink-floyd-nick-mason-apple-devaluing-music 

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TOOL Gives Brief Update On Progress Of New Album ~

http://www.blabbermouth.net/news/tool-gives-brief-update-on-progress-of-new-album/

 

 

First Fully Authorised Kurt Cobain ( Nirvana ) documentary To Feature Unreleased Songs ~

http://classicrock.teamrock.com/news/2015-01-10/nirvana-doc-to-feature-unreleased-songs

http://www.teamrock.com/news/2014-11-26/cobain-authorised-documentary-in-the-works 

 

Sins Of A Loop Da Loop Era: “Flat Beat” And EDM’s Embarrassing Lack Of 786676jCRPflpSampling Ethics ~

http://pitchfork.com/thepitch/633-sins-of-a-loop-da-loop-era-flat-beat-and-edms-embarrassing-lack-of-sampling-ethics/

 

Aerosmith’s Joe Perry Recalls Lynyrd Skynyrd Plane Near Miss ~

http://classicrock.teamrock.com/news/2015-01-14/aerosmith-s-perry-recalls-skynyrd-plane-near-miss

 

Rock Twice As Popular As Pop, Research Shows By The Numbers ~

http://classicrock.teamrock.com/news/2015-01-13/rock-twice-as-popular-as-pop

 

Resident Advisor: Electronic music, Some Thoughts on 2015 ~

http://www.residentadvisor.net/feature.aspx?2382

 

 Redux: Top DJ’s Of 2014 ~

http://www.residentadvisor.net/feature.aspx?2328

 

Redux: Bob Daisley Was ‘Devastated’ By Judge’s Decision To Dismiss Lawsuit Against Ozzy Osbourne ~

http://www.blabbermouth.net/news/bob-daisley-was-devastated-by-judges-decision-to-dismiss-lawsuit-against-ozzy-osbourne/

 

 

Parting Mix – Carl Craig B2B With Matthew Dear (Audion) (5hrs, 51mins)

 

 

Enjoy and Bless Bless!

Thanks As Always For Your Support!

 

CM

 

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Sunset Hollywood, Seattle Sound And European Christmas Vacation Anthony Bourdain Style! Also My Latest Swedish Snus Haul…

Sunset Hollywood, Seattle Sound And European Christmas Vacation Anthony Bourdain Style! Also My Latest Swedish Snus Haul ~

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UPDATE: @ BOTTOM OF THIS POST 12/23/14

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So I just got off the phone with a relative visiting Los Angeles, and I ask, where have they gone…”We’ve been to Venice Beach, Santa Monica, yada yada, and Disneyland in Anaheim. We’ve been very busy, tomorrow we head to San Diego where we will be able to relax a bit more.” I replied, “Awesome…what about the Sunset Strip, how did you like that?” I remember when I went to California for my first time…I had a local take me to see the sites, and when I brought up that I wanted to go to the strip, she said…’there’s not really much there, but I get it, we can make a stop there so you can check it out.’ I get it many locals will say that it’s a dirty waste of time. Not me, I thought, I was on a pilgrimage and if I did not experience anything other than “The Strip” that would be fine. I also get that it’s very touristy…I did not care it was the 1980’s and I had to go. So anyway my relative on the phone today  says, they did not go to 346462hjSunset, and they would not have a chance. It was like a knife in my chest…WHATTTTT!!! At least do a drive through, WTF! So much amazing history but I guess it’s not to be. I know some of you are saying F Sunset, dirty waste of time…WRONG!

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All I could think of to myself is that some day they will regret not going to the strip, just to see The Rainbow, The Whiskey, and The Troubabour. It reminded me of my first trip to Continental Europe with my Grand Parents when they took us on the “safety tour” in the 80’s when I was young, God love em, but I remembered that they tried to censor our trip. I grew up in Iceland so debauchery was not new to me, but the grandparents were a bit naive and did not get that we, the young ones already experienced the “adult stuff”. My uncle, aunt, and cousins lived near Nijmegen, Holland. It was pretty awesome experiencing it like a local…riding the bike paths in and out of the city and the 10 miles from Beuningen to Arnhem. We had Fritz Met, fries Old Skool 377 Holland - CopyEditand mayonnaise, had to explain what the American word “Cool” to a local (It did not mean cold), and were hit with major porn next to the Disney Movies at the “Video Ring” while renting VHS tapes. As you know women’s breasts on TV, on the front page of the newspaper, and at the beach is normal in Europe.

 

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We ate horse meat burgers (salty strange), canned hot dogs, and dairy products like eggs / butter / and unpasteurized fresh milk not refrigerated. Actually reminded me of Iceland, not the same, but eating strange foods that is. Remember there was no Anthony Bourdain or Andrew Zimmern on TV then and wandering gastronomy was not popular with Americans…still is not, but people “get” foi gras now even if they don’t want to eat it themselves.  Now I know better to go for the Pig Cheek and Tuna Collar…first! Thank you Mr. Bourdain.

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I also went to a Dutch school with my cousin and a friend of his, and all the students were asking me all kinds of questions about celebrities (blech!) and MTV (remember it was the 80’s). It wasn’t all bad, in fact I had a great time in English class. Everyone in Holland had English class in school, what was really cool was when I listened to the kids speaking English (Very fluent by the way), I realized they were learning British English. When they asked me to read a passage in their class book everyone seemed amazed and were stunned that I did not have an Icelandic accent. American English I found out that day was quite different from UK English.

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Anyway I did not accept the idea of a censored Europe, no matter what they did (Much more on that later in this piece, see the plane ride home)…I spent my free days to do whatever I wanted, on my own wisely. I knew what I was looking for and I was going to take advantage of it, no matter what anyone said. We drove to Paris and I remember my Grandparents rushing us by the nude statues…very silly indeed, could not be avoided in The Louvre. Also all the sex shops near the Moulin Rouge was awkward for them…lol. We also went to East Germany, this was before the wall came down, and it was quite sad. Far from the free East Berlin Berghain / Panoramabar lawlessness I would visit several years ago, totally not like I remembered in a great way. We further went to Antwerp Belgium, Amsterdam NL (All Over NL), Berlin DE, Luxembourg, and Zurich Switzerland.  It was a very fun trip. 346346hg

I know now days seeing police dogs and Machine guns at airports is pretty common, but back then it was not.  You see we planned our trip months ahead and found ourselves in Holland with military fighter jets doing mission test runs above the house. We turned on the radio and in Dutch, they were saying America was on the brink of w*ar after blo*wing up one  of K*had*afi’s homes, kil*ling his s*on. It was pretty scary for a while we did not know what was going to happen day to day. Would we be taking our scheduled flight a few weeks later from Brussels to the US. We thought about leaving early, thankfully we did not as everything seemed to settle down when it was time to leave.

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So as I said I was not going to allow a censored tour of europe, I was a young kid but had been around the block a few times. So I was worried about customs searching my bags especially with all I had acquired on my trip…unknowingly by my Grandparents and with the heightened security. My collectables in my luggage were; several Cuban Cigars, a bottle of cheap French Drinking Wine that all the locals in Paris drank at lunchtime with their bread and fromage, 1 bottle of Russian Potato Vodka, 1 bottle of REAL Czechoslovakian Absinthe, 1 Switchblade, 1 pen…woman with disappearing dress, 1 pack of Po*rn Star Playing Cards, and there was more but you get the idea. I was not even a teen yet and I was a walking ball of debauchery to go, just add water. It was that Heavy Metal music, it was a bad influence on me…I’ll blame it on that. K.

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So we get to the airport in Brussels and began to put our luggage on the conveyor to the x-ray. As it went through I could have pissed myself. Breathe! As soon as my bag came through I picked it up and hustled it away about 30 feet to the bottom of the escalators. I grabbed another bag of my family’s as well. Then all of a sudden there was a commotion behind the scanner and two airport officials come out from behind and start pulling my Grandmother’s bag apart, obviously looking for something. They found nothing as my bag was safely away. Ah to be young again, man was I a handful. That was very close…very very close! Imagine them unpacking my suitcase full of treats right in front of my stunned Grandparents?!?! Anyway I passed through customs and on arrival in the US scuttled without even a search or declaration form in the US. As I walked by inspectors they paid me no attention as I tried to steady my bag, the bottles had come unwrapped and were now clinking. I almost shat myself…steady hand!

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More to come about my trips to Continental Europe in the future, time to get back to music, Los Angeles, and Seattle. Forward a few years…Now it was the late 80’s, but I had travelled to LA in 83, 85, 88 and 89 and I did not establish my connections in the music industry until the middle of 1989. I thought to myself, I had missed out on Hendrix and the 60’s scene, as well as the Punk Movement in the 70’s (single digits, although I saw the 44633363mjRamones in 83 but that does not count, right, as I missed the movement). So I had to go to LA for the 80’s Glam Metal Scene…the Sunset strip was insane. The freaks were out and dressed to kill, it was more than you would imagine, the smell of Aqua Net and Phunky Kush was overwhelming. I got to see almost all of the LA Metal bands as there were shows every night of the week. It was a pretty carefree time as I was traveling back and forth between the UK, Boston, New York City, Los Angeles, and Seattle quite often. There were also many side trips to Vegas and Frisco as well. In the future I would find myself living between the UK, Reykjavik, Boston, San Diego, and San Francisco between tours in the 90’s. What made it even more amazing was that I was able to physically see the major turn in the music industry from LA Glam to The Seattle Sound.

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When I look back on it, it was a seismic shift but as I just liked loud music I transitioned easily from Motley Crue and Ratt to Alice In Chains and Nirvana. I did not give a fuck about the politics and I got along with almost anybody, so at the time I did not notice the music was too different, of course it was different, but more importantly I could feel that I was part of something very unique and a part of history. What made everything more confusing was that Guns N’ Roses, Janes Addiction, and The Red Hot Chilli Pepper’s holding it up for LA blurring the Alternative lines. Megadeth, Metallica, Anthrax, and Slayer (The Big Four) where holding things up for thrash in the US and even bigger in Europe and South America. I would just the same listen to LA Guns, Mudhoney, or Megadeth (just as I do today)…where I really noticed the transition was when I went back home to work in the clubs in the 90’s.  All the work shifted from LA to Seattle for sure but back home Glam Metal was out and “Grunge” (hate that term) was in at some point. I didn’t get the memo that Metal was out and Seattle was in. I just went with the flow. The difference at home was the radio had stopped playing 80’s metal and full rotation was set on Seattle, it was really strange. Instead of taking my flights to LAX, I was now heading for SEATAC. That’s just the way it was. Not Enough time to write about the Raves and The Grateful Dead, Old Skool Rap Shows ( Notorious BIG, Snoop Dogg, Tupac, Warren G, NWA, Public Enemy, Wu Tang Clan, KRS 1, Dr. Dre, etc.) that’s for other articles…I was going nonstop for sure!

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My experiences during these times are just beginning to be published, every day still I remember a new adventure and make note to be sure I remember to write about it here. “Bastard Saint” the Series has turned into something bigger. A book about all my experiences set to a bizarre ethereal netherworld. Based on a true story…there is so much to it, I will be posting excerpts from it in the New Year of 2015. Sorry, much later than I had expected because I want to give everybody a taste of how the book is coming along and the characters within, without giving away everything in a few posts. However I will probably self publish and give it away for free. So I look to give everyone here pieces to wet the tongue, while leaving people wanting to see development and progress with the full text.

So in closing here I wish everyone a Merry Christmas, Happy New Year and Happy Holidays! Have a drink and a toke on me…I’ll be sticking with my coffee, Ettan, and Skruf Xtra Stark with a little Thunder Ultra Raspberry / Thunder Frosted, Oden’s Kanel, Gotlandskt Julesnus to keep it real for the season! Real Swedish Imported Snus Taxes Paid(Med Smak Av Jul !)….not that American SNUS Shit!

 

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UPDATE: 12/23/14 ~ Excellent News…I guess it was meant to be. I just got off Facetime and the relatives did make it to the Sunset Strip today and they Loved It!!! They are now safely in San Diego [Dago] @ Mission Bay. Pacific Beach Manana!

So Cali Love!!!

 

Thanks for reading and for all your kind words and support!

More Interesting Articles and Reviews to come.

Cheers and Bless Bless!

 

CM ☕

 

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“Wake the Fuck up and drink mutherfucker” over and over, is all I can remember being wakened from a deep sleep. “Get up and Drink”, slam, landing on my chest barely half awake was a case of bottled beer, A half gallon of Wild Turkey and a half gallon of cheap butterscotch schnaps. It hit so hard knocking the wind out of me, sailing through the air from several feet away. I’m surprised none of it broke, but the Schnaps was of a cheap variety and thus was in a plastic bottle. As I began to shake the cobwebs off, I looked at the clock and it was C-2087ca little after Nine in the morning. I was getting used to this ritual from my roommate who was a more than a dozen years older then me…I believe that I was seventeen.

At this point in my life I had moved from my parents home because they could be understandably hard on me over drinking and drugs. Somehow I preferred this life over their persistence in trying to keep me on the straight and narrow. I had graduated from high school early because they just wanted me out of the High School. Really the story is much more complex than that however it would take a full page to explain it all. At the time my High School just wanted me gone. They let me graduate on the condition that I was off school grounds by noon every day. I just had to finish my requirements, to make a long story short.

So as I got up, I immediately began to feel the rush of exhilaration of knowing what was to come. I cracked open a bottle of Michelob, it was hair of the dog time. Soon there would be shots, and by noon I was completely hammered. Raising the stakes was always next and my roommate was always on point, time to get the first eight ball of coke. You know that was always a couple hours of going from house to house until we could score the best coke around. We had a pretty good source but it always still felt so shady, again all worth it at the time. Snort it no way, never. We would always cook it with ammonia and freebase it all. We knew we had a good source because the yield was always high. Purity is essential to this because if the coke was heavily “stepped on” their would be nothing to smoke.

Then the Second eight ball would be needed, already having smoked two packs of cigarettes before late afternoon, so we could use the ashes as a bed in the pipe bowl for the rocks we made. This went on every day for a long time, my roommate would give me his wallet after the second eight ball and tell me to hide it on him, and no matter what not to give it back. Soon, a few hours later, he would be trying to fight me to get back his wallet and after a wrestling match with my psycho but strong roommate, he would get his wallet back and say, “Wait here I’m going to get some more”. This was in the days before crack hit it big. Sometimes we would hang out with our dealer and pass the pipe around for three days straight before kibbying home hoping to not have a seizure. Pills, alcohol, and marijuana would help us come down…only to fall asleep and crash for two days or more.

So this was how I would begin my days and their was nothing glamorous about it however good it felt at the time. We were fired up and raging, “Living on the edge”, we would say. It was in the days before I would get real hangovers. It was not uncommon though to go through alcohol poisoning on my own, vomiting and ill from cheap liquor but no withdrawals or addiction. A few days off here and there from this madness felt like a months vacation in the sun. At the time we were also dropping blotter acid and purple mescaline like candy, to the point where we would C3452aFlpdose and would not get off due to tolerance. So a few would have to do the job…sometimes it was just right and others it was way too much. The walls would be sweating and breathing like a panting dog…over and over for hours. Kaleidoscopes….What fun, yeah OK!

Because we were in the city a few towns away from home, sometimes my roommate would disappear on a cocaine bender and I would take off with friends for adventures that were always a gas. We had one friend that we would hang out in his basement that was finished off like an apartment, and his parents just turned a blind eye to whatever we were doing down there. Fully grown pot plants on fire filling the whole house with smoke while his parents were home, hordes of friends all drunk on cough syrup and pills, feats of strength being tested to the limit of destruction of property, we had it all and it went on like that, it seems forever. Pink Floyd, Zeppelin, Beatles, Iron Maiden always blaring from the stereo, and all the windows in the basement where blacked out. Clocks were not allowed as a rule, so we would not be able to keep track of time or know whether it was day or night. There were times we would not leave the basement for two weeks at a time in the summer. People would show up and leave all day long, and we would smoke and get stoned on numerous chemicals. Others would bring and share their goods with us as it was a safe place out of sight.

At some point we found ourselves in town to stock up on boxes of food, to get us through our benders. One day when we left the store my friends and I realized that I was the one person the least wasted. I was not drunk or on acid that day for some reason so I was voted to drive the car back to the compound, and I did not have my driving license yet. So we left to head for our shelter and found ourselves uncharacteristically backed up in traffic. I pulled over with the realization that friends of ours had gotten into a bad car accident clipping a telephone pole. The police were already there, as ambulances were taking each person to the hospital. One friend that was not severely injured came over to us and he explained what happened. They were speeding and missed the curve in the road and slammed into c4563athe telephone pole. They were very lucky as no one was critically injured…it was a bizarre scene all of us wasteoids standing on the side of the road, like a random gathering of the tribe.

I do remember taking note that the police were watching us, but none of us were carrying so we did not care. I did find it strange that the cops did not ask us to move on, they seemed to act like they did not care either. Little did we know that this was the beginning of the end for most of us, and all of this scene was a wild coincidence in the cops bigger plans.

So we left the scene and we were all generously relieved to get out of there. I remember the car ride was strange, because again everyone was completely off their tits on acid, laughing and rolling around in the back seat and boot…we thought we were smooth sailing. My friends car had a powerful engine and I was taking full advantage of it, feeling the rush as we dropped over certain hills where our hearts would float into our necks. Not smart, I usually was super careful in times of taking things to the edge. So as we are coming around the bend way to fast into my friends neighborhood, I hit a patch of sand and the car slid off the road we sailed right over my friends neighbors front yard, hitting trees and signs. All of the grass in the front yard was all torn up good and next thing we know boom, we were launched into the air and landed on top of a large steel junction box for the whole neighborhood and came to a complete stop. All four tires were off the ground and we were square on top of the junction box about five feet off the ground. We all looked at each other with hallucinated faces and the electricity began to go out house by house down the length of the long road. I was scared shitless…everyone else broke out into unadulterated laughter. We were screwed.

We all exited the car, jumping down to the ground, we were only two houses away from the compound. All the families in the neighborhood came out on their doorsteps to see what all the chaos was about. My friends were rolling around on the grass laughing and I was scared stiff, all I could think was that we were going to pay dearly for this. My friend whose house the compound was in, his parents came out on their front steps with the look of absolute horror in their eyes. I could hear his little sister yell to his parents outside (I’ll never forget this as long as I live), she screamed “Mom, Dad…how come the cable is out.” I could have shit myself. Now it’s funny to reminisce but at the time, not so much.

So the police came and interviewed everyone and they gave my friend a ticket as they did not know I was driving and they did not ask. My friend who owned the car took the blame, they just figured he was driving and though he was wasted, he pulled it together once the police arrived. A tow truck came and it took them an hour to get the car down. As they were pulling it off the junction box the bottom of the car was squealing in pain. We just all stood there plussed. The fire department came as did the electric company, and they fixed the electric quite fast. I could not believe they let us leave to go inside and continue the C2367dmadness. I guess this called for a real party…the running joke was people asking me over and over “Hey man can we do that again, that was fun!”, to the roar of laughter.

Anyway we had purchased a book of acid…yes 1000 doses of blotter/ ten sheets of one hundred, for a couple hundred dollars (This happened often and we would split it). We would have the whole town blasted for a week for free just for fun. Everyone in school was dosing an hour before dismissal and by the time everyone walked out the front door everyone was toast. It was absolute mayhem, but there always came the time for running out. I was all out of my share, but my good friend had ten hits left, and as luck would have it he said on a whim, “let’s split the last 10 hits, five each”. I was all game, so we dosed and smoked some dope to some good music and friends. Our day, unbeknownst to us was just beginning after all we had already been through.

So as I was just starting to get off…loud bangs started to go off everywhere. Cops ripped open the cellar door and came from every direction. We could hear the helicopters flying over the house, and looking out through the destroyed door we could see cops frisking friends, dogs, spotlights everywhere. We were in the middle of an all out drug bust but it was local police…seems like the whole force, not the D*E*A. So they sat us all down in a line and asked us where the LSD was, and we said truthfully we did not have any. We had just finished it all, or so we thought, we did not say that but we had nothing. So they began to strip search us all, taking us one by one into a side room. Yup like you see on TV. The girls with us were balling because they were not involved, and they brought in a female officer to strip search them. After an hour or two of all this chaos…my friends parents were standing there watching all of this, the police mentioned they searched everywhere and they seemed to be giving up. I thought wow were we lucky…damn!

For some reason they wanted to search my friend that lived at the house for a second time…I remember them telling him to take his socks off and as he did this a small glass vial with two hits of acid in it clinked onto the floor and all of our jaws just dropped. We were fucked now! The police threw him to the ground and held up the vial and said, “Now that we have found this we have the right to tear this house apart…the ceilings, the electronics, the furniture, everything.” The cops told my friend “If you want to end this now, give us the rest and we can end all this.” His parents pleaded with him and he realized the jig was up so he walked over to the refrigerator, opened it and pulled off the locked ice box cover, slid his hand down the back and took out a tape case with thirty or so hits. They cuffed him and sat him down. Soon after, they started to let people leave one by C3425sone. My friend and I who were just starting to peak, we were chatting and the cops overheard something we said and they said to me what’s you’re name and I told them. They said ohhhh…we’ve been looking to talk to you. Oh shit here we go.

They said they wanted us to come to the police station…yes that’s right drive ourselves to the police station so they could talk to us. When we got in the car, we said just be cool and if they try to play us against each other, know that they were lying. So we got to the station and immediately they split us up and brought us into two different rooms. We were not scared because we did not have any drugs, but we were still high on five each. They did exactly as we talked about…they let us sit in the interview rooms for a half hour and I kept telling myself just be cool and honest. We were innocent in a gray area kind of way. When they came in they said to me, “you’re friend gave you up, we know you’re involved…tell us if you want us to help you out.” They had not read me my rights so that was a giveaway, and I told them he did not give me up…that’s a lie because we’ve done nothing. There is nothing to give up. So they tried to rattle me for about a half hour. Then they left and let us sit another half hour…I did not know what was going to happen. There was a clock on the wall and it was just about four in the morning at this time. Then all of a sudden they came in and said I could go, and to “stay out of trouble”.

That’s right, they let us leave and drive back to the city, to the safety of home. No…it still was not over, when we got to the city about ten minutes from the house…whew…whew the sound of police sirens behind us pulling us over. OMG fuuuuuck, we thought what now. The officer came to the window and said license and registration. My friend realized he did not have his ID, they had taken it at the police station and he forgot to get it back. So we proceeded to explain to him that we were just part of a house raid and drug bust, and the police at so and so station had his license. The cop could not believe his ears, and neither could we. ***FACEPALM*** He said he would be right back, that he was going to contact them to confirm. The officer came back to the window five or so minutes later and said it all checked out and that we could go. I think we drove twenty miles per hour the rest of the way home. When we walked in the door my roommate screamed at the top of his lungs at five in the morning. “Drink you mutherfuckers…it’s time to drink”, as he hurled unopened bottles of beer at us far across the room. All we could do was look at each other and laugh. Nine lives…one for the ages and I was not even eighteen years of age yet.

 

Cheers and Bless Bless!

 

CM ☕

 

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