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 ~

Today Up On Christmachine Audio Reference Music Server :

 

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!

 

Most Recent Imported Swedish Snus Haul:

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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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Chasing The Euphoric Dragon…Welcome To “The Machine”…[Update-Edit]

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Today Up On Christmachine Audio Reference Music Server

I would like to talk a little bit about my love for music and how it began to evolve. There are a few things that have driven me in terms of passion, but music was the most powerful, to me it was not of this earth. I think that passion was so great that it overwhelmed many other lesser passions in terms of priority in my life. I’m sure a lot of you can relate to this. As this site is all about the complete music spectrum and some of you are trying out new types of music to add to the joy in your lives as I do everyday.

When I first started this page I had general ideas of what I wanted to do here but none of it was set in stone. I pretty much had all these ideas and wanted a way to organize them as I have said previously. So it’s been quite fun figuring ways to fill these pages with music history in the sense of music as it happens as an art. Whether it be mixes, vinyl 900x900px-LL-7a6d0b7c_headphones-girls-3669x2592-wallpaperrips, stories and videos this is my way of presenting to you what has made me excited about music.

I remember at a very young age when my parents would play vinyl or cassettes, at just how music affected my psyche. I would be overwhelmed with emotion as, unbeknownst to me, the keys in songs would change and really affect my emotions. Again I stress, I was affected. I would have the whole range of emotions from being unable to stop  from pounding my fists in the air with euphoria or sit on the floor in sad effigy to the classical roller coaster.

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I remember a particular time around the age of five when I was sitting in the car and some music was playing on the radio and I cannot remember what music it was…but the windows were down and the weather was warm and bam, goose pimples all over my body. I could see the hair on my arm and feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up as if I was a Rho*desian Ridg*eback. I was hooked from that very moment and it would drive my desire for new sounds, to make that feeling, from my neck right down my spine happen again and again.

At about the same time of listening to music in the home at a young age, I was fortunate to meet a kid who was at my bus stop for school who was ten or so years older than me. I thought I knew a lot about music then but I had no idea. Anyway this “kid” got into a conversation with me about music and it somehow ended up with him saying ‘why don’t you come over my house after school  and I’ll show you some real music’. I thought great, excited but I had no idea that it would take me to a whole new level of wonder.

Anyway after school that day finally came and I went with him to his house which was not to far from where I lived, but when we entered his house I had no idea how amazed I would be. I remember walking into his living room, his parents were at work and the first thing that caught my eye was hundreds of records all colorfully categorized on shelves. I remember scoping out the spines from a distance and it was as if I could see the small print on the edge of the gatefolds from across the room.

He began to put records on the turntable one after the other, saying ‘you have to hear this’….Black Sabbath, Yes, Grateful Dead, Deep Purple, Pink Floyd, The Yardbirds, Muddy Waters, The Rolling Stones…one after the other he would bounce around to different tracks like a magician. In about an hours time I heard all the best tunes on each record from what I realized was a pro and I had a lot to learn. After that bit of time had gone by, I music-nirvana-dave-grohl-kurt-cobain-music-bands-krist-novoselic-1024x768-hd-wallpaper-400x250remember him saying that I had to leave because his parents would be coming home soon. I did not want it to end, thinking I could do this all day long.

Then the bane of music lenders everywhere confronted me like a dream. I had been looking at a bunch of records…the artwork, the gatefolds, the inserts, the vinyl smell, in complete awe. I did not want to let them go but I went to hand them back to him. He then said, ‘take them home and give them back to him at the bus stop whenever I’m done with them. I stuttered ‘…ahhh ok, thanks…I’ll take real good care of them’. He did not even think about that he just told me to have fun.

So I walked home and I cringe when I say it but it’s kind of funny, I went in my bedroom and plugged in my Fisher Price record player with one speaker and a permanant needle (LOL) fisherpriceand began to listen to Kiss Alive I, Hotter than Hell, Black Sabbath’s first album….I was instantly possessed. Once the needle hit the record bam the goosebumps and the cold feeling in my spine and veins as the adrenaline coursed through my body. There it was again that feeling of weightlessness and the hair standing on the back of my neck. It was dangerous and sonically magnificent at the same time.  I had found a way to do it at will. I was in heaven.

I remember my mother coming to my bedroom door with the look of despair as the tune “Black Sabbath” was cranked on the crappy record player…I knew she was thinking what is that noise! Next came sadness for her I think because innocence was lost in that moment. The devil had entered our home…she looked very worried, not knowing what to do but say ‘turn that off, and where did you get that’. Now…. we went to church but we were not bible thumpers. My mother was actually very open minded… to Fleetwood Mac and Foreigner and Neil Diamond and Mozart, but not Black Sabbath and Kiss kind of open.

So it was that moment that changed my whole life forever, the moments monument Pírataretched into my brain for all eternity. I would never look back.

After a few days the kid at the bus stop said to me, ‘you have my albums’…I thought and said no…They were at home. He said in a nice but stern tone, ‘Make sure you bring them to the bus stop tomorrow.  ‘Ok’… I replied ‘sure’. The next day I brought them and gave them back…I had a funny feeling that we really would not have a friendship or anything which I wanted because I wanted to learn more. I never saw him again. The next day and every day forward, he had disappeared. I get the feeling looking back on it now that he may have had trouble at home in some way. I guess I’ll Never know.

After a few years I remember it was harder and harder to get that feeling of euphoria from the music. I enjoyed it the same but I was no longer getting jacked anymore. I had developed a tolerance. Over the years there would be times when the feeling would come on for a short time but it was not on command like it had been in the beginning. I was then on the intense search for the dragon.

I found that live shows would bring on the feeling, and I did that a lot but even that was hit and miss.  That leads me to many years later and a story for another time. I once again 6330_1203429041436_4311117_nfound “the machine” when I heard the first beats of electronic music pound into into my chest. Bam…goosebumps, techno. Oh shit look out.

So let me finish by saying that I am in constant search of the Holy Grail. I find it in the strangest places but it always rears up it’s unavoidable head. I am old enough now to even see it, smell it, and feel it when it is near. I know it from the moment it starts, through intuition, if this or that is going to move me or not. Sometimes it finds me as it is legion…but I shake my finger at it with confidence and say, “On my terms…understand” as it nods in agreement. It no longer has it’s way with me….I have my way with it.

Thanks for reading and again for all your support!

MORE LATER…

— L.D.: Christ Machine (@Christ_Machine) May 6, 2014

 

Bless Bless!

Braindamage Inc.

 

CM ☕

 

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Playlist #5 is up & Essential Reading Post #2…Headphone Measurement Datasheets as of April 2014 .pdf …

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Reviews for individual albums or sets will be posted HERE but daily playlists will be posted in the Playlist Feed Blog. Again you can access it from the “PLAYLIST” button in the header menu below the “HOME” button. Or you can get there using the links below.

New Playlist…[Direct Link / Portal to the other side of this site below…

 

 

 

First we have Playlist #5 up:

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Iron Maiden – Purgatory (D. Riggs)

http://playlists.christmachine.com/hd-tracks/christmachine-audio-reference-music-server-playlist-5/

 

Essential Reading Post #2…Headphone Reference Measurement Datasheets as of April 2014…Just do a “find” and search the .pdf for the name brand you want or own. To save .pdf just “save page as”, 43.1 mb’s.

Enjoy

http://www.innerfidelity.com/images/AllGraphs.pdf

 

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