My Top 100 Bands of All Time

Periodically, yo az needs to be enlightened. Thus, the cultural portion of the blog. I will attempt to compile the definitive list and review of the Top 100 Bands of All Time. These will be in no particular order since they are all #1 in my heart.

#100 Al Foxx
Don't let the homeless look distract you from the subtle casio keyboard tunes of our first entry. Al has been entertaining the hungry and the Catholics every Friday for over a decade at the Native Texan in Lubbock, Texas. Who can resist the all you can eat catfish and the delightful sounds of one of America's most pickled talent. A recent patron of the Texan, as locals call it, recalled his memories of Al. "We really wanted him to play at our wedding until we found out that he's philosophically opposed to marriage. When we told him that there would be all the little smokies and miniature bottles of vodka he could consume, he changed his tune real quick." So if you are ever cruising down Slide and have a pain for some saturated fat and heartfelt music, the Native Texan and Al Foxx should be your destination.

Defibulator not included
Definitive Song: King of the Road

Who's Your Mike?

I want to believe. I really do, but don't we all know someone like Mike? He's that pal that you can't help but love. He is usually very loud, very wrong about everything he's loud about, but he's still someone you can't seem to afford not having around. "Mike" is the guy that continues to mess his life up even though he's probably the smartest, most talented person you have ever met. He's the guy that you want to succeed, but seems to always mess up the best of every situation. From jobs to relationships, he's the dude that just can't avoid screwing it up.
But at what point to we give up on "Mike"? As we get older and have families and careers, it becomes harder to understand "Mike". Everyone else seems to have gotten their acts together but then there is "Mike". From one minute to the next, you don't know if he's on suicide watch or going to be named to the hall of fame.
But why do we need him around? Because he's your hombre. He's your kemosabe. He's your friend. I believe Mike like George Bush believes there are WMD's in Iraq. You really, really want to believe...but you know way back in the recesses of your soul that they just aren't there...and you can't seem to ever face that reality.
But I hope the best for Mike and for "Mike". We need them around to entertain us, to make us laugh, to piss us off...and above all, to be our amigo!

Jesus Doesn't Need An XBox

Every Sunday morning as a child was the same. I would wake to an awesome breakfast that my mom had made for the family. After devouring the feast, I would take my heavy blanket that my grandmother had made by hand and curl up on the couch to catch a few more winks before church. My father would be sitting in his chair studying his sunday school lesson as The Old Time Gospel Hour would be tuned in on the tube. I was always into watching the service. The music leader had the most incredibly high tenor voice. It would give me goosebumps to hear him hit those atmospheric notes. I was also captivated by the little oval in the bottom corner of the screen, where a woman with her hair in a beehive style would sign to those who could not hear the music or the message. And then, it was showtime! The man himself would rise up and deliver some of the most fiery sermons one could hear. Of course the man was Jerry Falwell. The man who is single-handedly out to destroy the things that he loves so much.
Last night I was flipping around the "news" stations when I came across Rev. Falwell talking about how Christmas was being destroyed by the Democrats. After I pulled my tongue back in my mouth, I began to really try to understand what exactly he was talking about. His argument is one that some of the politically "religious" like to bring up each Christmas. They site examples of people being restricted from singing religious songs at school or communities that are banning nativity scenes on courthouse lawns. Although these things are surely happening, it's not because Christianity is under attack. It's because Christians have failed to do what Christians have been called to do.
The greatest commandment is to love your neighbor as yourself...and guys like Rev. Falwell just don't get it. We are living in a world where everyone is out to screw the opposition. And Christians have fallen into that trap. Instead of loving our neighbors, we are deciding who's career we are going to ruin to get ahead and which country we are going to invade so our portfolios continue to grow. This is about as far from loving your neighbor as Christ could ever imagine.
And so I began to imagine just what would Christ think about all of this. Would Christ be beating down the doors of WalMart on "Black Friday" to grab the latest sales? Would He be all that interested in whether or not there was a nativity scene on the courthouse square? I bet the biggest rock in His sandal would be whether or not we are taking care of each other instead of trying to rip each other apart because of our political ideology or that my country has oil...or not.
So here's my advice to Christians that are all geeked up about not singing Silent Night at school or ready to firebomb their local Democratic Headquarters because the Nativity scene was taken down at City Hall. Love one another. Love your neighbor. Love your family. Christ doesn't need another XBox!

A Tour of Scurry Co.

To know a man, you need to know what makes him. For me, I am a proud Texas born in Snyder, Texas. My family has been in Scurry Co. for over 100 years going back to my grandparents and great-grandparents. The land is beautiful, rich and has made me who I am today. My mom was born in Camp Springs, a part of the greater Snyder metro area. With a population of about 15 today, we still have land out and around this area.
If you are a Texan, you are truly proud of where you came from. So what is it that makes us a one of a kind breed? It's the sky, the dirt, the wind and the way of life that makes us Texan. I've seen a lot of places in the world, and will hopefully see more of it, but there is only one place that is Texas. Only a Texan can look out the window like I did yesterday and see the dirt blowing across the sky at almost 60 miles an hour and thank God that you live here! The long distances between towns makes everyone on the road a long lost friend. With the friendly index finger lifted skyward as you pass a lone truck on a desolate farm road, we pass and then stare into the blank horizon and the long ribbon of blacktop in front of us with only a Willie Nelson tune and our faithful pooch to keep us company. We are Texan.
We see the sky different out here. There is only one Texas sunset...and it's not seen in Dallas, or Austin, or Houston. Only from West Texas can you really see a Texas sunset. And it's especially pronounced in the winter time. As the sun moves low on the southern horizon, streaks of color only found on God's palette are smeared across the sky, unencumbered by trees, tall buildings or smog. It's in the crispness of a west Texas winter afternoon that the sky is really seen. This is Texas. This is me.

Can January Get Here Any Faster?

When will Jan. 2 get here? This is me and Kingfish from one year ago. We are surviving on about 5 hours of sleep and cruising down from LA to San Diego to see the beloved Red Raiders. What a crazy year it has been!
Bowl Bound Baby!

Thank God for LUBBOCK!

Now don't get me wrong, the metroplex is awesome. From the trees to the traffic...it's the total shizz, but there is only one Hubcity. After our thanksgiving trip to the Gopherville, we made our way back to Lubbock this afternoon, after a pit-stop in Snyder of course! We arrived to a crisp afternoon with the sun low on the horizon, the wind howling out of the NW, and two very HAPPY puppy dogs! The metro is a great place to see, visit, shop and hang with Kingfish but it sure is nice to leave and get back to good old Lubbock. I tell you, let Austin be weird, let Houston be humid and let the metroplex continue to provide Lubbock with some outstanding talent...and for God sakes...Keep Lubbock Flat! (Hat tip to Kingfish)

Rockin Cowtown Show Ya Right Now!!!

Well, it was a banner day. Shortstack decided that the wee ones needed a day at the Ft. Worth Zoo. Her sister (the one "married" to the aggot) decided to be an AWESOME aunt and go along with the kiddos. So what should Helmut do? Why of course! Go hang with Kingfish all day and watch the football!
What shour have been a torar kick in da donrey barrs, the Whorns actually need the entire game to finish off the aggots. The perfect scenerio, after Neb took care of Col in the late game would be ISU taking the Whorns to the shed next weekend, Whorns dropping to Cotton where a madder than hell LSU, coming off their own defeat in the SEC championship completely Bengals the Whorns on Jan. 2!
And where do the Red Raiders end up? The BCS throws them a bone to the Fiesta where they route the Irish!
Ah...to dream the impossible!
See you Bama turds in a month....byaaaatch!
Oh, and did I mention the incredible fish at the Ocean Rock in Ft. Worth? The owner is an awesome dude. He's a '75 Tech grad with a long history in Lubbock. Torarry awesome atmosphere with torrary awesome blackened salmon! Kingfish and I are looking at hosting the "Keep Lubbock Flat" bash there next year before the TCU game.

Peckerhead Brother-in-Laws

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Turkey Day

The Casbah

Happy Thanksgiving Yo!
All are healthy and bright in the GP this morning. We've got the parade on the televizzle and the turkey in the ovenizzle...what can I say, it's ALL GOOD!
Can't wait to see the Broys torrary kick the Broncos arr over Trexas Stradium tris afernoon. Although my AFC team of choice is Denver, I am a Texan...born and raised. There is no other choice.
COWBOYS...DO OR DIE!!!

Where Noise Comes to Die!

Welcome to the blue bus!
There's room for all!