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Feb 8

PUNK PIONEERS pt3 RELECTIONS on a night of a million Subplots

Posted on Sunday, February 8, 2009 in Negative Trend, Punk Pioneers

pp221well after standing in the cold wind for half an hour..getting recognized by every one entering the show…STEVE DEPACE took charge and the lady from the ticket window waved me over and handed me two VIP passes and tickets…YOKO and I quickly scurried in and it was nonstop familiarity..everone kind of sizing each other up and then saying “arent you so and so?..with a little more there (point at gut) and a little less there? (point to balding and/or greying hair….)…everyone had aged ..some better than others.

 
.SOME even looked better than when the were youngsters GREG LANGSTON of the AVENGERS looked like a movie star…SALLY MUTANT has loss a ton of weight and her face has thinned and she is as georgeous (as her personality always was )these days..my old bandmate CRAIG GREY now has a name to match his hair.. seemed thin and jubilant…PENELOPE was lookin’ DAMN fine..as always…still married..I think??

 
. meeting RICKY SLEEPERS teenaged son was heavy…brought me to tears a couple of times…finally I pulled him aside and had a talk with him….I know how hard it is for mak growing up in my notoriously dubious shadow…and Im alive to explain things.. looks hauntingly like his pop RICKY..good kid..having a great time

zack an Kei

zack an Kei

 
A GOOD MANY of the old crowd fell into the kinda getting paunchy, middle aged and relatively healthy & Happy catagory…PAUL DRAPER,PETER URBAN,VINCE (who is now a woman named domenique.)…BOBBY CLIC,JOE REES of TARGET VIDEO… I think RESA (BELFAST COWGIRL EXTRORDINAIRE) aged remarkably well..so did I ,frankly..the main thing is that were all still alive an kicking..any day above ground is a good day indeed

 
.I may not have been up there belting out THE BLACK AND RED…but thats thier loss,..coz Im a much better singer now…..I was “THEE VERY WORST SINGER IN THE SCENE “according to Howie Klein , and it almost got me a gig with the SEX PISTOLS LOL.,,,MICHEAL BELFER looks the same …only really long blond hair….pp231

 
.. as much as it was good to see NEGATIVE TREND be barely mediocre without me…that is a franchise close to my heart ..and I would like to see it snarling,snotty engaging the audience in a compelling provacative way…rather than meandering lifelessly thru once GREAT SONGS…if they contine playing out though Im confident with some polish and energy ..they could recapture the LUSTRE  of the old NEGATIVE TREND…without Will though..its hard..smaller venue would definetely help

 
I heard countless times “why arent you singing?” and “they are sucking hard” and”how fucking lame”…”it be so great if you were singing..why arent you?”..I wasnt asked..and these commentS were from thier friends and peers.”Well,..maybe NEXT TIME..”I said graitiously to well wishers..its weird… I like paul hood.. visiited extensively with PAUL HOOD…he’s a great guy…saw him open for the RAMONES IN 1976..when he was a teenager in a band called the MYCE…And PAUL CASTILLE is a good guy and competent singer…it was just lifeless for some reason…and the audience seemed as disinterested as the band…but they played ..and that was great for that fact alone

 
but all in all…a great night of nights…more notable was who was not there…JELLO…JENIFER MIRO..of  course DIRK is dead…and personally I missed DEBISOU…didnt see GINGER COYOTE…but it was a fantastic gathering of new and (mainly) old faces…my camera batteries were dead..so like I have many times before over the years…I departed during FLIPPERS closing set as did most of the over 40 crowd…

 
I was chatting with RESA and simultaneously we looked at each other and exclaimed “I cant take anymore FLIPPER ” …though I do like them in a greatful deadish way…with that we both said “jinx” and joined many others shivering outside to say our goodbyes…what fun!..it was….LETS DO IT AGAIN IN ANOTHER 30 YEARS…there will probably only be ten of us left…will just book a room at the ROYAL PACIFIC MOTOR INN and bring accoustic guitars and tamborines

Feb 8

PUNK PIONEERS..the BACK STORY

Posted on Sunday, February 8, 2009 in Punk Pioneers

AND AFTER…AFTER AND BEFORE…

east bay/rozz

east bay/rozz

One of the more interesting aspects of the Punk pioneers get together was that YOKO had never met any of these people…So when we returned home we combed thru PUNK 77,X-CAPEES, BRUCE CONNERS MABUHAY,HARDCORE CALIFORNIA, and my pictures for images of the people I had introduced her to…as they were in 1977 and 1978…the BEFORE PICTURES…she met the AFTER PICTURES in person….

ROZZ,valim,mary,domenique AKA vince

ROZZ,valim,mary,domenique AKA vince

she was especially shocked at young JOE REES (TARGET VIDEO), PETER URBAN,PAUL DRAPER, and the various DEAD KENNEDYS excluding YELLO (who was a no show) as well as the transformation of luminaries such as SALLY MUTANT and VINCE AKA DOMENIQUE, …

I forgot how handsome that scene was…YOKO fawned over a dashing young PETER URBAN in the X-capee’s book…lot of young sexy punk rock bitches we was…I had forgotten… the music and the girls in that iniatal explosion of the SF77 scene…gorgeous in a primal sorta way…

I was sorry to hear of the passing of photographer/artist BRUCE CONNER who took the single most ICONIC picture of yours truly, perhaps one of the ten most notable pictures of the punk rock era in general…I feel that photograph of the target on my chest,.. and the one with I HATE ART written on my pants (that won the ART FORUM award) are partially responible for my marginal success…they kept my name and image out there over the years in book,gallery shows,magazines and even the news papers…appearing on the cover of the BAY GUARDIAN in fall of 97.THE VILLAGE VOICE NYC in january 2005…RIP BRUCE CONNER…you will be missed

unknown glamazons

unknown glamazons

GREG INGRAM, VALE, RESA,MICHEAL BELFER,and PENELOPE to some degree are essentially aging in the DICK CLARK tradition (before the stroke anyway) and look pretty much the same aside from a scant few pounds and barely visible crows feet…I consider myself in this catagory..my strategy was to distract everybody from how hammered I look with the tight red pants and FLEUVOG shoes…this was as close to a high school reunion for me so I took note of every detail…

mary,craig grey,belfer

mary,craig grey,belfer

SMILE LINES and the overall continence of facial feature usually indicate a life of LaUGHTER, or a life of UNHAPPY STRUGGLES…most everyone looked as if they had been living a good life…only a few had BITTERNESS burned on thier brow…

one other thing that gave YOKO the HEEBEE GEEBEES was looking at pictures of the late RICKY WILLIAMS after meeting his son ZACHARY and mom REBECCA….The likeness is absolutely eery…I wanted to take pictures of ZACH but thought it might appear exploitive and inapropriate…he is very handsome and a sweet young man…I didnt realize he was twenty or I would have took pic’s…he looks 13 or 14…

so YOKO saw the AFTER…and now were cross referencing books for the BEFORE….and it is bizarrely perveresly fascinating…there are two other notable stories from the trip I will recant when possible

domenique and ?

domenique and ?us in 78rozz/paul draper

Feb 8

punk pioneers show sf7/28

Posted on Sunday, February 8, 2009 in Punk Pioneers

pp6pp1
Myspace blog number 617… PUNK PIONEERS daze! blogworthy moment number 2

pp11

story number 2)…..we almost didnt make it to the show at all…it was getting near 8 pm and we were having trouble getting a cab in front of the ROYAL PACIFIC on broadway street…it was after all, a bustling saturday night in one of the most exotic party towns in the world…we flagged and whistled and waved at every cab going by…but all were occupied..dang..diggety dang.pp10

STEPHAN suggested we take a bus to which SVETLANA joked “I cant take a bus ,..I might have  cancer! were not taking the bus!” suddenly a big black SUV stopped beside us and the window went down…”Where you going?..Im mellow guy..give people rides all the time..”

“are you some sort of car service?” I asked…”were going to the FILLMORE…on FILMORE and GEARY street” STEPHAN chimed in…

pp7our wildat taxi driver pushed open the passenger door…”10 bucks….thats cheaper than a cab…Im OLLIE..I do this all the time…Im also the doorman at the GARDEN OF EDEN..get in its cool..Im mellow…I  like ..go to all the concerts..TESTAMENT, METALLICA, and my cousin is friends with DEATH ANGEL..ten bucks ..save you money and put some gas in my tank”

the young muscular aisan man certainly didnt look like a serial killer…and how many serial killers do 4 victims at once.?..so I slid the side panel door open and noticing a lack of handcuffs or duct tape…helped YOKO up and in following close behind…SVETLANA pushed STEPHAN toward the open front door…”NO..youre riding in front..I might have cancer” and got in behind me on the bench seat….it was a running joke..”what about me!” I said…”this should be blogworthy ” Yoko added…

rozz /greg ingram

rozz /greg ingram

we were off thru the broadway tunnel with OLLIE trolling us for information…”so are you in a band? I party with all the bands…like METALLICA, and TESTAMENT,..Ive seen them 3 times…do you like to party coz I help people get hooked up..Im mellow.. its all good..I also sell TIMESHARES..work at the GARDEN OF EDEN..I can get anything..if you need to party..I like to help people ..its all good…”

he was so vague …yet came on so strong with his DRUG PUSHING RAP I almost thought maybe the cops were doing some reverse sting…he was young and muscular and clean cut..late twenties…no one responded ..it was kind of an awkward silence…he was unaware he had picked up 4 people that may LOOK freaky-deak,…but we had one who’s twenty years clean and sober, one that just got a 5 year chip, and me and YOKO just like the occaisonal vuuudka and ciggies…and we can buy them at the store

rozz/micheal belfer

rozz/micheal belfer

not wanting him to start renegotiating the 10 buck ride now that it was apparent there would be NO drug transaction taking place…I engaged him and feigned interest in the GARDEN OF EDEN strip club…”Do you work tommorrow night…can you get us a discount on cover..its our last night and we’ll be in a mood to PARTY party,ya know what I mean?you got cute chicks there OLLIE?”

“every kind of chick aisan,australian,costa rican,puerto rican..” OLLIE says proudly..

“any russian or czech girls” I ask”’…pp38

“dutch /armenian about the closest..shes really hot”

you like the DUTCH OVEN OLLIE? you like a good DUTCH OVEN? everyone likes the DUTCH OVEN dont they?

rozz/paul hood

rozz/paul hood

“oh yeah DUTCH OVEN is good…I like all the positions ..Im a mellow guy ..like to party..its all good..”

“”yeah its cool..I’ll get you all in for 20 bucks..usually its twenty bucks each..but its cool..Im a mellow guy.. like to party..partied with bands that have come in the club..like uh..TESTAMENT and METALLICA IRON MAIDEN….I was born in 77 ..I grew up on the DRI..DEATH ANGEL..come down and I’ll hook you up..

he seemed appeased temorarily,..but these maverick hustlers will always try to make some sort of score…usually they sell tourist a bunk bag of coke as they exit the cab and then disappear looking for the next mark…this guy was kind of a heavy metal illegal cabbie drug hustling doorman an timeshare salesman..a jack of all trades…I noticed he was distracting himself from driving with his spiel(s)..pp12

I also noticed an open 24 ounce can of pabst blue ribbon peeking out of a paper bag on the console…I reached nervously for my seatbelt and clicked it…”but were not gonna be here tomorrow night ” SVETLANA said confused

avengers onstage

avengers onstage

by my promise to this jack of all trades stranger…I elbowed her  and whispered “its improv,..just improv”

then SVELANA says “were the HAREOLAS”…”were on CHRYSALIS” says YOKO from the other side “PSYCHOBITCH was the first CD”….no it wasnt “I believe it was called SHAVE IT..on that indy label ..”The HAIRY AREOLAS” SVETLANA says loudly again…I nudge her..she looks at me with a wicked smile “you said to improv”

OLLIE is launching into another loop regarding  PARTYING AND/OR pp41TESTAMENT,METALLICA,IRON MAIDEN and those close personal friends of his cousins DEATH ANGEL…miraculously we are at the FILLMORE…”LET ME GIVE YOU MY NUMBER..I’ll hook you up after the show” he pleads as we exit the SUV “WE can all PARTY!”

“NO well just see you tomorrow at the GARDEN OF EDEN…I promise…a PRETTY VACANT promise….

the end

resa/rozz

resa/rozz

this is one of three funny stories written when Yoko,Svetlana, and I went down to SF to see the AVENGERS,FLIPPER,THE MUTANTS and my old band NEGATIVE TREND in the summer of 2008…we stayed at THE ROYAL PACIFIC MOTOR INN and had a hell of a good time…Svetlana and YokO gave me a makeover..buying me SKINNY LEG RED PANTS and very expensive FLUEVOG shoes so I could look good for my old mates

Feb 7

my last feeling

Posted on Saturday, February 7, 2009 in Lyrics

 

MY LAST FEELINGa-xsvet

Everyone knows..how I long to be your lover..

everyone knows,..but you..dear..

and  I cant seem to say, what Im constantly thinking..

so Im drinking away..my last feeling..

so long as the skys blue one in awhile…I will never get tired of your smile

without it my lifes a great big pile of nothingaf

and when a jetliner flies overhead..and your desk feels like a deathbed..

well remember I said lets quit our jobs and go traveling

and everyone says ..we”d be..so good together

but its not just me ..that finds you appealing..

 has it ever crossed your mind,in your romantic downtimes, when your between boyfriends and youre reeling?

so long as the skies blue once in awhile..I will never get tired of your smile

without it  my lifes like a great big pile of nothing..

and when a jetliner flies overhead, and your desk feels like a deathbed…remember I said lets quit our jobs and go travelling..

now everyone knows.. how I long to be your lover..a-spank

everyone sees what Im concealing..

but if I reveal myself..well..I just might not recover..

so Im drinking away MY LAST FEELING….

so long as the skies blue once in awhile..

so long as the skies blue once in a while..

so long as the sky..is blue…so long as the sky..is blue

I will hide..inside..my last feeling…my last feeling…a-e2

i will hide..my last feeling…

my last feeling..

——————————-RRWc2001 this is a new song Ive played live a bit…recently at MATCHBOX in December…everyone seems to love it and wonder WHO it is about…I’ll never tell

Feb 6

VALIUM..Original version of DANDY WARHOL’S new recording VALERIE-YUM

Posted on Friday, February 6, 2009 in Lyrics

the DANDY WARHOLS recently recorded a very psychedelic version of this song on thier album “EARTH TO THE DANDY WARHOLS” and its especially cool coz if you listen to the breakdown in the middle …you can hear them mention my name several times in the psychedelic psychobabble… getting a nod, a homage, and royalties to boot was one of the high points of 2008..and has spurred renewed interest in my life and music…here are the original lyric plus the FUNK/RAP breakdown that had all the kids dancing back in the 80′s..enjoy…and visit the ROZZ REZABEK MYSPACE page to hear my version…which of course like all my music…is availible on http://www.cdbaby.com or I-tunes…

VALIUM      RRW1983

never stuck a needle in my vein..oh yeahma12

i never polluted my nose with cocaine,..well maybe once or twice

my vice is nice and just a little bit insane..oh

Im on vacation in my brain

I take valium -yum-yum

my doctor signs an autograph

vali-yum-yum-yum-yum-yumaa-bb

and i just have to laugh

world war 3, world war 4,..HEY!

I just dont care no more ..I take

VALI-YUM-YUM-YUM-YUM-YUM

I used to cry all the time..oh yeah

i used to be so sad its true…

but now Im happy..Yeah Im mighty fineabandon1

chewing up those ten milligram blues

vali-yum-yum-yum-yum

my doctor signs his autograph

valium-yum-yum

and i just have to laugh

world war 3,world war 4, HEY

I just dont care no more ..Im onma1

vali-yum-yum-yum-yum-yum

yummy yummy yummy got the love in my tummy

got the little love in my tummy oh yeah

yummy yummy yummy, feeling kinda gumby oh yeah

Im mello,..Im mello,.. my whole fucking heads full of lime green jello

Im on vacation in my brain

valium, my doctor signs an autographsl19

valium, I just laugh..world war 3, world war 4..HEY

—–MANGO LUV BUTTER HOMELESS TECHNICOLOR YAWN

EVERYONE TELLS ME MY RAPS REAL GONE

IM A TALL RABID GEEK,I AINT VERY HANDSOME

AND I MAKE LESS SENSE THAN CHARLIE MANSON

BUT I DRESS ,I DRESS FOR DURESS

I DRESS, I DRESS FOR DURESS..AND THEN Isl7

PUMP UP THE VOLUME POP DOWN A VALIUM

PUMP UP THE VALIUM,POP DOWN THE VOLUME

MANGO LUV BUTTER HOMELESS TECHNICOLOR YAWN

SLO-MO SEX ON THE WHITE HOUSE LAWN

TWO TWITCH VIXENS, WITH GIN AN MIXIN’S..

SAID THEY COULDNT SLEEP SO WE THOUGHT WE’LD GET IT ON

MANGO LUV BUTTER HOMELESS TECHNICOLOR YAWN

SMEAR IT ON THICK LIKE A BOOTSY SONGsl24

SMEAR THE FUCK ON THICK LIKE A BOOTSY SONG..

11 AM 11PM, GET UP GET DOWN, LETS DO IT AGAIN

GO TO THE ROCK SHOW,TO THE COCK SHOW,OH MY,.ALL THE MOCK HO’S

NEW YORK NEW YORK ITS A HELL OF A TOWN

BROWS FURROWED, READING BURROUGHS

RIDING DOWN IN A HOLE IN THE GROUNDx31

THE BRONX IS UP AND THE BATTERY’S DOWN

THERES NO ONE HOME..I CANT HEAR A SOUND

I TOOK ONE JUST TO CALM ME DOWN

I TOOK TWO DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO

I TOOK THREE I SAID WHATS HAPPENING TO ME

I TOOK FOUR AND JUST SAID..

MORE MORE MORE MORE..targ

vali-yum-yum-yum-yum..doctor signs an autograph

vali-yum-yum-yum..i just have to laugh

world war3, world war 4,..hey

i just dont care no more..Im on the

vally-yum-yum-yum..world war 3,world war 4..

hey…………

Feb 6

the perfect words

Posted on Friday, February 6, 2009 in Lyrics

THE PERFECT WORDSamz9

The perfect words,they never come

if there are really miracles..I need one.

Im all heart and no brains..played out a desperate game

cant explain myself but I will die trying

The perfect words ..and simple times

a bed full of laughter and it was all mine

and we dont have to be friends,..but maybe we could talk again ..come up with an ending as good as our love began

the perfect words..a magic wand

to wave around us and poof… girl ,.. the world is gone..bc-unpublished1

Im all heart and no brains, played all the desolate games

cant explain myself but I will die trying

the perfect words you know they never come

and saying good byes rarely ever fun

yeah the perfect words,you know they never come

whats done is done is done is done is done

turn on the heat,..draw myself a bath

revise and rewrite our epitath

with the perfect words

Feb 6

ONE BROWN TOOTH & A BOTTLE OF JACK.. PTS. 1 AND 2

Posted on Friday, February 6, 2009 in Theatre of Sheep

amz1.Journey thru the past..LO-TEK,..the LOST tapes….PART ONEpl2
It was on a recent nature hike thru the hills along the river..up off macadam off Taylors ferry in an area where the hills are sheer cliffs ….and the houses all built with decks facing OAKS PARK …the now dilapidated depression era amusement park…whos sad little fireworks show becomes less quaint and more pathetic each year..at least compared to the big bangs at the downtown waterfont and Ft. vancouver across the river in washington..

I saw this house..I probably mentioned it in a recent blog..and said to Mak and my date..”this house used to have a studio ..we used to record here..I wonder if its still going…” I impulsively knocked on the door…I was amazed when “Mike” who was 50 back in the day answered the door…with skinny scabby legs,shorts,..his trademark ass length bushy grey pony tail …and one brown tooth..

“Mike..its me ..Rozz..we used to record here …is LO-TEK still going?”.I queried..

“OH..Rozz!..what are you doing here?…yes rozz, ROZZ” as if suddenly pleased with putting the name to a face in his mind and having it all connect…”GREENHOUSE…right?”greenhous

“Oh yeah”..now it was me searching my memory banks…we had recorded there as “greenhouse” back in the late late 80′s after the SHEEP phenomena was “Officially dead”…it was brian,his ex wife diane..jim evans, jimi,.koster..o’hearn..god how many people had i been there with and how many times….I ecused myself for barging in on his saturday morning and told him “I’d try to call him”…never meaning to really call him…

it was Jimi..who reminded me when I informed him of the strange chance encounter…that we had recorded several reels of tape there over a couple years…I told jimi that Mike had indicated the studio was no longer functional since Deb (his girlfriend of 40 years) retired…it broke down and he didnt fix it..he had diabetes and all kinds of ailments…they were moving to a retirement community in florida next to Disneyland..jimi says “you gotta call him..before he goes..there might be treasures on those tapes…thats where youre version of VALIUM on loverlegendliar was recorded”..

“really?” hadnt even remembered where that had been recorded…..how can my mind be so concise and articulate in some things..and completely disconnected on other more weighty matters…so I got his number from brian and made arrangements to go over today..

IT WAS THE LAND WHERE TIME STOOD STILL…stacks of magazines and papers creeping ever closer to the middle of the main room….solitare was on a big computer moniter…Deb in her recliner, Mike in his well worn office chair…surrounded by empty cans of DRUM tobacco and empty 1/2 gallons of JACK DANIELS…dust and cobwebs growing on every musical instrument hanging on the once expansive walls…

I looked across to the open kitchen area… it was still there..atop on of the two old fridges..one for beer..one for food…a gallon pepperocini jar with peeling tape on a not quite square piece of yellowing notebook paper…even the sharpie message had faded ..”MUSICIANS BEE FUND”…oh…the R was gone…musicians beer fund…I swear to god it still had the same two crumpled dollars and a smattering of change that was there twenty years ago…a thick layer of silty dust covered everything…I started flashing back…aa

now I remember why I dont remember…LO-TEK was never about money…mike only recorded stuff he liked…they were pretty wealthy…they had 1/2 gallons of TANGUERAY (DEB’s drink) and Jack Daniels …and the one old fridge was always brimming with RAINER POUNDERS 16 ounce bottles…so we’ld show up there on hot summer nights, pound some beers and record..while mike would roll endless spleefs and cigarettes…no one ever put money in the jar ..and by the looks of things 20 years later…didnt seem to matter much…

the walls were covered with od posters…one of them was DEAD MOONS first or second show…it was like a time warp….I started remembering how you couldnt hurry things with mike…you had to sit and talk a bit…catch up on him and DEBs latest disneyland vacation….they were like big giddy kids still…they still had that childlike hippie lust for life…smiling happy….

ONE BROWN TOOTH…”Ya want any?” Mike shakily refilled his 6 ounce tumbler of Jack…he shook like he had parkinsons back in the day but now it was really bad…it was 11 am

I guess we all like to see examples that make our alcoholism seem mild by comparison…but this was ridiculous…but after an hour I stopped feeling sad for mike..and happy for him and deb..they are incredibly goodhearted people living life on the terms they chose…I was eager to go downstairs to the studio but I knew for the best result I need to be more casual..than overt…so we sat a spell..aaaaaaaa

me in the guest chair..a soiled recliner…yep still one chair..everyone else had to squat back then…now there was no realestate left to squat anywhere….dusty piles of magazines books and records covered the entire upper floor..I looked out the sliding glass doors towards the river “did WADE ever win the battle against the blackberries?” I asked…

“No..see for yourself” I looked down the steep hillside towards the river…yeah..I wanted the tapes…but this place had a lot of happy carefree memories…it still had that good rich hippie neil young vibe…though whereas I saw that OAKS PARK had been renovated a bit..LO-TEK and mike and deb were in a decline of there own choosing…

suddenly I noticed that there was no empty half gallons of TANQUERAY around DEB..”Deb,..did you quit drinkin’…”

end part one

bif526.a duck, a puppy,a kitten that looks like a puppy,..an another duck!…LO-TEK PT. 2!

I havent slept for 3 nights now…dont know quite why..its as if my most lucid moments are at 3 or 4 in the morning…I have all these Ideas and actions…dreams I want to actualize…things I want to address…I make these lists an inventories in my head and then keep a watchful eye on the clock to get Mak up at 7 am…then its off to cafe…internet…bloggage….coffee

started this intense new medicine..my doctor described it as “a Percocet like muscle relaxer for the heart”…it had to be approved by the state coz its very expensive…but it should “Significantly lower your risk of AORTIC ANNUERYISM”…Shit..I cant spell but you get my drift …the whole “sploding heart” thing..anyhuzen…I had a night to myself after a week of company..doga

my visit to retrieve lost tapes from LO-TEK STUDIOS was really eye opening as to just how fast time is flying by….

I dont know if theres any point to finishing the story of my visit to the dusty old studio…coz , in essence…its the same old story…my dear friend Autumn (from the METAL CHURCH flat,..now in Boston) was a heavy AA’er and her haunting words have always stayed with me “Alcoholism is a progressive disease”

never was that so evident as my trip to the studio and my visit with ONE BROWN TOOTH and his wife DEB….when I asked DEB if she had stopped drinking….she sighed and kind of gave me this angry yet resigned look…her shapeless obese body spilling over the sides of her recliner…and while OBT(one brown tooth) was surrounded by resplendant amounts of empty half gallons of JACK DANIELS and DRUM tobacco cannisters…gone were the empty half gallons of TANQUERAY that usually surrounded the little TV tray tables strewn with papers that she called her “Area” back in the day…

she went into some tale of how her sister had died and she got a DUI right before retiring from the postal service and she had to complete a DIVERSION PROGRAM or she would lose her hefty pension…they had to do that before moving to florida…then she went into the “it was kind of screwy coz the cop blah-blah blah..”…you know the tale…I have never met anyone who got a DUI that said “YEP..I was driving BLOTTO”…There is always some extenuating circumstances backstory that just makes people look worse when they use it for an excuse…

longstorylonger…DEB cant drink or smoke pot for a year…and she is one bitter pissed off half eskimo indian…she glared at me “yeah ,..got another 9 months of this bullshit”…personally..I dont think she’ll make it…and ONE BROWN TOOTH..I love the guy..he’s like an older version of CITYWORKER…he’s a exhuberant teenager when he rattles on about DISNEYLAND this and DISNEYLAND that….but the reality is…oct4

with his glucose level at 550…still pounding JACK DANIELS…the state of his legs and feet…he would rather have his feet amputated than stop drinking…I dont see how DISNEYLAND could be any fun…him and deb are both on disabled carts when they go there, cant really ride many rides…but they havent changed in 20 years…DISNEYLAND IS THIER LIFE…

I asked CITYWORKER whats the big deal with DISNEYWORLD…why would someone want to live next to the theme park and get a year round pass so they could go daily?…cityworker looks at me and says “DISNEYLAND OR DISNEYWORLD?” and I notice that his eyes are twinkling like OBT’s as he asks me….

“Disneyland…why is there a difference? the one with EPECOT CENTER”" I ask…

“Oh yeah…DISNEYLAND is really cool” cityworker is jazzed up and animated as he tells me about the merits of DISNEYLAND over DISNEYWORLD…He’s been home “sick” from work so Ive had more conversations with the usually invisible roomate than Ive had in the last 6 months..he’s just about “well” and is a little stir crazy I think…I realize he’s a DISNEY FREAK too…pp81

okay..I must have been a deprived child or something…Ive never been to DISNEYLAND,DISNEYWORLD or any “theme” park for that matter…so maybe I just dont get it…but when I see thier ads on t.v.I get kind of creeped out for some reason…

ONE BROWN TOOTH had been so excited as he told me how the MAID made these lovely towel animals out of “towels”(well ,duh…) when I went up to the corbett area studio…mike ponted them out on top the TV…”a duck..a puppy, a kitten..that looks like a puppy..and another duck…the maid in our room at disneyland made us one and left it on our bed each day….”

what I saw atop the TV was 4 dusty browninsh towels folded not that amazingly in some sort of lame oregamy…with GOOGLY EYES glued to them…they just werent the astonishing works of art he lavished praise on…to me, anyway…more like something you’ld buy from the special-ed kids at a school bazaar around christmas…maybe they had looked better before they got packed in luggage and shipped back to portland to die an undistinguished life gathering dust on top of the boob tube…but to him they were picasso’s…shoe5

eventually I broached the subject “so should we head down to the studio and see whats a crack-a-lackin’”

“Whaaaa” he looked at me quizzically…

“crack-a-lackin’…just some slang the kids our saying nowadays” I suddenly felt very young around these aging hippies dying in thier failing bodies…OBT got his cane and unsteadily followed me down to the studio ..very slow…about halfway down the stairs I ask casually”do you have a MYSPACE..great for finding old friends..an people finding you”?

“Im not so sure I want people finding me” …the old big brother paranoia was a familiar theme back in the day with him and it hadnt changed…the studio was a shambles..the piano was still there…drums set up in a booth …garbage and junk piled in front of the bookshelves housing hundreds of master tapes…the control booth was torn up around the board as if a futile attempt to fix the deck had been aborted…it was sad…the ceiling was still low..I remembered banging my head so many times on this place where I would stand playing guitar..and mid-take I’d bang my head on the jutting heating vent…good times..

anyhuzen we found 3 master tapes two labeled GREENHOUSE and one labeled ROZZ-THEATRE OF SHEEP…so I was estatic..I waited for an opening and at what seemed the appropriate moment I asked casually “can I take these for jimi to go thru and see if theres anything usuable?”..direct,..but not demanding…

“sure” OBT was amiable and goodhearted as always …just a big old kid..so we got the tapes and went back up…he printed me out his “special”recipe” for jerk chicken seasoning…though I dont know why..the subject of food or cooking or jamacian spices NEVER came up…nonetheless..he printed it out and prattled on excitedly about DISNEYLAND…sp4

I looked around the large room which the wall and shelves and stuff was literally encroaching towards the center of the room…”when are you gonna start packing?”…..

“real soon”

I looked at the mess…this is a half million dollar home in complete disheveled state of disrepair…I had the distinct feeling one of them would die before achieving thier dream of living next to DISNEYLAND…and the other would abort the move…the level of PACKRATDOM was incredible….even dwarfing mine

ONE BROWN TOOTH started into another story of how they got “SPECIAL” buttons from the management that they would wear on thier DISNEYLAND VISORS and they’ld get all these special 2 for one deals..he was getting excited an riled up again….”Hey I got to be going..but I’ll come by again before you leave..eh?”..I stood up with the tapes…sl17

as I left he said “the tapes are yours..keep them!” and I left thier house feeling nostalgic, sad,..happy and angry at the cruel joke of aging….If theres a god he must be quite mean…funny how thier lives made me a little down but ..aside from DEB’s anger at not being able to drink for awhile…they were exceedingly happier people than all these chicks I know on PROZAC,SELECTA,WELLBUTRIN,PAXIL, and ZOLOFT…

SO …now I know what happens to rich hippies after a lifetime of excess

Feb 5

THE BIGGEST BOOBS IN THE WORLD

Posted on Thursday, February 5, 2009 in chicks..the fairer sex

boob1I was young and still in my 80′s semi-glory,..playing the retired exiled rockstar in SF..When I met a beautiful exotic young woman of korean and guatamalan descent…I have known a lot of women… intimately and as friends….but she had by far the BIGGEST BOOBS I have ever seen…unless I missed some smithsonian quality milkshakers somewhere along the line…all natural ..firm..huge bases ,tight areola’s..and absolutely beautiful ..perfectly formed,curved and SUPERsized,..overwhelmingly so,almost,. . kinda terrifying when they tumbled from her bra…watermelons almost..well,maybe…Like a really big long watermelon cut perfectly in half…I would say cantalopes but thier girth and size was much bigger than that…..now that Im settled down with a woman who has great breasts of her own and no insecurities about her rack.. I can reminisce about such things with impunity..besides..its so far in the past it wont piss  anyone off…just an aging (former) lethario’s tale of Boobtacular glory…., I love boobs of every shape and size…from the tiny to the totally titanic..theyre all terrific…these just happen to be the most enormous in my memory…green.
One time the motion of the two heaving mountains got out of sync with the rhythm of our lovemaking and it created an  ”Earthquake”  effect..trembling..shaking rattling ,..and  then it actually brought my loft down on Fulton street…the two of us riding the mattress as it slid down and slammed into the bar in the bay windows…the loft supports collapsing into rubble beneath us….we dated only breifly…met at NIGHTBREAK (the hangout on haight back then) and I havent thought of her in probably twenty years…except to tell the funny story about the loft tumbling down (from the concentric rhythm of her enormous breasts) a couple of times..when current lovers had asked…Like Lovers do.. “what girlfriend of yours had the biggest boobs?” or something along those lines.”have you ever dated a black girl?”.”whats the tallest girl youve dated?”..you know the kind of small talk conversations..the quirky little question you get peppered with in the afterglow…she wasnt that tall..or black..(those are stories for another time)..but when asked about BOOBS…I think of HER,..who could forget?.she was a really really nice person…super easy going…and believe it or not…I think the huge ta-ta’s scared off alot of guys…..the good news..she ended up happy in love..with a guy around the corner from the FULTON ST.PAD who started one of the first piercing studio’s in SF..when that was new and “edgy”..LOL..the last couple times I saw her in SF..she had both ears pierced about15 times..and the nose..lip.tongue..and several tattoo’s…she became the statuesque canvas of his “art” in the latter 80′s…but I was always partial to the blank canvas with the “Make you blink and rub your eyes -aye carumba” melons….it was an unending battle, constantly telling your mind “dont stare-dont stare-dont stare”..but alas..I couldnt take my eyes off them… Im sure they were even more fomidable and awe inspiring pierced an tatted..that just not my thing..anyway,fun times,..neat lady..

we ARE...tHe sWiNgiN NiGhT PeOpLe

we ARE...tHe sWiNgiN NiGhT PeOpLe

..then outta the blue…on Facebook..she contacts me….putting me in touch with cherished mammaries of my youth…and what in my small little slice of this wide world….were …without doubt….THE BIGGEST BOOBS IN THE WORLD…men-onlythis isnt gratuitous objectification of women…Every relationship,..every girl or guy in your past has that one thing that made them unique to you,..that outstanding thing you remember about them…and how many of you ladyfriends have confided “so and so had the biggest…” to me…so dont turn this into some forum on misogyny…I just remember her for..well..besides her exotic heritage.long fingernails and beautiful smile..was the bodaciousness of her lady lumps…..they were mighty vast….

LONG STORY LONGER….

ya know what I miss about the rockstar thing?…when you werent playing or rehearsing or out making an appearance..you were on the phone talking at night…12 til 230 am or so…and your peers around the country were up at that hour…creating…drinking ..smoking cigs and talking big plans…HELL,…most of my friends I dont dare call after even 10 pm anymore…and on these nights when sobriety and stumptown coffee have me riled up and talkative…theres literally no one to call after midnight…not even my shorty…we got to get a network of THE SWINGING NIGHT PEOPLE together…I guess its all on computer now…TWITTER,FACEBOOK stuff..give me a speakerphone a TV REMOTE, and people to blab with at 3 in the morning and I’d be nostalgic…anyhuzen…welcome to THE NEW REZABEK LOG..and thanks for stopping by…thought I’d talk TITS right off the bat so we can get to weightier subjects later..izzat a pun? I dont even know anymore..goodnight..an feel free to share stories of the biggest BOOBS in your world…life..expieriences..Rozz..blogger,boob lover..legend..liar

Feb 3

WELCOME MYSPACE REFUGEES

Posted on Tuesday, February 3, 2009 in Uncategorized

mark rabiner

mark rabiner

this will be the new home of THE REZABEK LOG…MYSPACE REFUGEE’S and Facebook BURNOUTS welcome here!