Combining the two things I like most; Montana and a mean techno beat.
Combining the two things I like most; Montana and a mean techno beat.
Hey settle down. Tonight it’s the complete Guy On A Buffalo saga from those scamps at The Possum Posse, featuring bears, bushwhackin, reprisal, orphans, straight-up cougar maulins, wolves, creepin coyotes, raccoon dumplings and revenge. You’re welcome.
Episode 1 (Bears, Indians and Such)
Episode 2 (Orphans, Cougars & What Not)
Episode 3: Finale Part 1 (Origins, Villains & The Like)
Episode 4: Finale Part 2 (Rehab, Vengeance & What Have You)
Break yo gun onna STUMP!
Ricmond Fontaine’s latest release The High Country takes everything that is hopeless and dark and psychotic about life in the commercial forests of the Northwest and records it in yonder can. It’s one of them high concept albums so you gotta listen to it from beginning to end. After you do that once you might want to shoot yerself in the head, don’t do it! The High Country gets better every time. Give it a listen if yer settin out for steelhead country alone this winter.
Three new scalawags have joined the ranks, you might spot them before we get around to introducing them. This is because we’re lazy and forgetful, and fishing season is warming up and we’re sorta distracted. Enjoy.
“The guys that work on these partyboats, they’re out working one trip in the afternoon, and then they’re a commercial scallop fisherman at night. They know everything. They know the tuna grounds, they know how to bottom-fish, they know how to drag for scallops. It’s intense. And it is a generational thing. Some salty ass guys. (laughs) Those are the people you want to listen to.”
“Making a sandwich? Put it Down. This riff’s coming and you owe it money”- Christian Finnegan commenting on “Enter Sandman”
I was 11 years old and trying to pay attention to my homework with MTV on in the background. This was the era of glammed out hair metal, when you could be forgiven for confusing Vixen for Poison. I remember just stopping what I was doing and swiveling around to see what the hell was that. What started out as a somewhat mellow intro has just kicked into some super heavy shit. I mean heavy beyond anything I had heard at the time, being limited to commercial radio and MTV (this is pre-internet for those of you wondering) for my musical options. And what was up with this video- some guy, a quad amputee who can’t talk, tapping out “SOS” and “Kill Me” via morse code. This shit fucking scared me in a way that “Friday the 13th” hadn’t. As a kid in Reagan’s America, there was nobody talking about the costs of war on an individual level, never mind this existential examination of being locked up in your own skull due to one. After a few moments reflection, that last sentence is true in any era. Follow that up with black and white performance clips, where the band is in jeans and t-shirts without any evidence of Aqua Net being anywhere near the set. Way different than anything else out there at the time.
Flash forward a few decades and Sainted Wife (A huge Metallica fan though one probably wouldn’t guess that when meeting her) and I are up late flipping through the channels when we catch Metallica’s “Behind the Music” episode. That lead to us digging CDs out of boxes and waking the snoozing dogs up with some classics. I’ve become re-aquainted with their first 4 albums- “Kill ‘Em All”, “Ride the Lightening”, “Master of Puppets” and finally “…And Justice for All” over the last week. Depending on who you go fishing with, these albums aren’t “classic” camp selections, unless you are in a KOA, then game on, but they are still classics in their own right.
Debuting with “Kill ‘Em All”, the band lights off one of the first thrash metal albums. Showing the influence of both punk and the New Wave of British Heavy Metal (especially Motorhead), cuts such as “The Four Horsemen”, “Hit the Lights”, “Seek and Destroy” and “Metal Militia” display both the ferocity of punk and the virtuosity of metal. The next album, “Ride the Lightening” expanded musically, and began to develop themes that would dominate the Hetfield’s lyrics as well as go beyond the typical “party all the time” ethos of 80s metal. “For Whom the Bell Tolls” prefigures “Disposable Heroes” and ”One”, while songs like “Fade to Black” address themes of alienation and isolation that were further developed in “Master of Puppets” and that speak to any pissed off 15 year old.
“Master of Puppets” just rocks. If you are going to get one Metallica album, get that one and crank that fucker.
I have to say, despite the impact that “One” had, and still has on me, I find “…And Justice For All”, the least satisfying of the bunch. I say that not because the songs are bad, but that they are overlong and could have used a little trimming, but that’s just me. Anyway, enjoy some videos
45 minutes of on-stage Fugazi banter…
Wherein the loud Americans get all wooty. Here’s your host, the Hideous Jabbering Head of Izaak Walton with a nakkin on!
This is all the confidence that I can put on, concerning the merit of what is here offered to their consideration and censure; and if the last prove too severe, as I have a liberty, so I am resolved to use it, and neglect all sour censures. So eat chain, haters! Let’s blow some shit up!
“The Second Day of July 1776, will be the most memorable Epocha, in the History of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated, by succeeding Generations, as the great anniversary Festival. It ought to be commemorated, as the Day of Deliverance by solemn Acts of Devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with Pomp and Parade, with Shews, Games, Sports, Guns, Bells, Bonfires and Illuminations from one End of this Continent to the other from this Time forward forever more. You will think me transported with Enthusiasm but I am not. I am well aware of the Toil and Blood and Treasure, that it will cost Us to maintain this Declaration, and support and defend these States. Yet through all the Gloom I can see the Rays of ravishing Light and Glory. I can see that the End is more than worth all the Means. And that Posterity will tryumph in that Days Transaction, even altho We should rue it, which I trust in God We shall not.” -(The Book of Abigail and John: Selected Letters of the Adams Family, 1762-1784,Harvard University Press, 1975, 142).
“Whoever dares to look upon them as an irregular mob, will find himself much mistaken. They have men amongst them who know very well what they are about” -Brigadier Lord Hugh Percy after returning from Lexington Green, April 19th, 1775.
Brother Glista tied this special yesterday just for us. But since we just can’t have nice things, he’s gonna give it away. It’s Buster’s Fourthe of Julye Name That Flye Contest! Name that fly in the comments, Glista will pick his favorite and send you the fly. Best get on it, because he’s probably been drinking and who knows how or when he’ll decide.
“The Clash is what U2 wishes they had become.” -Henry Rollins
A time defined by inflation, rising unemployment, global financial and political instability, terrorist bombings and insurgent warfare in Europe, the Middle East and South America. This year’s headlines also describe the headlines 30 years ago when London Calling was released in the UK. A sonically wide ranging double album that is one of the few worthy of two discs, The Clash’s third album transcended the nihilism of the Sex Pistols (as an aside, I consider them the worst band ever to escape from a dress maker’s back room) with a tour de force that provides the perfect soundtrack to their, and our, era.
From the straight ahead post-apocalyptic 1st Gen punk of the title song, the tracks deal with the echoes of the Spanish Civil War and the exportation of Basque terror techniques with “Spanish Bombs”, the down and out and don’t care to rise youth of “Rudie Don’t Fail”, while “The Guns of Brixton” provides a totally righteous retort to police brutality. “Koka Kola” and “Hateful” tackle the perils of drug addiction and distribution, and “Lost in the Supermarket” and “The Right Profile” address mass consumerism and advertising decades before Naomi Klein penned No Logo. Finally we come to “The Card Cheat”, which to me is the emotional center of the album.
Buy it, download it, steal it, get it by any means necessary. Trust me, when your NINJA ARM resets, you’ll be glad you did. Also, don’t cheap out with those punkass speakers that came with your computer. This fucker deserves cabinet speakers. The kind with a woofer, mid and tweeter and a canvas front cover.
Neko Case has a new album coming out and well, we’re looking forward to it. It’s been a while since Fox Confessor Brings the Flood. Sample a free track and enjoy this slightly NSFW but tasteful link. A cheap grab for page hits? Probably, but don’t say we never did anything for you.
Ron Ashton, guitarist for the Stooges, has died in his Ann Arbor apartment. He was 60.
Yeah, the Sex Pistols invented punk rock…. sure they did.
Farandole. Because it’s the season whether you like it or not, so you might as well hear some good music.
Well you gotta understand
We only do these things because all we are is
Bad kids all my friends are bad kids
Product of no dad kids
Kids like you and me
Walter Trout & The Radicals
List of fly fishing blogs with their own theme song:
1. Buster Wants to Fish
List of fly fishing blogs without their own theme song:
Everybody Else. (Ha! owned!)