I love david enloe..

and dave adams...

 

my son Will said it was a...

bad day to be a drum...

 

Sunday golf

Well I played golf yesterday with my son and dad and had a purty damn alright time. I was hesitant to at first, thinking why “waste” a perfectly good Sunday afternoon, but figgered that I better get out there with my dad while he’s still able to swing’m. And swing’m he did. I’m pretty sure he beat me, I know my son Will did. He wouldn’t let me forget it. It was his first time beating me and I’m sure not his last. He’s got a pure, slow swing like I did back when I used to play a lot. I used to be good. These days I only play about twice a year so how good can I be at that rate, huh? I started off good, hitting my approach shot stiff with a five iron, but missing the three foot birdie putt. I made par on the second hole but it wasn’t long after that the wheels starting coming off. Even though I made par on the par 5, 10th out of a ditch and under some trees, by the end of the 11th hole I had given up hope on being competitive, opting to enjoy the day, the beer and the conversations. At some point on the front nine, Will said “Look where I ended up”. Me, with my rocked out eardrums from Friday night thought he said “Look where I am, duck!” “Duck?” I said. “Is that a nicer version of “dawg””? So the rest of the day we called each other “duck”. “What’s up, duck?” “Watch this, duck”.
Accidently, we had a fifth player with us that my cousin had invited without notice. He was quiet and not very good but opened up a bit when the word got out that he was a drummer too. He told us about this time when he was playing in a golf tournament and after being introduced on the first tee, embarrassed himself by hitting the ball off the heal of his driver sending it flying sideways into his cart and after a few ricochets DIRECTLY BACK INTO the ball holder feature of the cart. “I couldn’t do that again in a million years!” he says. I imagine not. My dad told us about my uncle, who’s son was with us, playing with a group on a green that was blind to the tee box. As they were putting out, drives from the group behind them crawled onto the green. Obviously, some big hitters back there. As my uncle’s group walked off the green he went over to one of the balls and put in IN the cup. As they teed off on the next hole screams and yelps rung out across the course.
Yeaaahhh! Alright!!!!Woo hooo!!!

Ian and Craig

This is awesome, two of my favorite entertainers in the world talking about it:

"Cleveland is the Poland of America!" huh? Good stuff, check it out!

Gym?

(I don’t need no stinking gym! )
So dig this, my son just joined a gym in Raleigh and I must say I am proud of his diligence and the results he’s getting but here was my day yesterday, and it was not unlike many a day in my 52 year old life.
I got up at 6am and watered my 35-plus Japanese maple trees for an hour and 15 minutes, still had time before going to work to build a frame for the last section of concrete wall going around my driveway and mix up an 80 pound bag of concrete and pour it in there, make Nathan’s lunch and mine, take a shower and git in the van and fight traffic for 40 minutes. Then when I got to “The Godfather’s” place I got on a 32 foot ladder (and off again and on again etc. etc.) with a roller and a brush and a big bucket of paint and rolled siding (sideways) all day till 4pm. Went to soundcheck at Sadlack’s, unloaded my drums and then helped Dave unload the van which was full of gear, flight cases and such. Finally, I got to take about a 30 minute break with a shower over at Jack’s house and a quick listen to some Woods tracks being mixed. Got in my gig clothes and went TO said gig and commenced to rock like complete and utter ASS with The OakTeam! It was probably our best gig ever in Raleigh. I mean we rocked HARD yo.
( pic from Jonathan Lee's Facebook page)
We did Oooooh… about 40 songs in a two hour span and you know who had to sing most of’m right? (Taking NOTHING away from my fellow Raleigh rock n’ roll icons, of course. They all deserve Rock badges for THIS show! ) So we did that and a couple of encores (oh did I mention that we “Rick Rolled” Raleigh for the first time in our FIRST encore?) and then loaded the shit back up and then Grace and I hung out for a couple of beers with our friends, the Beals and ‘em down at The P.R. (Players Retreat). Got home at 1:33am and ate a few pieces of watermelon before going to bed. Several times I woke up with cramps ripping through my legs but it was all worth it, and I didn’t have to pay no gym dues to get’m.! So why am I up at 7:20am on the Saturday morning after? To do it all again? No No! They picked today to drive steel bolts into the new church building across the street. Sure hope it helps y’all save somebody ‘cause it’s KILLIN’ me!

all the old dudes

So the old dude I’ve been working for the past 9 days is like the Godfather, sounds JUST like him. He whispers under his breath and expects you to hear his little chestnuts. He mostly mutters directions for me. “There’s a grubbin’ hoe…(breath)around back…(another breath) if you wanna level (another breath) the dirt on the side of the house (cough!) for your ladder” or “there’s some boards (wheeze!) in the closet upstairs…(pause)… for your ladder on that rubber (stare off into space for a while) roof”. There’s not really any social banter between us, mostly just gruff old bastard-speak and my nods “yes sir” or “no sir”. He reads on the porch out back all day so I can’t play the talk radio, fart or talk or sing to myself, just QUiiiiET time. Now he’s got reason. He had some kind of stomach tumor or something a few years back but I can’t help but think he’s been like this all of his life. Maybe, even as a kid. I can see him as a 12 year old all bent over, grumbling and bitchin’ about the other kids making too much noise while he’s trying to read his science books. At one time he was an engineer professor at a local college. Boy, that musta been one boring ass class, thass all I gotta say. I can’t ask for everyone that I work for to be excited about my beautiful work but I would like to get paid accordingly. I ain’t worried about getting paid the full sum (and it is not paltry!) but he’s got a convoluted pay scheme that has to this point netted me about 75 dollars a day so far. Uuuhh…hem! That AIN’T gonna get it, dawg! And then according to the same plan, I’ll make about 500 dollars a day next week. It’s confusing, and I NEEED some damn money NOW, Bitch! I know what I’ll do! I’ll give my mortgage company his number and let him explain his pay scale rationale. Whatevah! Don’t wanna upset the Godfather! He might mumble me to death! We’ll make it. We always do. It’s just amazing to me how inconsiderate some clients are. It’s like they think I’ve won the lottery and I just go up and down a 32 foot ladder all day for fun.
The good news is that The OakTeam FINALLY has another gig. After our wedding beatdown a few weeks back, we have an early evening affair over at Sadlack’s Sammich Shop (on Hansbrough St. in Raleigh) tomorrow night (Friday, the 10th) and I expect it to rock not only like ASS, but like the proverbial REBA’S MAMA’S ASS!!!
Also, there is late breaking wind of The OakTeam recording a Mott the Hoople song, “Walking with a Mountain” for Mike Nicholson’s Mott tribute record. I’ve been a fan since I was in the 10th grade so this should be as much fun as stomping fire ants, but I have to say hardly as much fun as I had sitting backstage at The Borderline Club in London after a Yayhoos show talking to Ian Hunter and having him say to me “There’s ain’t many of US left”. DING! That little bell rings inside of me every once in a while… and then I get my ass back in gear.
He’s a rockin’…Shut yo mouf!...
Speaking of getting back in gear, mixing of The Woods’ box has finally started. Now don’t bitch, it won’t take that long to get it together and the results are gonna blow you A..WAaaay!
Listen for us on the Sirius and maybe even the NPR…and believe me, there really is a video…really! I promise! It’s coming! It is…I know it is!....
See y’all at Sadlack’s!!

Hickory Wind

June 30, 2009
The Olympic Ass-Kickin Team / National Champions
Posted by Hal Bogerd at June 30, 2009 6:14 PM

Unabashed disciples of Chuck Berry and the Rolling Stones, the Olympic Ass-Kickin Team plays hook-filled guitar rock loaded with large doses of Terry Anderson's twisted wacky sense of humor. "You Had Me At Get Lost" tells the tale of an infatuated ex who finds physical abuse and restraining orders signs of true love while "Wrong For That", with its Jaggeresque soul falsetto, finds a sad sack substitute lover looking to get his girl back into pole-dancing after she has another man's baby. "Found Missin' " is an updated Chuck Berry roadtrip tune with a "bop bop" vocal nod to Buddy Holly. Anderson's vocals on the thirteen tracks of bar-band rock recall both Keith and Tom Petty while the band harmonies on "About You" bring to mind "Big Star" . But it isn't all laughs as Terry Anderson has written the best baseball song of the year, a searing rocking indictiment of Barry Bonds, with "Willie Mays" ( "756, is that homeruns or needle-pricks", "Hammerin' Hank still wears the crown" and "now you you should be erased, gone without a trace" ) and skewers the State of the Nation in "Pow'ful 'Merka".
The Olympic Ass-Kickin Team has not dethroned Chuck Berry or the Stones and they'd probably kick your ass if you told them they had but The Olympic Ass-Kickin Team prove on "National Champions" ( Doublenaught Records) that they rank up there with NRBQ and Dave Edmunds as true disciples.

Do yourself a favor and hop over to myspace and listen to "Willie Mays" by the Olympic Ass-Kickin Team.

Highly recommended.

No good, VEDDY VEDDY no good!

It’s official, the Verizon SMT 5800 cellular telephone device is a big fat piece of shit, and somehow I got suckered into buying one…uhhhh…two. After continued problems with the damn thing, Grace and I finally went yesterday to the one Verizon store that the others referred us to. “They can fix it, we just take payments and sell the crap”. Jeff in Knightdale was a really nice guy and basically agreed that it was “no good, veddy veddy no good”. One of the features I really found puzzling, the contacts could not be backed up. Oh, you can back-up pictures and voice notes (thankfully)in your computer, but contacts…oh no. OK, that’s problem number one(especially with almost a hundred friends and clients), here’s number two (and I mean that in the bathroom way), if you open ANY program, call history, voice notes, contacts, messaging and even task manager itself, you have to go into task manager to close them out. If you don’t they remain running until the phone can no longer function because there’s too many programs open. Huh? That ended up being the reason that I couldn’t send texts. Jeez!
Grace’s phone shows ERROR every time she tries to call anyone. This, still AFTER a HARD reset, i.e.: starting the phone over like a new phone with pro tech support. I did it too and of course, lost ALL contacts. So, if I haven’t called or texted you lately it ain’t my fault. Blame the bastard/s that designed this sorry excuse for a phone. The need to be fired, health insurance and 401K’s taken away (along with sunshine and water),hot prods rammed somewhere (speaking of no sunshine!) and then kicked in the shins. No good! VEDDY VEDDY no good!
Text me your name so I can put you back in, you got the number!