Appalachian Patria

Appalachian Intellectual. To me that means plain thinking. I am A Non Commissioned Officer in the Army Reserves. Let me say...My views expressed here are mine and not those of The U.S. Army, Army Reserve or my fellow brethren in The National Guard. This is entirely Sua Sponte. This is My Thinking. I'm single and in my mid 30's. Politicaly, I'm a Libertarian. (Again, Sua Sponte.I do not represent the Libertarian Party.)I love my native Appalachia, Rock n Roll and...I love God.

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Location: Brevard, North Caroilina

I started blogging for two reasons. I was concerned about the changes to the area I live in, Southern Appalachia and I was about to go to the war. I was in Iraq in 06 and 07 and now Kuwait in 11 and 12. Blogging was a means of documenting my experiences and hoping it would help gain clarity. I don't feel that way about it any more. It's said people write blogs because they are frustrated, that's why people read them too. That makes us sound apocalyptic. Are we? Let it be said, what I say here is of my own thinking. This is entirely Sua Sponte and not an official representation of the U.S. Military or the U.S. Government as a whole.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Another Meaningless Post By Me


Now, who ever heard of such a thing?...Most likely Ed, he lived in Japan.



Speaking of Captain Beefheart...Cannes 1968


But if there is any Captain Beefheart song to disconnect the phone to, it's this one...


and speeking of girls...and since it's Halloween.


I sometimes miss 1995...
The Appalachianist

10 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I miss 1955 myself . . . I think I am old enough to visit this web site, but I ain't sure I am old enough to watch the video . . . I think I met a "girl like that before," in New Orleans, but I didn't get my knees bloody. She was handicapped because it's hard to pass yourself off as a "girl" when you are built like a fullback . . . . I just don't know Appalachianist. I'm goining to go lay down and sleep after that video. Take care. Bill

9:23 AM  
Blogger Murf said...

I love that song but had never seen the video. Also, I would inquire more about Bill and that fullback but that sounds rather frightening.

I miss 1985.

6:05 PM  
Blogger Ramblin' Ed said...

I actually am familiar with the fish pedicure. But not from Japan, from here. Wife works in a nail shop, but not sure where I picked up the arcane knowledge.

State Attorney Generals are always about banning, busting, and criminalizing things. Mostly because they need to get their names in the paper as being one "tough on crime MoFo", not because they are concerned with your well-being.

See, being a "tough on crime MoFo" is a better launch platform for the Governorship, than being some touchy-feely "for the people" type.

So AG's are always resoloutely against things. Until they get caught doing 'em. Wasn't Spitzer a tough guy on illicit sex until, you know, he got caught doing (and supporting) the hooker?

I used to listen to Capt. Bee Fart all the time. Back in the day...the dope smoking day. We had a lot of Commander Cody (especially loved the "Live From Armadillo World Headquarters record) and some Beefheart. As I remember it, Beefheart was the much more trippy of the two.

Sorry, I did not watch any of your posted videos today. Normally do. But, you know, sue me.

7:29 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

No . . . it was a visit to New Orleans many years and years ago during another hurricane, Camille, and it was amazing the other-world culture that existed there both in the street and off of it . . . there were hippies and all sorts of people on Bourbon Street, and I, before her time, practiced my best Nancy Reagan as in just say No! and walked on down the street looking at if not enjoying all the different kinds of people (almost said drunks) visiting New Orleans' French Quarter mostly sitting at the Cafe' du Monde eating my binet and sipping coffee . . . now that was fun. Bill

7:30 AM  
Blogger Hill Billy Rave said...

Murf, I'm assuming your talking about Edwyn Collins? I didn't ever see the video until YouTube came out and I thought of it for some reason. Come to find out, there are two different versions.

What is it? Everyone is saying "the song", there are four songs. be specific, your confusing me.

Bill, sounds like your trip to New Orleans was a life altering event. I know it made for some interesting people watching. Didn't get boogerized, did you?

Ed, you'll not hear from my attorneys..."Because that's the kind of friend that you've got".
I think Spitzer was tough on stuff like that. Why we have to be tough on people getting their jollies while harming no one, I don't know. Why is fish nibbling at your feet so dangerous? And, that fellar making coffee naked wasn't hurting anyone...Not unless he spilled it on himself, and then that's him.
Ed, you've got to admit, if anyone can boogerize you and still be safe as milk, it's Captain Beefheart. Actually, I just recently found out about him. Thanks to Cracker.

8:23 AM  
Blogger Ramblin' Ed said...

I suppose I could accept being boogerized. I will not stand for being buggerized, though.

10:39 AM  
Blogger Hill Billy Rave said...

I can't blame you, myself Ed.

7:44 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Naaaaaaaaaa . . . that character was one you meet out walking in the Quarter. The time I inadvertently walked into a lesbian bar was much more terrifing to me, but it was an interesting time for sure. I am mostly a country boy. Most of the time I don't know what I am lookin' at anyway. A group of us were staying at the Jung Hotel on Canal Street and we met up with some real women and went walking as the storm Camille came into Mississippi east of New Orleans. For a long time, I thought we were among the very few who walked down Bourbon Street without there being anyone on the street. As we walked, the rain pelted us, and you could hear the few store owners asking one another if they thought the levee would hold. The four of us ate alone at Antionnes (I know that is not spelled correctly.) Years later I discovered that Camille came within inches of doing then what Katrina did. While we stayed an extra night in a wonderful hotel, back at Camp Shelby everyone stayed in the latrine with their backs against the wall and helmets on. We were not punished because we had called asking whatr we should do . . . a CYA call if there ever was one and another story. It was a chaotic second week of AT which I still remember and in that sense it was an experience . . . seeing the Mississippi coast not just devastated . . . but gone. Bill

11:04 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I just got around to listening to Captain Beefheart's "I'm gonna boogerize ya" or whatever and I laughed and laughed. The "lady" did look like him (and it may have been him) but without the facial hair, and you have got to understand I never did drugs heavier than a PBR when I went out, so I am laughing . . . where do you find these "songs"? The scary things was that by the end of the song and after I turned up the volume I was thinking this is great . . . I know . . . I am too old for this. Ramblin' Ed sounds like a smart dude to me. Bill

5:26 PM  
Blogger Hill Billy Rave said...

Bill, thanks to that Cracker song I decided to find out who Capatain Beefheart was. I was instantly a fan. I think him and Frank Zappa grew up together.I don't think drugs were an issue, they just wanted to shake things up.

7:49 AM  

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