Saturday, March 31, 2012

Jackpot Junkies

If you didn't win the big lotto, like every person on earth thought they were going to, don't be too down on your luck. Odds were greater for a person to get struck by lightning 6 times, and survive every strike, than to win this jackpot.

Look on the bright side, i-i-i-i-it-it-it-it a-a-a-a-ai-ai-ai-ain-ain-aint r-r-r-r-r-r-ra-ra-ra-rai-rai-rai-rain-rainin!

Next time, send me all of your lottery ticket money, at least I'll send you a thank you card....

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Monday, March 26, 2012

Night Riding

Cool, dense air. Sharp running motor. No traffic, no sound.

I love riding at night.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Mountains are Calling

Round 80 and sunny these next two days, weather on the front range just doesn't wanna get shitty this month and I'll take it. Gonna hit the hills, canyons, and twisties tomorrow by storm, with the sun shining and me grinning from ear to ear....

Springtime on the front range is something else. 70's and 80's down in the flat land with snow-capped mountains stretching as far as the eye can see. A sight to see for sure...

I told my pap and mam I was coming to the mountains to ride, be a mountain man... acted like they was gut-shot. Said Son, make your life, go here, here's where the peoples is, them mountains is for animals, savages. I said, mother Glennon, the Rocky Mountains is the marrow of the world. By god I was right....

Thursday, March 22, 2012

My Home Away From Home

Was mentioned in this article.

The bar I work at is just that, a true fucking bar. No kitchen, just a vending machine and liquid dinners. Come in and have a drink, everyone is welcome any time, and we make everyone feel that way. But, if you want fancy drinks, there's plenty of other joints in Boulder/Denver to do so. As far as my life is concerned, my time is evenly divided between my house, the shop, the open road on two wheels, and the Sundown Saloon. It's a smokey old pool hall that'll get you wasted for pennies compared to most other taverns surrounding it. We're a Bourbon and PBR(still #1 in the Nation) bar, not a martini or scoobi snack or upside down pineapple shot type of place... or whatever the fuck else you might want to fruit up your night. I'm not being a tough guy or bragging about my place of employment, I'm 160 pounds wet and you can smell my bar before you see it(that's no lie). But, I am proud to work there. There aren't too many bars like it in Colorado, or the rest of the country for that matter. Our service blows any other joint I've been to out of the water. We might not be the best, but I haven't seen a group of drink slingers yet who can pump em out faster than we can. It's great to hear people in awe at how we move behind the bar, and our numbers show it. Nothing's worse than sitting at a bar and waiting for a drink because some jack-ass can't work faster than old people fuck or some girl is more interested in getting attention than actually doing her job. I see it everywhere I go, and it makes me laugh...

It's a stinky old dungeon, older than most of you reading this post. It's the type of place that if you end your night there and don't remember a fucking thing, all you have to do is smell your clothes and you know exactly where you were. It's a staple in the community, even though most in the community are afraid to step foot in it. There's nothing scary about it, but if you've been to Boulder in the last 15 years, you understand. Like most nice places, money has taken hold of the town and every day there's a new 5-star restaurant or upscale bar being opened, then closed soon after. The Sundown Saloon has been there, good times and bad, and we aren't slowing down any time soon. People call it "the downer", "the Scum-downer", or "the dirty downer". Whatever they call it, it's a place where almost anyone from a blue-collar background walks in and says, "fuck yeah, this is my kind of joint". It reminded me of home the first time I set foot in it and it hasn't changed since, or for the last forty-fifty years. I've found .22 shells under the wooden floor boards, people have been killed there during bar-fights, and a long-time regular has ashes in a metal Harley Davidson emblem imbedded into the bar. Our Rock-Ola Bubbler Jukebox is older than I am and has everything from Cash, High on Fire, DeadBolt, Dwight Yoakam, Coltrane, ZZ Top, Devin the Dude, Issac Hayes, Deadweather, to muthafuckin WuTang - by far the best Juke in the area.

Check out the list in the article and hit up these bars if you live near any of them. I'd be willing to bet that The Sundown is the dirtiest on the list by far - but in a good way.

Great watering holes are few and far between, but if you find em, they're night-life gold each and every time you set out to get lit up...

10 great places to have a drink underground - USATODAY.com

Pretty fucking cool...

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Monday, March 19, 2012


If anyone is wondering what to get me for my birthday...

I'll take it in Red or Tricolor.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Fill a Bong, Not a Bracket

Last, but definitely not least: The Bong

The bigger the better. True party houses will have beer bongs that stretch from the upstairs porch down to the front yard. On a regular weekend in Madison, WI, you can find three story bongs stretching from almost every house along Mifflin St.


Happy St. Patty's Day people - Here's to being single, drinking doubles, and seeing triple....
- Drink, Eat, Puke, Drink More, Make An Ass of Yourself, Pass Out. Hail to the Irish.

Friday, March 16, 2012

The Madness Continues

The Second drinking method: The Shotgun

All you need is a can and a key...half-naked women help as well.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

March Madness

Most think of basketball, being a bartender and from Wisconsin, I think of drinking. March is one of the best times of the year if you ask me - spring break, girls shedding their clothing, st. patty's, riding season is upon us, and my birthday.

To celebrate, I'm posting three of my favorite drinking positions/methods(demonstrated by females) leading up to the biggest drinking day of the year.

The first one: Keg stands


Monday, March 12, 2012


These guys are probably the best live act I've ever seen. Got a chance to see them in '99(pouring rain of Alpine Valley, East Troy, Wisconsin), then at this very concert during Coachella of '07. Their first concert back together in seven years, so once I heard they were playing this fest, it was all I needed to hear for getting tickets. I sat in the second row all damn day, over 100 degrees in the middle of the fucking desert. Didn't piss, didn't eat, didn't move, just to get up close and see these guys perform at the end of the day. Security was forced to give us free water in the first couple rows and spray us with a hose occasionally during the day because it was such a health issue with no one leaving their spots.

Two and a half hours before they even came on the crowd was ass to elbows, swaying back and forth. It was insane, the back of the crowd would push forward, then the front would push back, time after time for hours(picture a massive polo field with people crammed like sardines, Coachella is no small event and this was the biggest crowd ever). A girl we were with at the time was being crushed up against the front railing and came away with broken ribs. It was so cramped, grown men were calling to get dragged out of the crowd into a fenced-off catwalk running down the center of the crowd for security to pull people into. A girl next to me, probably 16 years old and a whole four and a half feet tall, was being buried by everyone around her. She started choking, saying "I can't breathe", so I told her to get the fuck out, which she replied, "no way" - dedication. I could see Paris Hilton sitting comfortably backstage, it was disgusting.

Once Rage jumped into their set, it was like a bomb went off...
Here's footage from that exact moment...

Rage fills you with exactly that. They make you pump your fist, jump in the air, and throw up a middle finger to any authoritative figure, big or small. They're doing what every great rebel has done throughout history, stirred the pot, told you to wake the fuck up. The crowds at their concerts are a sight to see once Rage hits the stage and lets loose, tens of thousands of pissed off-pissed up fans, going nuts.

You might not like them or their music, but unless you're a square following orders and slaving for the system that bends you over on a daily basis, you better like their message.

....the war is right outside your door.

Saturday, March 10, 2012


Next month's line-up for Rich and I, heading back to California for the HK Hoedown. Rich went last year, I haven't been to this since the first one thrown in Kutty's backyard... looking forward to it.

As usual, Dice is throwing a pre-party - good times to come.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Snakes For The Divine

If your around Austin, Texas on March 14th, HOF is playing the Barbarella Patio at midnight...

Late addition to this post, just found out they're playing a number of different venues during the SXSW music fest in the middle of the month. This is in advance to their new album release coming on April 3rd. Here's some more info if you're hitting SXSW:

March 13 Austin, TX Emo’s East (Non-SXSW headline show)
March 14 Austin, TX SXSW (MetalSucks day party)
March 16 Austin, TX SXSW (Brooklyn Vegan day party)
March 17 Austin, TX SXSW TBA
March 18 Austin, TX SXSW (High Times day party)

Some killer info on the new album, but I'll save it for a future post....

hell. yeah.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Motorcycles Are Exactly That -

Whether they're American made or foreign, meant for speed or comfort, old or new, rusty or shiny... Whether you're in North America or half way around the world, rich or poor, an experienced rider or new to the "scene"... They're beautiful and have many effects on the person controlling it that cannot be bought or artificially implanted in your soul.

Someone once complained to me about all of the "new" people popping up in the motorcycle industry. Guys or girls who bought a denim vest with some patches or pins, some black jeans, and a broke-ass bike that doesn't run worth-a-shit and now call themselves bikers. Whether they're skaters, hipsters, affliction types, whatever. It doesn't matter what background you are from or how late you enter into this lifestyle. What matters is that you're passionate about it, that it isn't here today, gone tomorrow. If it's simply a fad for you, get the fuck out and find another trend to follow, you're not wanted. On the other hand, if you're in it for the long-haul and are dedicated to enjoying them, there's no reason for anyone to judge why you're in it or where you came from. All of the people involved know how it feels to get on a bike, if they complain about newbies, then what the hell did they get into it for? Gotta start somewhere.

I'm not trying to be all philosophical about two wheeled machines, I'm only explaining the truth. Hop in your car and take a drive, roll down the windows, or let the top down if you're in a convertible. Park your car and get on a motorcycle, taking the same route as before. If by the end of your ride you don't feel different, cover the bike up and put an ad out to sell it - you obviously have no blood running through your veins.

Their purpose is to wake people up to the elements around them, to feel what life has to offer other than just a mode of getting from point A to point B. The object is to fall in love with them, as well as the lifestyle they offer. It's breathtaking, it's unique, it's divine. Some people need drugs, power, or followers to get this feeling. All I need is lane-splitting at 100 mph, nothing can touch that.

If you don't agree with or like what I say, don't point the finger at me, blame my father - he's the reason I am who I am... as well as Irish Rich... Alright, blame me... I don't claim to know everything, but I love motorcycles and riding more than almost anything in the world. This shit matters to me, and it should matter to you too.

It's a lifestyle with a love-hate relationship involving breakdowns, blood, creativity, sweat, art, pain, filth, intelligence, speed, danger, adventure, camaraderie, fusion, science, math, experiences(both good and bad), and a lot of other factors that I can't think of right now.

It's one of the biggest reasons I work with and learn from Irish Rich. I'm not hyping the guy to make you think higher of him, think what you want. The dude lives, breathes, eats, and shits motorcycles, plain and simple. I can't fake it with him and I never intend on doing so. There's something to be said for 44 years of experience and dedication to motorcycles, and a whole hell of a lot of respect.

This video is very well put together, and says a lot about what motorcycles have to offer... anyone. It, along with any motorcycle related video, should inspire you to get out as much as possible if you own one - this being one of the main reasons I started filming my rides and throwing together videos to begin with, as amateur as they may be. It's a common feeling that runs through so many in this industry, a feeling that brings so many together in a way that feels as though it's a lot smaller than it actually is. When a large number of people are so closely knitted with what these machines offer, a huge industry can feel as though it is a small community.

Blitz Vost from Agence Hmm! on Vimeo.

Don't forget to ride your motorcycle, it's what it's meant for....
- amen

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