2 posts tagged “sisters”

My 4 and 2 year-olds can now navigate youtube to go from video to video... of BUCKETHEAD!

He is their absolute favorite and they run around in a circle screeching, "It's buckethead!  He's silly cuz he has a bucket on his head!  He's playing guitar really fast!" the whole time.

They now want me to wear a bucket on my head while I play.

Sorry to disappoint them, but re-purposed KFC hat or not, I can just not make my fingers move that fast.

I only discovered him for myself recently.

I'd heard, during the wait for Chinese Democracy, that there was a guy who replaced Slash who wore a bucket on his head while he played, and that's as far as I got.

I'm liking the stuff he does on his own, but not so much his G'n'R era stuff and his versions of their old material.

He's technically competent doing Slash's solos, it's just not... you know... he didn't write it.

But doing his own stuff... well... shit.  He may wear a bucket, but he's got some soul; when he's not doing the overly technical speed-shredding.

So I'm glad I found him, and glad that he's out of GnR now, so that I can like him.

From the long lost pilot-episode of my life:
(Still shopping it around for a network)

Sub-Dude

The car, here, is out of place
Bicycles far more the pace.

Fried potato starch stains

We'd trade the use of Daniel's lion pack
For one flat wooden toothpick seat

Button-fly or zipper today?

We're shod with iron horshoes firm
To evict their cuckoos from his nest.

Light Emitting Diodes, all systems green on zeppelin.

A pizza in my pocket, nuked
The dog was hot and bunned

Frozen fruit hookah pipe-sicle treat

The burger's cow hammed the town
This cheese, it is not yours dear nun.

Pale cow, the rider is hooded

I sat all day and nigh fortnight
Before we came upon ourselves again

Hang-nail, torn, bleeding, quick

You were there and so was I
The future played us fair

A ring repaired, but not the One Ring.

Three sets to one we were not done
So in the car you rode uphill

Mmm, Buffalo-style onion rings, crispy

Duh dizzy bunny hopped limply
Fried out from the sun

Sister fingers, sister hand, close crate door again

But your car there was out of place
so pinched me I did do

Thought in head and key in lock

In a crowd that stank with sweat
On the bus did bounce.

Expunged, expelled, the sponge that failed

And bunny, she hobbled a corner round
There under wheels was flattened.

Well, wet my nose and wag my tail

Bicycles far more the pace.