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the neofacist league
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the NFL is changed forever.
nobody will be like or even begin to replace big al.
one of pro football's old line thugs has drifted into the big end zone in the sky.
rest in peace, al. your work here on earth is done forever...
four thousand profile views...
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and i've been on tribe since 2005...good grief...
lightning bolts and grizzly bears
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sometimes a big nasty blast of white lightning from straight out of nowhere tears the top of your head off...or maybe a wild bear snatches your naked, sleeping ass out of a tent in the middle of a warm yellowstone night and drags you screaming in...
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smile and nod, smile and nod...
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there will be a terrifying sound and fury that rolls over the seas, mountains and prairies of america like four hundred and fifty million meth crazed wild buffalo...i will be prepared to ride on the back of at least one of them just like a half br...
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good goddamned christ at the top of a mountain-top!
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for love of fuck.
i still have an account over here, much less a blog, a place where i once shared many of my fucked up thoughts and ideas about modern society with unsuspecting readers on a daily basis.
a blog just like this one you're rea...
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KUSF THURSDAY 08.12.05.10 NOON-3 PM The Orgasmatrain Limited Special
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the freakazoids will be rewarded...
loop--from center to wave
nurse with wound/stereolab--trippin' with the birds
WE LIKE CATS--MEOW HEAR ME ROAR
ten foot ganja plant--the cyclops
EBO TAYLOR & THE SWEET BEANS--ODOFO NYI AKYIRI BIARA (AFRO...
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KUSF 08.05.10 6-9 AM The Orgasmatrain Limited
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get down on your knees and pray for the sun
www.kusfarchives.com
yes--heart of the sunrise
jimi hendrix--the new rising sun
thirsty moon--morning sun
MUSHROOM--SING A SONG IN THE MORNING
ETIENNE JAUMET--AT THE CRACK OF DAWN
INSTRUMENTS ...
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KUSF 07.30.10 3-9 AM Defeat Sleep meets The Orgasmatrain DJ Bryan Chandler/DJ Shekky
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since mister chandler has been covering cactus on defeat sleep a few weeks now, it might have been time for him to take a short break--not only does bryan archive most KUSF shows, but he also has a nine in the morning till noon show every thursday...
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the orgasmatrain limited KUSF 90.3 FM thursday 07.22.10 6-9 AM
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i am not here to help you decide whether to get your ass up out of bed on this cold, clammy ugly san francisco morning...i just provide the soundtrack.
www.kusfarchives.com
grand funk railroad--i can feel him in the morning
pretty things--s...
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the orgasmatrain limited KUSF 90.3 FM thursday 07.08.10 6-9 AM
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ahhh, back in my regular slot again, the crack of dawn, groovin' with the gruntcakes the omnipresent fog-lady and her pack of wily fog-weasels.
listen later at www.kusfarchives.com
"keep your eyes peeled for the fog weasels. they are relent...
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spotlight train songs and sounds 07.04.10 6-8 pm 90.3FM KUSF
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i wanted to play a lot more sounds and songs but alas, time ran out. part two next semester?
listen to this show later at www.kusfarchives.com
jimi hendrix--hear my train a comin
clearance clearwater revival--graveyard train
REM--driver 8
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jukebox sunday 07.04.10 8-10 pm stereo steve and shekky
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it's been a long time since i split a shift with someone. this show KICKS ASS!
listen later at www.kusfarchives.com
small letters = steve set:
CAPS = SHEKKY SET
the lines - house of cracks
creation rebel - threat to creation
olivia tre...
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my new song
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i spent hours writing this one today.
FUCK THE NCAA
FUCK THE NBA
FUCK THE NFL
FUCK MLB
FUCK THE UCI
FUCK NORBA
FUCK WADA
FUCK FIFA
THE THE IOC
FUCK THE USOC
FUCK THEM, FUCK THEM, FUCK THEM LONG AND HARD
FUCK THE NCAA
FUCK THE NB...
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the orgasmatrain limited thrusday 06.10.10 6-9 AM
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the orgasmatrain limited now leaves the station in studio A at six AM on thursdays...either a hellish hour to wake up facing a world overrun by wild-eyed mental deficients and scurvy shyster fuckheads...OR an opportunity to help gently guide my li...
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"you Repair things with Tools, but you Fix things with a hammer"
"come hang with the Punk Rock Mafia"
"these things seem to work"
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BNSF on the Donner Pass...March, 2008
the NFL is changed forever.
nobody will be like or even begin to replace big al.
one of pro football's old line thugs has drifted into the big end zone in the sky.
rest in peace, al. your work here on earth is done forever...
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sometimes a big nasty blast of white lightning from straight out of nowhere tears the top of your head off...or maybe a wild bear snatches your naked, sleeping ass out of a tent in the middle of a warm yellowstone night and drags you screaming into the pitch-black underbrush and that's it.
what chance does a naked and half awake man have against a desperately hungry six hundred pound bear...or a random atmospheric electrostatic discharge...
fucked up, ain't it?
so...the next time l...
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there will be a terrifying sound and fury that rolls over the seas, mountains and prairies of america like four hundred and fifty million meth crazed wild buffalo...i will be prepared to ride on the back of at least one of them just like a half breed devil warrior from another planet...
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for love of fuck.
i still have an account over here, much less a blog, a place where i once shared many of my fucked up thoughts and ideas about modern society with unsuspecting readers on a daily basis.
a blog just like this one you're reading with your very own eyes.
every day.
like clockwork.
for amost three years.
for the love of fuck.
who still lives here?
who still PARTICIPATES?
who still passes the hooka from hand to hand, with serious thoughts of penii and ...
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the freakazoids will be rewarded...
loop--from center to wave
nurse with wound/stereolab--trippin' with the birds
WE LIKE CATS--MEOW HEAR ME ROAR
ten foot ganja plant--the cyclops
EBO TAYLOR & THE SWEET BEANS--ODOFO NYI AKYIRI BIARA (AFRO BEAT AIRWAYS)
eric copeland--king tits womb
ISAN--FIRE DAMAGE
darrell devore--bamboo is (gravikords, whirlies and pyrophones)
DITHER--VECTORS
frank zappa--pojama people
lo borges--todo essa agua
OUT OF FOCUS--SEE HOW A NEGRO FLIES (CLOUD ...
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get down on your knees and pray for the sun
www.kusfarchives.com
yes--heart of the sunrise
jimi hendrix--the new rising sun
thirsty moon--morning sun
MUSHROOM--SING A SONG IN THE MORNING
ETIENNE JAUMET--AT THE CRACK OF DAWN
INSTRUMENTS OF SCIENCE AND TECHNOLOGY--OLD HANDSHAKES
broun fellinis--sleight of hand
ORGONE--CALI FEVER
K FRIMPONG & HIS CUBANO FIESTAS--ME YEE OWU DEN (AFRO BEAT AIRWAYS)
michel legrand--the race, first laps
RODELIUS--HOMMAGE A FOREST
juno--the great...
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since mister chandler has been covering cactus on defeat sleep a few weeks now, it might have been time for him to take a short break--not only does bryan archive most KUSF shows, but he also has a nine in the morning till noon show every thursday morning in addition to frequently acting as a board operator AND taking on a new show on sunday mornings called "whiskey before breakfast".
i've always wanted to play the entire mammoth "tales from topographic oceans" record that yes released bac...
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i am not here to help you decide whether to get your ass up out of bed on this cold, clammy ugly san francisco morning...i just provide the soundtrack.
www.kusfarchives.com
grand funk railroad--i can feel him in the morning
pretty things--she says good morning
RANDOM TOUCH--AWAKE AT DAWN
SLEEPY EYES OF DEATH--ABANDONED BODIES
loop guru--yayli
ERNST SCHULTZ--XY (CLOUD CUCKOOLAND)
titan--hashishin orel
SLEEPY SUN--ACID LOVE
WE LIKE CATS--MEOW HEAR ME ROAR
dinosaurs with horns--...
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May 26, 2007
Having never actually done radio with Shekky, or even meeting him in person, I can tell you he's one stand up guy...unless he's broadcasting, then he's sitting down. Either way, I trust him with a transmitter, and that's what life is all about, really.
April 8, 2007
I'll have to thank people.tribe.net/bobzilla Bobzilla for introducing me to the show. It's nice to fall sleepy to. xo
September 21, 2005
first let me say, I'm not writing this just because mike wrote one about me.. hell, I just joined tribe and wasnt even sure what the whole testimonial thing was all about. now that I know, I 's ( pronounced "eyez") wants to testify!
my cousin Mike B. is awsome. I have looked up to him since I was knee high . His mother, my Aunt Bea, is like a mother to me. she always treated me as though I were her very own. growing up with Mike was both amusing and scary at times. I wasnt going to put his "bizness" in the streets but since he had to tell about a sistas eye boogers, its only fair I tell about his "whoopins" in the basement of my grandmothers house. see this was before all that bull shyt childrens services "oh kidz are too fragile for an azz whoopin "days. then was when spare the rod, spoil the child was shouted from the mountian tops. my aunt spared the rod, but she didnt spare the orange hot wheel tracks. remember those.. whew whee, me and my brother use to listen to Mikes licks thru the vent then take off running after the last lick because we knew he would soon be coming up the stairs and down the hall like a rushing mighty wind. I use to be sooo mad at my aunt for doing that to my big cousin.. Mike had such a temper tho. He respected my aunt, I always thought that temper of his was going to cause him to start choking her or something, but never did ( that I know of (8... Mike got into a lot of shyt but that sure didnt stop me from loving his dirty "draws" when my mom would say we are going to my aunts, or my aunt would say she was picking me up.. all I wanted to know was if Mike was making steak. as a matter of fact, I asked for that for a birthday present. thats how good that mutha's steaks are! it was in Mikes roon I was introduced to rock and roll.. heavy metal... devils music as they use to call it.. ( my mom is a minister) I always use to like to ride with him in my aunts tootsie roll brown t-bird because he would blast Q-FM 96. yeh, that was my big brother and I loved him and still love him to death. I remember Mike use to take me for rides on his back while he crawled around the floor. we use to call it playing monster ( mike is 6 yrs older then me , by the way) one time, I said.. 'You cant eat me Mike" and he burst out laughing saying "NICKI! DONT SAY THAT! THATS BAD?" I couldnt figure out for the life of me, why that was bad.. I still dont see why its bad so long as its not your cousin eating you LOL! now to wrap this up. My cousin it the most brilliant young man I know. He is eccentric in many ways which is why I look up to him so. He lives his life the way he wants to and dont give a damn what anyone thinks of it. He enjoys life and embraces the challanges as well as the good times. I hope my son grows up to be as brilliant as his big cousin Mike.
I LOVE YOU MAN!
July 29, 2005
Few to just about none are the mortals to whom I must accord veneration, but Mike Brown, aka Shekky the Bastard is one of the most insane and most brilliant people I have been fortunate enough to cross paths with during this particular lifetime.
Let me testify and scream it from the mountaintops. Listen to me people, of the grandeur of Mike Brown.
Let me sing his praises, for he is indeed a genius of the airways, a storyteller, a punk gummo, a mastermind of music. From his odd song collection to his unsettling deranged rants, from his semen stained haikus to his affection for cats, Mike kicks ass. He is a titan who bikes and pushes himself to the chasm; who has successfully prevailed against the slings and arrows of mediocrity, and who has become like a god in constitution yet has maintained his kindness and curiosity, his inquisitiveness and open mind.
He is intense and mad, mad as they come; yet he manages to thrive. Believe me, he's crazy as fuck. But in a good way.
All of you pilgrims listen up. Mike Brown has met with the goddess and she has kissed him and he has come away with all the attributes of a god. He also has an amazing predilection for Barbeque. How many times the sweet smell of meat has greeted me upon returning from some foray into the godforsaked land of alkaline madness, I can not tell.
While he is most godlike in apparition, Shekky is also most human in his eminence and he always treats people with respect and dignity. He cares, sincerely. He's one of the few people I know who will drop everything to help out a friend. He is one of the few people I know who isn't waiting for you to finish your sentence so he can talk. No, he actually listens, and this manifests from his Zen like sense of self. He is, in short, someone worth admiration.
All Hail Shekky the Bastard. All Hail Mike Brown, for he is truly a demigod.
That, and he's a cool guy to hang out with.
July 26, 2005
YOU ARE MY HONEY THIGH
home from work, home from work. argh argh argh arghhhhh! piss and vinegar spewing from every pore on poor mikeb's body. what dickwads, what fuckfaces, what ass-backwards shite. another day, another dollar for my dear warehouse dirtbag.
an hour later the coals glow red in the bbq. mikeb sits quietly, arms crossed, tongs in hand, watching the honey thighs glisten. a funky smell wafts from the marinade bowl. it's no old wives' tale, moze insists, toxins hate and anger - it all goes to your thighs. so we drizzle them with honey and cake them in pepper. flip rotate turn, and dinner is served.
i eat mikeb's honey thighs. savoring the burnt honey. feeling the pepper warm my tongue. i taste the traces of vitriol still present in the meat. i let it fill my mouth. i chew. i swallow. let the toxins filter through my body to settle eventually in my own thighs. i will care for these hate-filled thighs, clothe them, wash them.
when i die, the coroner will slice open my body and as his scalpel reaches my legs a stench will fill the room. he will retch and stare in amazement at the thighs that harbored all the ill will of the world. as he runs from the room, he stops short upon seeing a quiet smile gracing my sleeping face. he collapses under the horrid fumes, his head filled with confusion. he wonders how such a peaceful contentedness could exist on the face of a girl secretly full of fury and rancor.
what he does not know is that i have tasted the sweet succulent honey thighs of mikeb.
about me
i will only leave the bones and seeds behind
shekky and terry, the man who lives in a desert shack
i am, believe it or not, an Eagle Scout. i was in a boy scout cult-like fraternity called "the order of the arrow". we worshipped earthworms and ate acorns. here is the emblem my lodge used in 1977. these patches are now worth a few dollars
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