About me
subject appears to be a white male, early 50's, pathologically tall/skinny. brain patterns show evidence of a life in alcohol - first swimming in it then running from it. fingers show wear from years of guitar playing. heart presents slow repair, through writing, from being broken by rock and roll.
Recent comments
Links
all things afghan whigs
burning light
FREE TIM BYRNES!!!!(Music, that is!)
millions more movement
moon maan
rock and roll hall of fame
tim's music
Archives
today
February 2009
January 2009
October 2008
September 2008
August 2008
July 2008
June 2008
May 2008
April 2008
March 2008
December 2007
October 2007
August 2007
July 2007
June 2007
May 2007
April 2007
March 2007
January 2007
December 2006
November 2006
October 2006
September 2006
August 2006
July 2006
June 2006
May 2006
April 2006
March 2006
February 2006
January 2006
December 2005
November 2005
October 2005
September 2005
August 2005
July 2005
June 2005
May 2005
April 2005
March 2005
February 2005
January 2005
June 2004
April 2004
March 2004
Counter
visited *loading* times
Bo Diddley Was a Gunslinger: On Mortality and Bomp Bomp Bomp Ba Bomp Ba Bomp Bomp
Bo Diddley is dead. Long live Bo Diddley! Long live the spirit and the memory of the young heart articulating it's sorrowjoylovehatesexandmadness by spouting gibberish atop some driving beat. Long live the superherodom attained by strapping on a Stratocaster and plugging into the Marshall stack of collective conciousness. Long live the hopeful hopeless in their mission to get someone, anyone to LOOK AT ME and somehow register as more than a blip on local radar. Long live the attempt, through sound and words, to transform the randomness of the semi-wasted life into a culture. Long live the garage. Long live the cheap guitar. Long live the street dance. Long live the corner bar. Long live the idiots yelling out for 'Free Bird' when you've been slamming out Clash covers all night. Long live the woozy, frowzy drunk chick who can make you feel like Hendrix w/just one unfocused look and perhaps a lick of the lips. Long live the mixtape, the anarchist's answer to lousy radio. Long live the open mic night. Long live punk rock.
Long live the blues.
tb
Posted by: timbyrnes at 20:46 |
link | comments (2)
