Friday, March 27, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Black Oak Arkansas...a rogue bunch of thieving hillbillies known for stealing equipment and wearing women clothes, but they were huge in the 70's !
Lynyrd Skynyrd
Lynyrd Skynyrd perform Saturday Night Special live at knebworrth fair 1976
Lynyrd Skynyrd (pronounced /ˌlĕh-'nérd 'skin-'nérd/, IPA: lɛnɜːd skʰɪnɜːd) is an American Southern rock band. The band became prominent in the Southern United States in 1973, and rose to worldwide recognition before several members, including lead vocalist and primary songwriter Ronnie Van Zant, died in an airplane crash in 1977. The band reformed in 1987 for a reunion tour with Ronnie's younger brother, Johnny Van Zant as the frontman, and continues to record music today. The band was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame on March 13, 2006.
Working For MCA knebworrth fair 1976
The Allman Brothers Band
Greg Allman performs in this amateur video an acoustic medley backstage at a 1982 concert
The Allman Brothers Band is a Southern rock band based in Macon, Georgia. The band was formed in Jacksonville, Florida in 1969 by brothers Duane Allman (slide guitar and lead guitar) and Gregg Allman (vocals, organ). While the band has been called the "principal architects of Southern rock"[1], they also incorporate elements of blues-rock and hard rock, and their live shows have jam band-style improvisation and instrumental songs.
ZZ Top - Tush
Monday, March 23, 2009
Fear & Loathing in Costa Rica
4:30am is an ungodly hour even for a loud howler monkey, expect when you're in La Fortuna. Even in a groggy state, I take a quick inventory of my surrounding and produce a handful of stones large enough to make a monkey think twice about returning the next morning. So I do the only thing I can do, throw a stone at the beast in hopes that it'll either leave or succumb to whatever injures I may inflict with my haphazard throws. Fortunately for the monkey, my one armed assault barely made it past the treeline. I swear the monkey was laughing the whole time.
Regardless, the morning air is crisp and the smell of volcanic ash is just barely noticeable, but strong enough to make you want a cup of coffee. The pots on the back terrace, so I mosey on over and brew myself a cup to start the morning.The pot will take a while, so i grab my camera and snap a shot of the morning sun cracking over the horizon. Barely a cloud in the sky and no one else around, expect for the monkey grinning in the distant trees. Arenal's mouth is visible in the morning sky, a treat considering the humidity usually keeps the top shrouded in a veil of cloud cover. Considering the fact I can hear hot magma rumbling inside Arenal, I feel an odd sense of peace and relaxation. However I have no fear, as my cabin is constructed of the finest three-quarter inch wood Costa Rican money can buy. That and the fact my truck is facing downhill and if need be I can make short work of whatever separates me from the nearest road. Luckily my off-roading skills won't be needed today.
After my morning coffee and a taste of tobaco-puro, I take a shower and head over to Mirador for some breakfast, which consists of the traditional gallo pinto, fried plantains, scrambled eggs and some fruit. Don't get me wrong, the Mirador offers a great selection of food, however when prepping for an afternoon full of sun, cigars & frescos the last thing I need is an injection of a high fat western-style breakfast. Afterwards I take the truck into town to stock up on fruit and water for the rest of the day. Arenal looks all to surreal in the early morning. The cloud cover has moved in to cloak the mouth of the might giant; yet Fortuna is eerily calm in the shadow of Arenal. The town's comprised of only a few streets which lead to the park in the town square. W alking around town square, there's a motley assortment of backpackers, local merchants, children in school uniforms and a bunch of guys that look like extras from a Larry Bishop movie.
Nevertheless it's a nice place to call home for a few days until I make my way to Jaco beach on the Pacific coast.
Regardless, the morning air is crisp and the smell of volcanic ash is just barely noticeable, but strong enough to make you want a cup of coffee. The pots on the back terrace, so I mosey on over and brew myself a cup to start the morning.The pot will take a while, so i grab my camera and snap a shot of the morning sun cracking over the horizon. Barely a cloud in the sky and no one else around, expect for the monkey grinning in the distant trees. Arenal's mouth is visible in the morning sky, a treat considering the humidity usually keeps the top shrouded in a veil of cloud cover. Considering the fact I can hear hot magma rumbling inside Arenal, I feel an odd sense of peace and relaxation. However I have no fear, as my cabin is constructed of the finest three-quarter inch wood Costa Rican money can buy. That and the fact my truck is facing downhill and if need be I can make short work of whatever separates me from the nearest road. Luckily my off-roading skills won't be needed today.
After my morning coffee and a taste of tobaco-puro, I take a shower and head over to Mirador for some breakfast, which consists of the traditional gallo pinto, fried plantains, scrambled eggs and some fruit. Don't get me wrong, the Mirador offers a great selection of food, however when prepping for an afternoon full of sun, cigars & frescos the last thing I need is an injection of a high fat western-style breakfast. Afterwards I take the truck into town to stock up on fruit and water for the rest of the day. Arenal looks all to surreal in the early morning. The cloud cover has moved in to cloak the mouth of the might giant; yet Fortuna is eerily calm in the shadow of Arenal. The town's comprised of only a few streets which lead to the park in the town square. W alking around town square, there's a motley assortment of backpackers, local merchants, children in school uniforms and a bunch of guys that look like extras from a Larry Bishop movie.
Nevertheless it's a nice place to call home for a few days until I make my way to Jaco beach on the Pacific coast.
Lucha Libre masks...gotta love those crazy Mexicans!
You've trained for years, spilled blood, sweat & tears, now it time to take your rightful place at the top of the wrestling world; but first you'll have to cover up that grotesque face of yours.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
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