WHA?? BACK TO BACK POSTs?! YEP, I TOLD YOU I WAS FOR REAL ABOUT THIS SHIT!
There's still half a bottle of Jim Beam Double Oak (again, still not as tasty as the extra aged Black, or about 20 other bourbons, but hey, it's cheap), so I'm back. I forgot that since this blog is now also being posted to my official website, www.bradleywik.com, I was going to write a sort of "intro" blog to warn people before yesterday's barrage of cursing, way too personal insights and a candor matched only by my drunkenness, because, let's be honest, that's what this is. That's why I started writing a blog and why I continue to do so. I needed an outlet for the crazy, depressed, deep and dark thoughts that I usually just keep to myself. And, since therapy is expensive and a blog was free, I chose this. So, for all those new to this or just learning about my deficiencies, again, probably a little too much drinking, way too much depression (as if any is OK) and my Asperger's are probably the top 3, in some order, I would caution you to proceed if you are sensitive to "blue" language, too much honesty and opinions that are way too strong for comfort. Yesterday's post was pretty dark and way too revealing, so I'm going to lighten it up on this one and keep it short. Main point, read no further if you are faint of heart. If you want to delve deep or affected by one of the aforementioned afflictions and want to feel less alone, as I often do, read on, brave ones...
First off, I would like to mention that when I turned on the TV today, the NFL Network was replaying the Packers - Cowboys game, which was the best possible outcome when switching on the 'ol tube. It could've been more Trump/Russia news or Trump/North Korea news or Trump/NFL news or Trump as a sexual predator news or Harvey Weinstein as a sexual predator news, or, on the lighter side (JFK - just fucking kidding), more fucking hurricane news or Puerto Rico news, oh, wait, still not lighter... Anywhosal, it was the latest triumph of a one Mr. Aaron Rodgers (and 45 other guys). The very guy that two years ago was criticized for not being "clutch" nor able to engineer a 4th quarter comeback. Also, the same guy who, only one year ago, before winning 8 straight in spectacular fashion while playing out of his fucking mind, was being criticized for being "done" and past his prime. Jesus, I get that 24 hours is a lot of time to fill, but come on. Also, the recipient of that miraculous throw with 16 seconds left, Davante Adams, spent the entire 2015 season being ridiculed by everyone I knew and almost all of Packernation for being terrible, despite dealing with a terrible foot injury the whole year. Unless they are 40+ years old (Tom Brady notwithstanding), or 30+ for running backs, wide receivers, lineman and linebackers, if a player mysteriously gets worse, it probably means they're fucking hurt. Turns out that slamming your highly trained body into larger, also highly trained bodies repeatedly is not good for it and may, nope, will cause injury. So, how about we all chill the fuck out and "just watch, baby."
Sidenote: who else is as fucking pumped as I am about Mr. Vic Ketchman coming out of retirement to write his once a week reader submitted questions column again? If you don't know what I'm talking about, Vic used to write a daily, then twice daily during the season, column, where readers would submit questions about the Jaguars then later Packers (when he came to Green Bay, of course) and Vic would answer them. He was sarcastic, he was funny, he was truthful, he was engaging, he was one of the last sportswriters (Bill Simmons, it's all on you now!) with a goddamn personality. He has been covering football since the 70's (Steelers back then, lucky dog, during their golden years) and could impart so much wisdom to us maniacal fanatics about football, life or "Caddyshack." It was my favorite thing when I worked a shitty job at the paint store. When it was finally time for my lunch (which was never in the fucking summer as it was so busy), I would make my turkey and cheese bagel sandwich (every day for 5 years. Asperger's much?) and sit down to read Ask Vic in the solitude of the rat infested back room and just lose myself for 30 minutes. He could pull me out of my daily slog and get me laughing and give me perspective when I needed it most. Though it's only once a week now, I'm so glad to have him back. I needed it. I really did. If you have never read Vic, please CLICK HERE as soon as fucking possible. Seriously, if you're still reading and not clicking, fuck you...
OK, now that that is behind us, let's move on to some more important shit. Remember how crazy it was when 10 year old Bradley saw THIS SHIT for the first time? Of course you don't. Only I do. Not only did my brain just fucking break (an Asperger's thing that happens when I can't figure out how something was made. Until then, music was made by guitars, drums, basses, pianos, keyboards, etc. This was none of that) but my eyeballs nearly fell out of my fucking head seeing that video on MTV for the first time. Remember MTV showing videos and playing music? I'm so fucking old. I, like I always do, probably because of the Asperger's, immediately wanted to hate it. It had none of Rock N' Roll elements that I knew so well. It had no guitars, wasn't about cars, girls, drinking or Rock N' Roll, like all good Rock N' Roll songs are, wasn't comfortable, in fact, it was intentionally uncomfortable, the singer wasn't good looking, it had no shots of the band behind him playing to thousands of screaming fans; it was just... fucking... weird... So, my Asperger's brain hated it. I told everyone how terrible it was and I couldn't stop talking about it (which I found out is another Asperger's trait. Repeatedly saying the same things though no one cares or wants to hear). It was the worst fucking thing ever, in my mind. Then, like a month later, I realized I couldn't stop thinking about it. Then THIS HAPPENED. After seeing that (the MTV censored version, for sure), my head was officially in a pretzel; I had a pretzel in my head. I completely lost my mind and flipped sides. I loved it. I loved it more than anything I had ever heard. The next time we were in Beaver Dam at the mall, I took my lawn mowing money and purchased the "Fat of the Land" on cassette. I listened to that every chance I could. I remember listening to that tape, and only that tape, every Saturday as I mowed 3 lawns. I fucking wore that tape out. But, alas, none of my small town, white, rural, farm-raised friends would listen with me. I remember a party we had a bit later, 8th grade I believe, where I busted this shit out and everyone got so pissed except for one girl. They ran over and took the tape out and threw it at me. They were so pissed. They couldn't wait to get back to the Metallica, Poison, Def Leppard, Winger or whatever the fuck they wanted so bad. Could've been Tupac as I remember he was a big hit with the young, white, Wisconsin youth who liked to get fucked up on a Friday night at age 12. Good times... Needless to say, me and the one girl who also enjoyed The Prodigy spent the rest of the night making out and totally fucked off the rest of the group. Good times...
Oh yeah, I wanted to mention my upcoming Periscope Live Show this Friday, October 13th, at 9pm EST/6pm PST. I'm currently going through the four topics of Rock N' Roll on my "Friday Night is for the Drinkers Concert Series" which I play every couple weeks on, yep, you guessed it, Friday Night: cars, girls, drinking and Rock N' Roll. I did "cars" last week, playing "Drive all Night," "Dance with me Darlin'," "Friday Night is for the Drinkers" and "'66 Chevelle." Fuck, that video for "Friday Night is for the Drinkers" is awesome. So cool to have that motorcycle stunt in there, completely randomly. This week I'll be taking on the topic of "girls," which could be almost every fucking song I've ever written but I'm choosing only my favorite "girls" and the characters I'm the most in love with. Remember, every song I write is 50% things I've done, 50% things I've seen and 50% things I've made up to make the song rhyme. So, you know that I know most of these "characters," or, more than likely, knew, as I rarely stay in contact with people. I'm fucking horrible at it. When I decide to change something in my life, I just walk away from everything and it magically (read: Asperger's-ly) becomes something that seems like I read it in a book and it didn't actually happen to me. It's just a vague memory that haunts me when I can't sleep, or, even worse, when I actually can (SEE LAST POST). Anywhosal, search and follow "Bradley Wik" (@bradleywik) on the Periscope app or CLICK HERE to follow on your PC. I'll see you Friday! Or, I won't actually as you can see me but I can't see you. Which, is probably good just in case you're pooping while you're watching...
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