Revelry – Twisted Mixtape Tuesday 2006 – 2013


Twisted Mixtape Tuesday has become one of the most fun things I’ve ever done on the Internets. While my writing partner, Tar Rah aka @Tara_R , and I take a break from our Millicent and Pauley killers , getting to show y’all some of my favorite songs and the types of tunes that mean something to me has definitely filled the void of writing about murders. But in tribute to mine and Tara’s lethal ladies, the first three songs of this playlist are in their honor. They also came from the year, 2006, when I was going through a pretty awful divorce. Make your judgments and cast your aspersions. We’re all friends, here.

Gnarls Barkley – Crazy

AFI – Miss Murder

30 Seconds To Mars (yes, that’s Jordan Catalano) – The Kill

Things started to get better for me, meeting my now wife, and filling out my family of 3 daughters was close at hand. My second favorite band ever, Radiohead, and a what I thought was going to be a good rock act from the south, Kings of Leon, provided wonders of a new day.

Radiohead – Bodysnatchers

Kings of Leon – Revelry

Then things then got weird. Musical direction were splintered and after an 11 year break, I started writing again – *waving*. Thanks to everyone who’s hung around for the past 3 1/2 years.

Pearl Jam – The Fixer

Cage The Elephant – Ain’t No Rest For the Wicked

Linkin Park – Bleed It Out

And finally, if you don’t own The Black Keys’ El Camino or Japandroids’ Celebration Rock albums, there’s something seriously wrong with you. They’re brilliant and they proved that rock and roll isn’t dead, and it’s on this damn blog. Crank these two.

The Black Keys – Gold On The Ceiling

Japandroids – The House That Heaven Built

Please go see my music freak sister from another mother and father, Jen, at ( ) aka @jenkehl on The Twitter. You’ll meet some fun, interesting and unique audiophiles who will make you laugh.

Also, we’re less than 3 days (August 9th) from the release of my second book, Soul To Body, about a widowed musician and his headstrong teen daughter. It’s a cool, easy to read, reasonably priced novella, available digitally at amazon/kindle., Good Reads and in paperback (the best way) from or a signed copy from Pound Publishing headquarters (inquire within). My first book, The Ballad of Helene Troy is still available at all of those outlets, too! Get that one. It’s musical all the way.


All Of My Best Friends Are Dead


It’s a forty-five minute drive through uninspiring locales with the final destination being the loss of one of my daughters for several days, so music gets me through. Being divorced, remarried, with three daughters who have multiple parents means you become an expert in sacrifice and compromise. If there’s one thing divorced parents have better than “traditional” ones its expert ability to handle the flux of change and negotiated ideals. So, when it’s the end of a vacation week with my middle daughter, who’s a month shy of her tenth birthday, and we have to make the long drive to drop her off, I let her have control of the car radio. And like her dad, she’s learned to hang at the intersection of endurance and diplomacy.


“What are those two stations that play all the music you like, daddy?”

I smile and know that for this trip, there will not be any Demi Lovato or Taylor Swift.

“105 and 103, baby. Flip between both of them. Maybe we’ll hear the songs I played for you when you were little.”

It’s been a while since we’d performed this ritual, well over a year, in fact, but we a hit a mother lode of trusted tunes. The Beatles’ Ticket To Ride, The Ramones I Wanna Be Sedated, The Clash’s Rock the Casbah and Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit high-lighted the ride. I sprinkled in commentary and answered my daughter’s questions in between. Then she said something that was meant to be funny but turned poignant on a dime.

“Daddy, I like how you talk about these music people like they’re your best friends.”

She waited for me to respond before hitting the seek button. I manufactured a laugh and smile.

“Just listen to them, honey.”

Janis Joplin’s Me and Bobbie McGee, played.

One of my writing heroes, the late music critic Lester Bangs, once asked;

“If the main reason we listen to music in the first place is to hear passion expressed- as I’ve believed all my life-then what good is this music going to prove to be? what does that say about us?”

I don’t know about you, but music means I’m never alone. It means that as long as there are three-minute or fewer pieces of brilliance that show talent and heart, then my life can forever be affected.

My daughter opened up the car door as Janis stopped singing. She always notices the tears in my eyes when she leaves. She leaned back inside the car for a hug then left me with a nugget of truth.

“Listen to your friends, daddy. They’ll make you feel better.”

I didn’t have the heart or nerve to tell her John Lennon, Joey Ramone, Joe Strummer, Kurt Cobain, Janis Joplin and Lester Bangs were all dead. I just turned up the radio and waved goodbye.

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One Alive Kool Thing – Twisted Mixtape Tuesday


The best posts just happen. They dance off your fingertips, the automatic editor works, and right before you hit publish, you have hundreds of great words, pictures, videos, and feelings that will transfer to the reader. This one isn’t like that. In fact, it’s the most belabored one I’ve ever been involved with because it concerns an era of music that should be titled “Lance’s Damn Wheel House”, Twisted Mixtape Tuesday 1990s, Part One for ‘s weekly blogging dance party.


As I started researching what to write and teach you all about, I found myself with four different genres, nineteen different artists, and twenty-seven songs. Not even I, a music junkie, would read that.

For me, the music that changed my life, forever, happened between the years 1988 to 1994. Everything I like, now, I found during those years, and I still obsess over today.

Before I list a few songs and videos. I want you to know that in 1988, Sonic Youth’s Daydream Nation, Pixies’ Surfer Rosa, then in 1989, Beastie Boys Paul’s Boutique and Stone Roses debut album meant a lot to me. I played all 4 records hundreds of times. They stay in my car or in heavy rotation in my computer all the time, today. All 4 albums are revolutionary in production, sound, style, guitar-playing, and prompted other bands to steal from their brilliant ideas.

The early 1990s saw music from bands with ideas and deep beliefs. Ideas like writing pro-choice on your arm, blasting the horrible sexism that permeated hair metal and rock in general, and promoting racial harmony like when Anthrax worked with Public Enemy. I miss that time. It’s dormant, now…at least the activism.

Kool Thing – Sonic Youth, the legendary indie rock band broke down, signed to a major label for their 1990 release, Goo. The best song came from bassist Kim Gordon who essentially killed the pretention of 1980s rock stars by taking a bad experience interviewing arrogant and sexist LL Cool J, and delivering a guitar blaze of smart-assness and perverse, hipster coolness. I wish Kim Gordon had married Kurt Cobain. Think of how the world had been a better place.


Personal Jesus – Depeche Mode – I didn’t “get” the 1980s electronic indie darlings until they put some guitars in the group, wrote lyrics on their 1990 album, Violater, that were both provocative and alternative, and suddenly I was an admirer of the risk taking Dave Gahan and his heroin fueled songs about alienation and gay rights, a year before Seattle happened.

Enter Sandman – Metallica – Testosterone has been the fuel of rock since Elvis and Chuck Berry. A few years before Metallica cut their hair and sucked, they put out their mainstream pop hard rock album and it rocked, with a black cover of a coiled snake and song after song of ass kicking music. When you hear the brutal rhythm section of Sandman, you know trouble’s coming and you don’t even try to stop it.

Seattle Reign:

Everyone else will play these bands and I write about and play the songs of Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Alice in Chains, Screaming Trees, Bikini Kill, Hole, Candlebox, and more. They changed the game in 1991 and made wool caps, bad attitudes, flannel, and smack so cool, we all couldn’t get enough. I’m going to show four videos of songs I listened to constantly and still do.

Lithium – Nirvana

Rusty Cage – Soundgarden

Rooster – Alice In Chains

Alive – Pearl Jam


Siva – Smashing Pumpkins – Gish isn’t their best album but it has Siva so it will always be a good record. The Pumpkins were doing their stuff in Chicago, well before the Seattle snobs put their records out and yet, you can see how the scenes traded influences. This is just a great song.

One – U2 – Believe it or not, the biggest band in the world with the lead singer who gets nominated for Nobel Peace Prizes was about to break up in early 1991. Achtung Baby, their excellent album, was almost abandoned due to creative conflicts within the band. One, a song Bono has written for an AIDS benefit was reworked, slowed down, and helped the four Irish dudes find their fastball, again. The lyric “Have you come here for forgiveness, have you come to raise the dead, have you come here to play Jesus to the lepers in your head”, shatters the idea that rock music is frivolous and not poetic. This is one of my favorite songs, period.

This was to hard. I’ve left out so much and these songs cover 1990 through 1992. Next week, we talk about Britpop, hip hop and Rage. Part two may put me in a mental facility.

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Let It Bleed


Open. Heart. Surgery.


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One of our editors was recently lucky enough to slowly roast on a bouncy, mechanical floor this close to nearly 900 other Portlanders for a reading (of the third chapter of his new book, The Ocean at the End of the Lane) and subsequent Q&A by Neil Gaiman. One of the questions asked of him was, “Can you tell us your writing process in three words?” He replied, “Glare. Drink tea.”

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Let’s So Crazy – Twisted Mixtape: 1980s, Part 2


Participating in my friend Jen’s Twisted Mixtape Tuesdays has reinvigorated my blogging juices. I think she should be on infomercials at two a.m. with “Blogging Bounce House!”

“Tired of strict deadline writing prompts? Sick of overdone blog memes? Lost your thrill of writing off the cuff about your kids? Here’s Jen’s Blogging Bounce House, it’s music! List your favorite songs in loose themes and imagine your friend’s jumping, flipping, and throwing up after five minutes from exhaustion and nostalgia!”

Great, another writing friend making cash while I toil away with my dark “art”…….

This week is the second part of  ’80s. Since most of the second half of the decade was about mega artists like Madonna, Bruce Springsteen, Michael Jackson or Prince putting out massive amounts of product and MTV started to suck, fast, I decided to get away from genre and talk about the coming 1990s storm. I’m listing seven songs, two from the last year, 1989, and see if you can hitch your giddy-up on the harbinger of hair metal and party rap wipe outs courtesy of, well, these sonic gems. This is a learning blog; a cynical, sarcastic, whiny, learning blog. Let’s go crazy, literally.

1) princeletsgocrazy Let’s Go Crazy – Prince. Of the 1984 commercial behemoths – Mike Jackson’s Thriller (it was released in 1983 but dominated the first few months of 1984), Bruce Springsteen’s Born in the U.S.A., and Purple Rain by the Mighty Mite of Minnesota, Prince’s record’s the most artistic. The song that captured all the Led Zepplin bombast, Beatles pop fury, and Prince’s Princeness is Let’s Go Crazy. From the preacher start “Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life” (my wife has been instructed to play this at my funeral, Hold her to it) to the guitar virtuoso end, Prince showed all of his skills. This song’s been covered and admired by many artists. I wish I had a shrink called Dr. Everythinggonnabealright

2 )  thesmithshowsoon How Soon Is Now – The Smiths (1985) I love this song, riff, guitarist, and these lyrics. It’s been called the Stairway to Heaven of the 1980s. I agree. If you can’t relate to this: “You shut your mouth how can you say I go about things the wrong way I am human and I need to be loved  just like everybody else does” then you’re at the wrong blog, and Morrissey and Johnny Marr hate you. The greatest riff ever? Close.

3) beastieboysnosleeptill No Sleep Till Brooklyn – Beastie Boys (1986). Rick Rubin, producer of the white rap punks from New York, hired 80s metal God, Kerry King of Slayer. to play thunderous riffs and solos, then mixed them with the brash nature of King Ad Rock (adam horovitz) Mike D (Michael Diamond) and MCA (the late great Adam Yauch). The merge of rock and hip hop wasn’t smooth until this song and Aerosmith and Run DMC’s Walk This Way during this same year, 1986. ‘Brooklyn brought cultures together to buy records, wear clothes, and force decaying rockers to get a little more fly, yo.

4) u2wherethestreetss Where The Streets Have No Name – U2 (1987). Until their breakthrough fifth record, The Joshua Tree, was released in the summer of ’87, U2 was known for an earnest Live Aid performance, protest songs, and lead singer, Bono’s, hair. They were largely ignored by top 40 and critics were split on their importance. Then the four Dublin lads conquered the states. Their love letter, sort of, to America begins with the opening number, a slow build to bombast. It’s an American rock song done by Irish dudes. And they kill it. They reinvented Arena Rock and gave it a global sheen. From Bono’s over-annunciation “iiiiii WAAAANNNTTT TOOOO RUNNNN” to The Edge’s quicksilver guitar riffs. ‘Streets is a classic in more ways than “One”. That’s a hint for next week.

5) guns-n-roses-poster Sweet Child O’ Mine – Guns N Roses (1988). L.A. Sleaze and pop metal or hair band music lasted a full decade. It started from the ashes of glam, punk, and metal in the early 1980s and stuck around till, well, you’ll see, soon. To dismiss 10 years of stuff is foolish. Guns’ owed more to the New York Dolls, The Sex Pistols, David Bowie, and Lou Reed than Poison or RATT or Warrant. They were talented junkies who were into chaos as much as tunes. AND they sold millions. The pop hit from their debut Appetite For Destruction would’ve worked in any era because Slash conjures the hell from his Gibson and Axl sings like he’s going to die during the solos. ‘Child is a good song that still works and it reminds me of any and all good and bad memories of my senior year of high school and freshman one of college. I survived them because of this crazy song. Try and NOT snake dance. Where do we go now?

6) publicenemylyricssd  Fight The Power – Public Enemy (1989) – Social consciousness moved beyond the touchy-feelyness of Live Aid. In the revolutionary mics of New York hip hop pioneers, Public Enemy, socially aware music sounded like more than Malcolm X than Martin Luther King Junior. It paved the way for so many artists. Written for Spike Lee’s groundbreaking film, Do The Right Thing, lead emcee Chuck D spat rhymes that shocked and excited Americans of all races. “Elvis was a hero to most but he never meant s*** to me you see straight up racist that sucker was simple and plain motherf*** him and John Wayne”. I wasn’t the same after that. Neither were most “awake” music fans.

7) nirvanaaboutagirlsd About A Girl – Nirvana (1989) The story is as good as the record. An album made for $606.17 from the pocket a guitar player who didn’t play on Bleach and was later kicked out of Nirvana who’d go on to become a war hero. The glum chums of bummed told us what was about to happen and we weren’t listening. Here’s where I show my annoying hipster card. I got a copy of Nirvana’s first album, Bleach, from the radio station I worked at because no one else cared. They all thought Soundgarden and or Alice in Chains was the next big thing. Kurt Cobain spoke my language while everyone else was giggling acid-washed. I was just miserable enough at the time to get what he was sayin’ and playin’. Sometimes you get one right. This is my “hey teacher, I did my homework!” moment. I’ve had very few. And this is a great song. Thanks for the 600 bucks Jason Everman and thanks for the service to your country as an Army Ranger.

Go see Jen and our weirdo music loving fake family at and the Twisted Mixtape Tuesday link up. There’s great music and insight.

Also? While I finish the second book, get the first one. It’s music centered, too, about musician born at the beginning of this time, 1984, and her rise to stardom in New York City in 2008. The Ballad of Helene Troy is available, digitally, on kindle, Good Reads, and You can also get it in paperback from or Pound Publishing Headquarters, signed, like this one: bookpicturesahdddddddddddddddddddddddddkcfb

Tightrope – 100 Word Song


My wife aka The Bobina wrote this week for Donetta’s great pick of The Beatles, “Don’t Let Me Down” . It was about me, both the good and the bad, so I had to ask her to choose today’s song. I’m on some new pills that I’ll write about at a later date so I lost track of my days and times.  Remember, you’re hanging out with a crazy person. I also put out on the Twitter to the rest of you for song suggestions. Tar Rah aka @Tara_R said “And She Was” by Talking Heads. That will be later today’s 333 word piece for Trifecta Writing, also a new Soul To Body story episode. The rest of you that suggested songs will be providing the soundtrack for the next few posts. Thank you. Back to Bobina’s selection and to Jake, Violet and Mallory on the Hannas’ front porch with a new Soul To Body for Bobina’s pick, Tightrope, the quirky pop song from Janelle Monae.

Last time:

Violet’s angry voice took over the porch.

“Dad, Gus texted she’s on her way with the whole story about how Mallory tried to break up some guy’s marriage because he was in an band she liked from the 90s. Sound familiar?”

Jake knew he should correct his insolent daughter but her word spew about behavioral patterns were identical to what his late wife’s lectures.

“Vi, get back in the house! Let Mallory tell me her story! Gossip is a tightrope walk without a net.”

Jake looked past a tearful Mallory and saw his sister-in-law’s black car arrive in the driveway.

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You have seven days from now to write 100 words inspired by Janelle Monae’s Tightrope chosen by Deana aka The Bobina. Be sure to text, tweet, book o face, google +, pony express, morse code, smoke signal, carrier pigeon and scream you post to as many people as possible. Let’s get double digit posts this week. Use Mr. Linky to show your write-up.

100 Word Song – What’s Going On?


I apologize, yet again, for the lateness of 100 word song. While I never close the linky and have never enforced the whole ” 1 week to write rule”, I do need to be a better meme daddy. I think Meme Daddy and/or Meme Daddies would make a really lousy southern rock bar band that would heckle on a Saturday night near my house after six beers.

I just returned from five days in the Washington D.C. area. As a result, I conferred with everyone’s favorite 100 word song robot, Leeroy and we decided to choose the tune this week based on a Washington D.C. artist. Thanks again to my favorite Indie music musician friend, Linda aka @modmomelleroy, bandleader of the Jehova Waitresses, for picking last week. The entries were great. I’m sorry I didn’t get to comment them all but I had creepy wax figures to look at and over-priced Alexandria dress boutiques to stand outside of while the 4 women I went with, shopped. By the way, don’t forget to buy my book, currently on Amazon Kindle, Smashwords, Good Reads and in paperback from – The Ballad of Helene Troy, a rock and roll underdog story; because, trust me, I now REALLY need to the money. Oh, here’s me with Malcolm X, author of one of my favorite books, his Autobiography, keeping it real by any means necessary.


Leeroy and I chose D.C. native, Marvin Gaye, and his landmark hit, What’s Going On? from 1971.

For my 100, we return to Jake and Violet’s porch, my short story, soon to be concluded, Soul To Body. It’s also teamed with my friend Velvet’s 100 word prompt, “dusky”.

Jake waited for the door to close behind him before approaching Mallory. A hour had passed since the sun had set, the front porch light caught Mallory’s dusky shadow ascending the stairs. Her red hair and tear-soaked face looked harried and desperate.

“Mallory, I need for you to leave. Violet and I….”

Jake caught himself giving away too much information. He’d created chaos by letting Mallory too close. Jake thought about Camille. She could be assertive one, mean even, when the situation called.

The door swung open. Violet stepped out.

“Dad, I just found out what’s going on with her.”

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As always, you have seven days, until next wednesday morningishlike, to write 100 words inspired by Marvin Gaye’s What’s Going On? Don’t forget to use Mr. Linky below then tell everyone about your post. Recruit others. It’s cult-like here, but with better music.