Last weekend was by far one of the best trips yet. Thanks to the Harper boys for being without a doubt the classiest fellas around. And thank you for insisting I take the Schiada's for a spin. Marty's 20 rides like a Caddy. A blown, fuel injected Caddy that I got up to 90 mph. Steve's 71 flatty not only scared the shit out of me, it gave me an idea of what mine is going to feel like. There isn't anything that compares. It really lit a fire under my ass to get my 68 on the water. I can't wait.
Steve took us out, did a pass, and I jumped behind the wheel up by Echo. Fun!
You're missing out on a real swell happening if you haven't seen the Sting of Death. I've owned this flick for years and might have forced some of you against your will to watch it, but you're better for it. It's Florida's everglades 1965, and a half-man half-jellyfish goes after some swingin' kids that just want to dance and have a ball.
The real kicker is that Neil Sedaka wrote the theme song. Dig It!
"It isn't funky or anything that's junky. It's something swella! The jilla-jalla-jellyfish!"
The first time I remember hearing any form of Exotica was around 1995 when Combustible Edison did the soundtrack to Four Rooms. In a very backwards manor, I later got turned on to the original gods like Denny, Les Baxter and Arthur Lyman. Dig it!
I watched Lord Love A Duck for the first time in years. Rock, Rock, Rock is another favorite and Wild In The Country(1961) is when Elvis plugged his 26 into her 18. There's something to be said for natural beauty, especially nowadays when it's become somewhat of an endangered species. Here's to a refreshing break from the desperate, self-obsessed mutants that pass themselves off as a suitable girl today.
The slick track at Go Kart World was drunk tits. It's located in the heart of Niggsville, just across from Beanersberg but it's all good when errrbody out on da track. You can't help but laugh your ass off in a Go Kart. Somehow after my second or third round my shit digital camera broke in my pocket, clearly caused my how much ass I was hauling.