"This one goes in June. June comes before July, and after May. So anytime that you hear its June, just put this in the mail."

A little line from a new favorite movie of mine, Buffalo '66. A damn good flick if you ask me.

As you might gather by the already transparent tone of this blog, its going to be a puff piece. By that, of course, I mean full of bullshit, pointlessness, and triviality.

I mean, seriously, do I dare be so goddamn heavy all the time? What fun is that. The thing about things written, (and I read this in Cosmopolitan) is that something like 70 or 80% of the time the tone is misinterpreted, so suffice to say I am not always so fucked up, weird and deep. If you know the Chucker, (and some of you do) you know that I am a pretty easy-going motherfucker most of the time. Still, when it comes to writing I just can't get the feel for conversational-type writing. For some reason if its written its solid, to me. And solid is absolute, built, finished, and forever, or something like that. Seriously people, why the fuck do you read this shit anyways? I'm curious. You know what it feels like? It feels like I am in a room surrounded by two-way mirrors, and am told to think aloud, and nobody is to reply. Well, I want a bone, bitches. I want to hear you shout it, shout it, shout it out loud. You won't, little devils. You'll just sit there at your desks; before bed, on break, or in the morning sitting there all the while thinking how I've fallen off the porch of sanity and simply drowned myself in my own literary vomit from binge babbling. Fuckaduck.

... So I'm looking at my little cd tower right now in front of me. I think I'll share whats in it with you. Give you a little helping of Chucko's music tastes.

From top to bottom (for no particular reason, mind you)
-Bob Dylan: Blonde On Blonde
-The(International)Noise Conspiracy: Survival Sickness
-Ryan Adams: Heartbreaker
-Madonna: The Immaculate Collection (fuck you guys, really.)
-Sufjan Stevens: Illinois
-Doorstep Paradise: Canvas (St. Cloud, MN locals, and friends)
-Rufus Wainwright: Want One
-Gearge Thorogood: The Baddest Of...
-Isley Brothers: The Ultimate of...
-John Fahey: The Voice of The Turtle
-Nat King Cole: Sweet Lorraine
-Mark Mallman: Seven Years (Minneapolis local, and all around good fella)
-Miles Davis: Classic Ballads
-Eddie Cochran: C'Mon Everybody
-Seu Jorge: The Life Aquatic Studio Sessions
-Kermit Ruffins: Throwback
-Howlin' Wolf: The Back Door Wolf
-Jose Gonzalez: Stay In The Shade EP
-Joe Cocker: Greatest Hits
-AC/DC: Highway To Hell (cause it gots IF YOU WANT BLOOD (You've Got It) and I likes that song, ya'll)

That's about all in there for ya. Right now the Stones is playing. I believe its "Moonlight Mile." A good tune indeed.

Music, music, music. Could we honestly live without it? I think not. I hope not, for christs sake. I can't tell whether I like playing it or discovering it more. People are never satisfied, and dammit I'm no exception.

I don't want to talk to you people anymore, so I'm smoking, even if you don't approve.

-C