For Me, Not You….

Endless thoughts invade my mind, it’s myself I’m trying to find.

With this pen and pad, I write thoughts down even though some may think I’m mad.

Sometimes I do it because it feels right, other times it’s because I can’t sleep at night.

Either way these are expressions of me, written down for all the world to see.

Sometimes it’s for fun you know just nonsense, other times it’s heartfelt with some deeper meaning, in my defense.

So, if you don’t like it I don’t care!! I’ll state that now just to clear the air.

These are expressions of ME, not YOU!! you think you can do better feel free to grab a pen and pad too!!

I think it says enough….

I’m A Junkie

I am a music junkie!!

I like it hard, heavy, loud, eclectic, twangy, soft, mellow, smooth, and yup you guessed it sometimes funky.

Gimme jazz, country, hip hop, rock, metal, soul, ohhhh yeah Gimme more!!

And, don’t forget the hardcore!

Where did I learn my love for this super sweet dope, that I just can’t get enough of?

Good question, even better question is, how do I maintain this need for my aural fix?

Sit back and let me explain the ins and outs of how a junkie gets his fix……  To be continued…..

This is an idea I had for an intro to my story of my love for music, time booking bands, and days in radio….Ehhhh it’s kinda catchy….

Hello world!

Welcome to Big Rob Rambles, a collection of shit that comes out of me from time to time, a collection of writings, poetry, prose, and miscellaneous nonsense I have put to paper, and now here in this blog……Please feel free to comment, constructively criticize, or complain at will…..ENJOY!!!

The Grind

Work another day,

that’s how you make your way.

As much as it sucks,

it’s what you gotta do to make them bucks.

Unless, you go the route of the drug dealer,

FUCK THAT!!, you never know who’s a squealer!

So get up and get your ass to work,

and stop whining, everybody’s boss is a jerk!

Just get out and make your way,

as much as it sucks you’re gonna have to work another day!

See what I mean, random crap just pops into my head sometimes??? Not always sure where it comes from, sometimes it’s just there waiting to get out…

Demise

That temptress in a bag,

 man she’s a dirty fuckin’ hag.

She’ll rob your soul, she’ll steal your dreams,

she likes to fuck your whole life up it seems…

Man, that bitch is a pistol,

we all know her name, and her name is crystal.

Having several friends who have battled with addictions, inspired this little piece, I actually don’t remember writing this, must have been one of those things I woke up and wrote in the middle of the night…

FEBRUARY 22nd, 1975

The pig has gone away he went to see Hester Prin, at least that’s what we think. Maybe, he up and went to Michigan, or maybe he became that infamous country killer? The Last time he was seen was at the diner on 77 toting his shotgun on Columbus day he said he was going to kill all the frogs then take a drive to angel and visit some under water fascist who knows what the hell he really ment, he was not right in the head. He was always talking to some make belive friend named Vivian, and delving deep into his brain, he could appreciate the pleasure of friends, as well as the spirit of poverty. Weather it was enjoying a headless breakfast at the crack house or sitting at some strip club watching some angry woman shakin’ her ass he would always state things are only getting worse some day things are going to turn into a blood bath around this death trap the servant of the evil one is commin’ for ya then he’d return to his home out in the middle of nowhere which was really a vacant lot on hope st. in the ghetto. It was a nice spot though, usually  in the sun  his only regret was that a result of an unwanted pregnancy he had and ugly daughter who grew up to be a Nebraskan beer whore any fathers sexual nightmare. After that he said I’m calling it quits I  can’t go back  to my happy home at the north pole especially with the high cost of living his wife Aphrodite had gone mad that crazy bitch went to Galveston, Texas and had and an affair with Martin Luther King she’ll get hers someday then I’ll  win big ’cause everybody loves a funeral  especially when the dead are alone in the end this may sound like an unrequited teenage love song, really it’s just a tale of nothing but FUCK IT the children will but it!! 

This was written a few days after my good friend Ben Spangler passed away, in it you will find song titles and album titles Ben wrote, and performed, and one song by the band B.U.T. that Ben loved performing, it’s sort of my ode to the memory of Ben and his band The Touchers. Ben was taken from us much too early, but his music will live on forever for his fans and friends check out his music at www.thetouchers.com listen, learn, and love it!! We miss you Ben, keep rockin’ until we meet again my friend!!.thetouchers.com