Abra-Kablooeey!!!!

Did i ever tell you about the time I blew up a car?

It was the 4th of July, sometime in the early 80's.
Like any other day I was with my best friend Mark.
To call Mark an asshole would be a compliment.
We always knew what kind of an adult he would be,
and we were right.

But this is not about him, it's about me.
Anyway, we were on our way back to my house
after buying some smokebombs from the fireworks stand.
When what do we spy, but an old stationwagon with it's windows down,
parked not a mile away from my place.
Well, what are 2 bad boys supposed to do?
An invitation if ever there was one, right? Right.

Mark, being the bravest, lights up a smokebomb and tosses it in!
Lucky for him, it went out the other side window and went off in the dirt.
Unlucky for me, I knew I could get it right the first try.
I light it. I throw it. The sparks catch a towel on the passenger seat.
Where there's smoke, there's fire!

Well, of course we ran like hell all the way to my backyard.
My mother and a friend are by the pool sunbathing.
"What's up guys?" they ask! "oh, you know, nothing" came our reply.
Not a minute later, we hear the sound of a car-horn just blaring away.
No, "toot toot too", just "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....."
The next sound was all too familiar from our previous exploits.
A fire engine!

We all run back to the front of the house to see what was going on!
As if Mark & I didn't know...
What we saw however, we could not believe!
INFERNO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That poor stationwagon was all done.
Dead fred. Kaput. Finito. Finished.

Of course everyone from the neighborhood was out to have a look.
There were a couple of older kids there, and we asked them if they knew who did it?
Incriminating ourselves for sure, as one of them replied, "it was probably you guys, huh?"
Denials followed, along with a quick exit.
But not before I caught a glipse of the owner.
A woman in her bathrobe and curlers!
Late thirties, early forties.

We killed her car.
I've always suspected that it was not insured.
It was old, and beat-up, and these were the days when it was not mandatory to have insurance.
I can only imagine the trouble we caused her.
Maybe she lost her job cuz she couldn't get to work that day, and any of the next few days for that matter.
Maybe she had some keepsakes lying in the back that her parents gave her, or a painting done by one of her kids in school.
Maybe she couldn't get her kids to school following our little stunt.
Maybe we did her a favor and it was insured and she got a brand new car! (i doubt this scenerio of course)
Maybe that car was the only valuable thing she owned.

I've done a lot of bad shit in the past.
This is just one of them.
There are even worse which will not be noted in this or any other blog.

I'm not proud of blowing up a car, though it does seem to entertain friends when I tell them.
Well, they didn't have to see the woman standing there crying beside her burnt-out shell of a car.
I am very sorry, ma'am!
Wherever you are, I hope this gets to you somehow.
If it's any consolation, I'm probably still paying for it Karmically.
I don't mind, it's my penance, as long as it just affects me.

Send out good vibes, my brethren.
Oh, and don't set shit on fire, please!

Shake The Dis-Ease

I'd rather be walking through the desert naked, yes naked, smelling my own flesh toasting in the sun.
I'd rather be touring the Motown museum, learning the history and feeling the ghosts.
I'd rather be walking downtown enjoying the smell of donuts and fighting with myself not to buy some.
I'd rather be swimming in the ocean, fearful of the nearby shark and hoping that i'm not bleeding from some orafice.
I'd rather be running around my neighborhood with cotton in my ears to stave of the pain.
I'd rather be talking to a friend, not about work, but about music or movies or something meaningless and enjoyable.
I'd rather be in Tokyo, pretending that i'm having a good time, but really just being scared to death of ninjas.
I'd rather be in my car travelling down Route 66, even though it's just truckers and coffee shops.
I'd rather be behind a piano trying to convince myself that i can get a decent sound out of it.
I'd rather be drinking a 40, in the back of a van, at 3 in the morning, after a terrible show in L.A.
I'd rather be asleep and the hard-wood floor of someone I don't know, dreaming of blogging.
I'd rather be at a Mexican Swap Meet trying on Sombreros, looking for just the right fit.
I'd rather be playing my drums in a band that doesn't suck with nobody telling me what to hit and what not to hit.
I'd rather be in a classroom learning how to paint with just the color blue.
I'd rather be walking the streets from my old house to my old school listening to my old walkman thinking about my old crush.
I'd rather be riding my bike through the woods as long as it was a flat and easy trail and I had a granola bar in my back pocket.
I'd rather be showering under a waterfall that was fed by an indoor pool at a temperature of 79 degrees.
I'd rather be listening to something that makes me feel like I felt the first time I heard the Stone Roses.
I'd rather be not watching the clock.
I'd rather be in Stockholm on a boat, in the summertime.
I'd rather be tossing the frisbee anywhere that I could find someone to throw it back.
I'd rather be walking along the Great Wall of China and thinking to myself, "this shit takes forever!"
I'd rather be fed tea and oranges that come all the way from China.
I'd rather be watching a movie with my girl, in bed, with the covers pulled up to our necks.
I'd rather be building spaceships and trucks outta Legos with my little baby boy.
I'd rather be anywhere other than here, so I'm leaving now.

After Years of Numbness???

WHO: Isolation, the band, the myth, the legend(s)

WHAT: Music, music, music and er….doilies?

WHEN: Sometime this year! Absolutely! Definitely! For Sure! Maybe!

WHY: I'm not sure, but why not? Oh, wait! How bout this? Because we're bored? Yeah, that's it. Because we're bored.

WHERE: Oh you know…Calgary…Seattle…Las Vegas…Space…World Wide Web…on Plastic…on Tape…online…space…cyber-space…in your pocket…on your desk…in your ear…under one leg of your kitchen table…in the belly of a whale…in the mouth of your dog…on the side of the road, hitchiking…in your pants, touching you gently…in our minds…in your hands…on the tips of our sticks, fingers & picks…and last but not least, your iPod, CD player, or other newfangled (fandangled) music listening devices!

www.isolationmusic.com
Special thanks to Stone via Stool for the pretend quote!!!!! Cheers and Hip-Hip-Hooray!!! He's right, we are the Greatest Ever!!!!

Do ye ask yerselves, "who be this?"
Well, I answer, "only the greatest living band of the 20th AND 21st Centuries, that are not the Beatles, or whomever may be your favorite band. But it better danged-well be the Beatles! Followed closely by Isolation, of course"

Do ye ask, "what are thy about?"
Well then brothers and sisters, I answer, "Why, music, of course!"
Oh, and stealthing, as well a peeing from atop the Caesars Palace sign! Sorry bout the wig Ma'am!
But mostly music, I promise! Those kinda heights are bad on the constitution anymore my brethren.

Do ye now ask, "where have thee been?"
Well, I answer, "Here. Why? Where've you been?" but seriously, we've been on a temporary hiatus to pursue individual creativities, as well as those kinds of things that allow us to be paid. But we've been meaning to re-group, really, I swear! It's just that I had to go Skiing, then Joe was in Alaska fishing, and when he got back CJ was away on business, so you know, it's hard to find time really.

Well now, you must be asking, "why now or quite possibly, who cares?"
Well, I answer, "there's a new technology out there called the internet. Have you heard of this? Anyway, it allows us the flexibility to be far, far, far away from each other, yet make wonderful music, noise, jokes (yes, these are 3 different things)!" How's that? Oh yeah, who cares? Well, we do that's for sure. And our Mommies. And hopefully you! Otherwise why would you have read this far???? Huh???? I'm asking you a question!!!! ANSWER ME!!!!!!! Just kinding, I'm not angry…anymore...

Do ye lastly ask, "where?"
Well, I answer, "didn't you read the top part? Jeez, why do I bother…." However, I will add that we will absolutely play a show or 3 in Las Vegas in the near future! And by near, I mean 2007. What? You say that's not "near"? Well, we haven't played live together in over 13 years!!!!!! So I'd say one more year is not so far away. Besides, I'd rather play together after 14 years. 13 is just plain scary!

Enjoy yerselves in a way that you please until then, just keep it legal…in most states…

Your humbling narrator,
Tz