Chill for a Saturday... The Famous Unknowns.

More music from those guys across the pond that very few people have heard of.. somebody finally posted some studio music of theirs. Carlos Vamos & Lindsey Buckland.... The Famous Unknowns.. I would like to get a CD of theirs.

When The Earth Moves.

I been through a few since I’ve been living in Nevada, but those were small tremors mostly. But I was in some pretty good shakers when I lived in California in the 70’s. one- when we lived in Los Angeles. Even that one though was small. You just don’t want to be in the big city when an earthquake strikes. it’s a weird, scary feeling to go through one. The first really good jolt that I was in; we lived on a farm in rural California. We used to be able to burn our trash back then and I had the misfortune of being beside a burning barrel. I don’t really remember much about before the quake or immediately following, But I do remember feeling these strange vibrations coming from the ground. I remember almost expecting a huge piece of farm equipment to come rolling by, and just seconds later, it felt like the whole earth was rising up under my feet. I fell, and then there was like a rumbling sound and then there was a whole lot of shakin goin on. We all got the living shit scared out of us, but nobody suffered any serious injuries. The garage was partially collapsed on one corner.


Moms dishes got thrown all over the kitchen floor and a couple of the out buildings shook pretty good, but we lived. I don’t know how long its lasted but it couldn’t have been more than ten or maybe fifteen seconds. Earthquakes- scary shit, not so much the little ones but those big bastards can be very brutal. As I watched the news this morning, the pictures from out of Japan were heartbreaking to say the least.. It wasn’t simply bad enough for them to have a quake to deal with- but the tsunami that followed it was equally devastating. I can’t even begin to imagine what those people are going through. But what I find equally disturbing is I’m hearing that The American Red Cross is warning people who want to give money for aid to watch out for scams. People who are saying that they work for charitable organizations, They con you into giving them money. so you donate thinking that you are helping the people of Japan, and what? they keep the money? Really? it’s a sad world we live in. People preying on your compassion for the victims, your emotions, your humanity, for what? A get rich quick scheme? Fucking scumbags.

A most useful tool.

Out of all of the gadgets that I've purchased in the past few years, including cell phones, Ipod's, Mp3 players of every sort imaginable- I even found an battery operated toe nail clipper in a little shop down on Curry street awhile back. (Relax- I said found, not bought.) But out of all of the gadgets I've purchased probably the most useful would be my oval slow cooker. you can just throw all of your ingredient's in the pot- (Depending on what your cooking) throw in some herbs and spices, turn that puppy down to low, and let the aroma torture you all day.. a little while ago I put in some Lemon, Pepper, and garlic chicken.. later I'll put a bag of boil in bag rice on the stove and voila! Bliss! it would figure that the first new post I've written in weeks on either echoes blog would have to be about food.

Come Dig My Earth..

The trail goes almost straight up the incline is rather severe, there are towering pine trees lining either side of the narrow path, and each step that you take towards the summit becomes more labored than the ones taken previously. The path bends and flattens out for about one hundred or so feet before you start climbing again, and once again you find yourself climbing straight up. You walk another fifty feet when a wild deer darts out in front of you, you can almost feel your heart stop as it curiously gives you a glance before it disappears into the woods. After the next fifty feet of the climb you can begin to feel your calves burning, tightening up, so around the next bend you decide to stop and rest awhile, sitting on a log you notice a small family of raccoon’s across the path busy with life, one of them spots you and they all disappear into the under brush.




It makes you forget about the pain in your legs momentarily, until you stand up to finish your hike up the trail. You get the picture, nature in all of its pristine beauty. That is until you get to the summit, where the lake is. The shore line is littered with candy wrappers and beer cans and empty fish bait containers. And the farther you go around the shoreline the more you see evidence that people have been there. Getting back down the trail is a lot easier than getting up it. You get back to your car and drive back to the city to where you live. And the closer you get to other humans the more the scenery changes.


Less earth, more asphalt. Less trees, more buildings, less silence, more cars, less animals more people. The closer you get to where we are, we being humans, anyone with half a brain could see how fucked up we’re becoming more and more as time passes. We build walls as sound barriers just so they can become littered with graffiti. We build more houses to accommodate our insatiable appetite for breeding more and more children, and our disease spreads across the planet scorching the landscape with more and more track houses, condo’s and high rises all for the sake of getting a better view, leaving behind us what we built yesterday to fall into decay and creating even more urban waste.




We can build almost anything that the human imagination can inspire, but we suck at taking care of it. The evidence is as plain as the nose on your face. Take a good long look. Its in the air we breath, its in the water we bathe in and drink. There are many species on this planet that are being pushed to the very brink of extinction, and what is even more sad than that is there are some people in this world who still refuse to believe that the things that people are doing to the earth have absolutely nothing to do with any of it. Yeah I know, it probably sounds a bit preachy but hey- it makes sense to me.


Anthony Timmons 2011

Technology is melting my brain.

When I was a kid- oh snap! This already sounds bad, the way we entertained ourselves was largely dependent on the type of weather we were having. If the weather complied and the sun was out and doing its job the sky was the limit. Fishing, hiking, bike riding, crawdad hunting, or perhaps a rousing game of army- or cowboys and Indians. Oh to be a child! But if it was raining, we were basically screwed. Soon after mum got wind of our antics she’d decided that cowboys and Indians, or playing army was making us way too violent so she would instruct us to find other ways to amuse ourselves. Well there was only so much entertainment that the technology of the time would afford a ten year old kid with the attention span of a rock. Listen to the transistor radio, or watch television that only had three channels that had decent reception.




Somehow, somewhere, I must have been not paying attention, or maybe its something else entirely that is the problem. See the older I get, the easier that it seems it is for shit to sneak up on me. The first time that I saw someone walking down the street yakking on the phone I was like; “Whoa! What in the heck is that?” I would always get that same look, like I had some sort of ugly growth protruding from my forehead.
“It’s a cellular phone man! I can’t talk now, I only have a half an hour of battery life!”
so basically there were these strange looking people walking around talking into these things that looked like bricks, that cost (In 1984) around $2500 to $3000 and in some cases even more. And I’ll never forget the advent of video games. It seemed like I was just getting used to playing Pong on the television, and the next thing I know people are raving about this thing called; “The NES” the Nintendo Entertainment System.




The first computer that I ever saw was something that someone told me was a Commodore 64, with 64 kilobytes of random access memory and standard with micro soft basic, it was top of the line. It wasn’t until somewhere around the time that the compact disc was being force fed to the masses, that I firmly slammed both feet on the brakes. Wait-a-minute! What happened to the cassette tape? Where are my LP’s? what ever happened to 8 track tapes? What? record players are for old folks? I drug my feet, for the longest time, slowly as all of my friends one at a time moved like zombies towards the warm glow of the computer screens, video games and the compact disc players. I resisted. I resisted that is until it became harder to find the most important thing in the world to me on the medium of my choosing, a lot of the music that I was listening to wasn’t available on cassette or LP’s. the bastards had me painted into a corner. If I wanted the tunes, it was time to pay the dealer, which meant I had to man up and buy a compact disc player.


From that point on, I held up rather well. I held out for the tried and true in every aspect of my life, like a desperate man Jockeying for position around the last life boat aboard the Titanic just before it kissed the ocean floor, I clung whole hog to the comfortable and the familiar. and then something quite unexpected happened, I started to watch a cable network called: “Tech TV.” I quickly became hooked on it, and in late 2004 I bought the computer that I still own. And in the short time span between then and now, I have watched many times in horror as technology continues to move and progress at astonishing speeds.What was state of the art yesterday has become a dinosaur practically overnight. It changes so fast- in fact, that all of the slick little techno gadgets that we buy today are practically obsolete by the time that we get the frackin box open. It makes one wonder what computer designers will come up with next. Voice activated computers? Thought activated computers? I swear the technology is changing so fast, any day now I expect to find myself standing on the sidewalk behind some nitwit that is bent over trying to receive a fax through his butt. Sometimes Technology makes me want to pull my hair out.




Anthony Timmons- 2011

File Not Found.

Sometimes I marvel at it..
Want to kiss it.
Want to hug it.
Say wonderful nurturing supportive things to it.
Sometimes I wonder how I ever got along without it.
I write with it.
Play with it.
Talk to it.
Watch it.
Listen to it.
Call it names.
Curse at it.
Demean it.
Belittle it.
And sometimes I want to
Kick it.
Punch it.
Throw it on the ground
And stomp on it.
Slander its reputation.
Whack it.
Smack it.
Throw it out the window.



Drop it off in the middle of the freeway.
Run over it.
Drag it up and down the street.
All because I know that
It laughs at me.
Plots against me.
Secretly prays for me to fail.
Ridicules me.
Mocks me.
Deletes my files.
Hides my photo’s.
Watches Porn while I’m at work.


Prays for my ruination
Undermines my self esteem.
Pokes fun at my spelling.
Calls me names.
Goes through my things whenever I’m
Not at home.
This beige little bastard spawn of Satan.
That I love so dearly and have become
So hopelessly addicted to.
Excuse me.
I’m gonna go shoot myself now.
or hit myself in the head with a tack hammer.
I haven't decided which yet.
I'll let you know.



Anthony B Timmons 2011

A Christmas Poem... by Anthony Timmons.

A loud crashing noise,
Awoke me from sleeping,
For upon my rooftop.
I heard footsteps a creeping.

A ball bat I grabbed,
And down the hallway I stumbled,
And in that dark empty hallway,
With the light switch I fumbled.

From the chimney’s belly,
I heard a low muffled yell,
And when the soot cloud billowed,
I knew the fat bastard fell.

So off I did go,
To call 9-1-1,
For being Christmas Eve,
This shit was no fun.

So the policemen all came,
And took him to jail,
But it was Christmas eve,
So he couldn’t post bail.

I hear he called the north pole,
With a tall tale to tell,
And he was sprung from the joint,
By a shit load of Elves.

And in a sleigh full of toys,
Into the dark night he fled,
And I heard the jingle bells ringing,
As I was returning to bed.

And when my house he flew by,
He dropped his pants like a loon,
T'was a cold Christmas eve,
With a full Santa Moon.

~Scratch.. A.B.T. Copyright© 2007.