Won't you take just a moment to sift through these maladjusted transitions that serve to validate a relative identity through music?
This has been my life...
PARAGON (1991) http://www.soundclick.com/paragontexas
GOLGOTHA/ CREEP (1992) ***SoundClick page coming soon***
CHEESY DRIP (1993) http://www.soundclick.com/cheesydrip
BZ (1994) http://www.myspace.com/bz1994magnoliatexas http://youtu.be/Ud2LH1jZFFI
ratbastard (1995-1998) http://www.soundclick.com/ratbastard http://www.reverbnation.com/ratbastard
RJ2K (1999) http://www.soundclick.com/rj2kreverendjim2000 http://www.reverbnation.com/rxjx2xkxreverendjim2000
FRIENDLYS (2002-2005) http://www.reverbnation.com/friendlysmagnoliatexas ***SoundClick page coming soon!***
PROTARD (2007-2010) http://www.reverbnation.com/protard ***SoundClick page coming soon!***
REV. DR. DUBB DIABLO (2010-present) ***Soundclick page coming soon!***
Wes Dodson @ ReverbNation: http://www.reverbnation.com/wesleymdodsonjr
Wes Dodson @ SoundClick: http://www.soundclick.com/members/default.cfm?member=Wes+Dodson
RIVETHEAD MAGAZINE/ Rivethead Radio/ Podcast/ from Wes: http://kitsworld.rivetheadmagazine.com/
(podcast-WES #1/ PODCAST #4, PODCAST V, Witching Hour - Rivethead Radio Venom Special, Rivethead Radio - VII, & Rivethead Radio Podcast IX)
In this day and age of legalities and the assumed moral principals that surround file sharing, I have to wonder: Where the fuck were RIAA attorneys… where was Lars when Sony was mass manufacturing those big ass boom boxes in the early 80’s that would eventually morph into dual cassette machines? You know what dual tape decks do? They SHARE audio!!! In fact, Sony has (and I use their name purely as a precursor to the topic) manufactured blank cassettes for more than two decades, and to my knowledge they still do! They continue feeding these infringement sucklings with their file sharing gateway drugs! THERE ARE NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT WARNING LABELS ON BLANK CASSETTES SOLD ANYWHERE ON EARTH! Home stereo components would, by design, evolve into copyright infringing appliances, effectivly marketed to a generation of audiophile grabasses, permitting them to transfer audio data from 8 track tapes and vinyl albums to a new fangled 2 track cassette tape medium. Not even FCC regulated airwaves are safe from someone pressing record when their favorite song was being played over the airwaves. By extension, the FCC and icensed radio broadcasters are equally guilty of a serious range of file sharing infractions as well... are they not? In addition to the tape to tape feature which would soon boast of new technology that permitted one to share a file even faster... the engineers of electronic manufacturing and developement entities called it hi-speed dubbing! I bring this up, because I have yet to hear this legitimate footnote in file sharing testimonies… and being there at the dawn of all of this, I gotta say... it appears that industry moguls have long double dipped in the matter. Instead of filing bullshit lawsuits against 500,000 IP adresses in an already overburdoned Federal Court docket, how’s about record companies justify the measily pennies on a dollar that they pay an artist from the legitimate sale of an album through his or her label contract? 99% in this context represents a marketplace of artists and their creative works; the 1% represent labels and affiliated interests (hereby known as: 'The Bank') that have been cleverly structured over the years to outright fuck the enjoyment out of the beauty of making music! How’s about your parent companies pay back royalties and damages for the injustices of blank cassette tape marketing?
GO SUE YOURSELF! Further spiritual instruction to follow... Lastly, I bought Back In Black on vinyl when it was released in 1980. I would own it again five years later, as part of completing a binding obligation to a 1 Cent record and tape mail order club (administered by Col*mb*a Records). I would buy the cassette twice before the end of that decade, and I have since bought it twice on compact disc. [Wes appears before the Supreme (Meat Lovers Pizza) Court, in the case of Wes vs. Back In Black:] Bailiff ALL RISE!!! “... so, ladies and gentlemen of the jury; distinguished noblemen… fine, hot ass honeys, I ask you: ... at what point do I rightfully own this motherfu*ker? How many times must I purchase (license) this collection of sound recordings before I am free to copy, backup, restore, share, and/ or preserve, or use as a coaster for a frosty adult beverage? The courtroom is taken aback, chattering amongst themselves… “Order! I said ORDER in this god damned Court! The jury is hereby instructed to ignore Mr. Dodson’s previous outburst, and Mr. Dodson, I again remind you… one more outburst like that and I’ll cast your ass down there with the sodomites...” “I wish I was black…” (Judge looks over his glasses) “Excuse me, Mr. Dodson?” “I said, FUCK this court! This COURT is out of order! NO FURTHER QUESTIONS!”
The elementary school children assembled for a special observance of Labor Day in the auditorium.
A tapestry stretched across the back wall of the stage announced the title of the presentation as:
***ALL ABOUT THE PRESIDENT***
The guest speaker, none less than the President of the United States of America, stood behind the podium and commenced with a one man, hand-in-sock puppet show, detailing a ridiculous perspective of his executive duties.
The performance included a number of poorly pronounced voice interpretations in childish falsetto, that on several occasions included the word 'motherfu*kers'.
It was clearly time for me to wake up from this one...
... and in my dream, I envisioned a world beyond the mundane crunchy and creamy varieties on Wal-Mart shelves. Even the rarely affordable jar of Bama Swirl was little more than atypical.
Yes dear friends... a pair of frothing white horses pulled my golden charriot down a divine road lined of emeralds, rubys, and all things sparkley; where along the way visions of future events revealed unto me gripped my very soul...
I would witness a glorious place, where the Lord would annoint me with a crunchy/ creamy swirl variety! Yes! Then, I would take to explore a Holy, Half-n-Half sample (half crunchy/ half creamy).
Oh, dear friends... I would fall weak unto my lustful sins with a jar of Custom Shoppe Creamy Suprise! Yes! As I approached the bottom of the jar, behold! My spoon would bring to surface whole roasted, salted peanuts from Enron Field!
(alarm clock goes off)
Yours in Damnation,
Rev. Dr. Dub Diablo The SubGenius Bait Shoppe Hockley, Texas 26 Nov 2011
I woke up this morning divising the three digits of my alarm clock by 1/4's. WTF???