Inspired by Gram

R. eally A.lready
By
I.M. Not Jimbo

Sometimes I look at my hands, fingers jutting from knuckle like branches from a corkscrew willow. As they bend like a rusty hinge that never saw the glory of 3 in 1.

I can’t help but think of Gram. Her hands and fingers so twisted and swollen that just the sight of them conjured a brilliant phantom of pain in my own green hands. Yet after nearly ninety decades she would still get down on her knees and yank those persistent weeds from the garden, an enemy that she could see a fight that she still could fight.

Her sore exhausted hips sounding off as firecrackers as she struggled to the ground. by then she was ripping out prized irises and other beautiful plants convinced they were weeds but nonetheless she still fought through the pain to do what she was driven to. I’ve been facing this, on and off for nearly thirty years. Only as this level has been reached can I begin to grasp the amount of pain that poor amazing woman must have felt. A feeling akin to someone drilling directly into my knees with the dullest of drill bits. Waking to realize that some bitter hobgoblin had individually pressed each digit to anvil and struck down with hammer as I fitfully slept. The click finally came, that aha moment.

My inspiration to fight is strengthened by several but none more so than that 5 feet of fight that could conquer nearly anything.

Clutch The Best Band You’ll Ever Hear

“My subtle hustle smooth as mother’s butter” seriously though if I’m going to talk about me I have got to talk about Clutch. If you do not know the band Clutch, perhaps you do not know greatness. They won me over with Marcus and have never let me down since.

I could go into this that or some other bullshit about why I love their music, but truthfully all you need to do is listen to a few of their albums and you should see what I mean.

Clutch does not get the radio play or promotion that they deserve. This may be one of the reasons they have stayed on point all these years, but I doubt it.

Truthfully listen to any Clutch song and then listen to any random spew being broadcast as “music” on the radio. You’ll soon realize that most of those douchebags aren’t even talented enough to carry Neil Fallon’s mike stand. The dude is a genius both lyrically and vocally.

So you leap from the dung heap
Squirm like the Earthworm
In that mud called love

Come on how can you not love that. Earthworm by the way is one of my all time favorites for sure.

Instrumentally, just listen you’ll hear what I’m talking about there too.

Right now Blast Tyrant has worked its way back to the top of my playlist. I have to say I think it is my favorite album as a whole. I honestly could throw anyone of them in my disc player and just hit repeat though. Their sound has changed and evolved without a doubt yet it has still not degraded in anyway.

If you have not experienced them live you need to. They’ll be doing a very small US tour in the next couple of weeks. I think it’s something like 8 or 9 shows. I can’t go for reasons I won’t get into, if you’re smart you will.

I’ve actually thought about following them on one of their European tours one of these days. Like them goofy bastards used to do with the Dead. Who the fuck am I kidding that will never happen.

You can check out their tour dates at their site here. They are even keeping them cheap for broke asses like myself.