Living in the burbs

So much material available from my neighborhood I don't know where to start. Amazing amount of paranoia that can certainly be exploited to embellish lyrics. A living breathing evolving song.

I'll never forget my dog when she was younger kept going under the fence to see the other dog next door which was being neglected by the neighbors. It was severely overweight and the kid it was purchased for wanted nothing to do with it after it became a dog. My puppy went over there so much the neighbor got the idea I was trying to bang his wife and her gray teeth. One day to profess his love in front of me mind you he kissed her. It was so awkward. I thought no wonder she wants me to bang her. The kiss was so primitive and without feeling save for the percussion of impact and friction upon the enamel. I waited for their lips to fatten up after such a display.

His idea to keep her satisfied was buy her a 12 pack of bud light, some whiskey, money for scratch tickets and a car. That's love where I come from.

Well one day there was yelling. I was like oh goodie domestic violence. The dog bit the female. Same thing happened again this time it bit the kid and the owner beat the thing. Then I noticed it was gone. He didn't have the balls to do it himself so he ordered his "bitch" to put the thing down.

I'm not so sure the kid got bit or wasn't at fault. You see his older brother got bit by their previous dog. I saw the whole thing. Crocodile tears. He didn't get bit at all he was looking for attention or sympathy  he would never get from his father who only cared about sports and beer. Years later he would bang his girl but 1st take the dog and tie him by the leash to the basketball pole in 3 degree weather. The dog howled.

But back to last fall the neighbor went away and his women all crying came to tell me all her problems about how she had to put the dog down. She was freshly bathed and had on some kind of lotion. Her idea was a fuck. She was drunk. I was high. Somewhere in her mind she invented a fantasy world that the songs I was singing were some how directed at her. I used to sing to the clouds. I often sang country tunes which deeply disturbed my neighbor. Lot of country songs are about real things. They're adult music well old country is. It's not for zit popping night as a sexually frustrated teen or I should say insecure teeth that only likes the hard stuff. Some of the hardest stuff i've ever heard is the things that are hardest to say.To quote the Flying Burrito Brother "we've all got wheels to take ourselves away, we've got telephones to say what we can't say".  Other neighbors it's the same thing. They only want to hear lies.

Being a very creative person with a bohemian beatnik spirit they should have observed some discretion with the crap they say. At least have the courtesy to wait until I'm out of hearing range. That would be about 1000 yards. Thought of a good idea for a song..."Don't blame me when your wife cheats on you". It's really going to sink in when i work out the details, syntax etc as they sit on their porch eating some kind of roadkill. They won't be able to take it and will turn on the radio and play the same crappy songs of course that will continue the conflict as the father will want some pimple popping metallica  and his son will agree and the wife will go along but deep down she'll never be touched. I bet she's never had an orgasm with him...the dog is a different story but he's gone.

I predict a shot gun or rifle is pointed at me soon enough.

'65 Vox Pathfinder, MJM London Fuzz, and Van Amps Sole Mate Jr. Demonstration

Having fun with a vintage '65 Vox Pathfinder. The signal path is as follows:
Me-Fender Wildwood Custom '52 Telecaster(love the smell of nitrocellulose in the morning), MJM London Fuzz pedal(love it, nasty) into a Van Amps Sole Mate Jr. Spring Reverb tank(wish it was heavier, think I'll glue on a heavy base because having heavy bass is good, it really drives the song).

I mostly had the tone all the way down on my Tele with the volume maxed, the Fuzz was fuzzed out and the level at 11 o'clock P.M. . The Sole Mate's Output and Dwell chicken heads were around 11 A.M. For the Pathfinder I had the volume on 3 but it only goes up to 6! lol Treble was on 5 but strangely enough the Bass was on 7! lol. The tube Trem or Vibrato or whatever you call it was off. It's a nice effect but I only wanted the sounds I chose. 

Keep one thing in mind I'm not a guitar hero I just like to have fun. So spare me the critiques about my less than perfect playing. People who don't like to have fun and abuse things probably listen to Kenny G! Ha! 

As for me i love how I was abusing this amp. Granted it was only my camera's little microphone. In person it was much thicker and and robust. All coming out of an 8 inch speaker!(not the original but a replacement Celestion from the 80's(I looked it up on Ancestry.com) "Clowns never laughed before bean stocks never grew...I banged Mrs Brady and Marsha too". 

Seriously fun amp for groovy psychedelic charged garage rock sounds. You won't get this sound out of a 7 inch single though you better cut your garage tracks on 12 inch vinyl. Seriously warm but you have to make it that way. That's the key to irritating the neighbors with less shrill. EL-84 tubes or tube in this case coming from a 7.5 watt amp have top end shrill. Fine if you're trying to start a group called the Beatles but not for obnoxious garage rock that make old ladies wet their depends. Funny though this amp was built for Vox in Californ'eye'aye by the Thomas Organ Company to cast in on Beatle mania. Little did they know but the Beatles were about to meet Bob Zimmerman(Think he shot Trayvon Martin not sure though or was it the Sheriff?)and lose all their chime. Soon after this was built(hand wired tube amp)they switched to crappy transistor amps. Trust me you're not going to wake up the dead with transistor amps...you're just going to attract mosquitoes. 

A very smelly amp but a very nice sounding one. Minus the Trem I think Dr. Z makes kind of a copy of one with a few extra things. Not sure but he does make a couple low watt EL-84 amps. This amp is probably more than likely not to be confused with re-issues made by Vox. They just don't have the musty stank this amp possesses.

I need some amusement funds

Oh I have a few ideas but need better ones. As I work toward my goal of colonizing Venus I find obstacles in my path. They're loud obnoxious creates. Do they not know i am a narcissist?  I feel as those I was chewing on sugar coated ice cubes with a toothache when i chance to hear them attempt to be witty.

It would seem with hardly trying I have dissected and nullified their very past and existence.  i've also opened the door for intense hypocrisy. I'm talking raging hypocrisy. To borrow a line from Vincent Price House on Haunted Hill, it's a pity when they started out to play their deadly game they didn't know i was playing too.   Or something like that.

I came up with some better ideas. So if there are any millionaires out there who like amusement just send cash. How much coin do I need?  Not much it was so painfully apparent I could get by with very little. However the more the merrier. It's like my own kickstarter/indiegogo project only thing is it has little to do with manufacturing a project but rather carrying out a part.

I could go into such great detail of how we arrive at hypocrisy but that would too spoil the fun.
I'm a fan of improvisational skill. I like the fresh moment of creation. When I perform I like to think of myself giving birth to an idea. Symbolic costuming is very important.

Who is the character?  He is an eclectic from the 60's. He was iconic and no he doesn't work at 711.

Many would not approve of my performance and call it childish but I have news for all we all return to the cradle. I just want to do things stylistically. I like the beatnik rhythm. I've always been a bohemian. So to me the performance is never wasted because it is what that is. I can't change that for now even though I carry on simultaneously on a different path. Liken it to a lark but a funny one in deed. It's part of the western mythology. It's utterly fantastic if i could tell of my supporting cast(as if they knew they were playing). It's nothing to be taken too seriously in the sense it's not a life long project. Rather it's a coming to grips with the past in order to move forward. It's also necessary to make damn sure those who pointed the finger see what they once were or claim to understand.

Ashes to ashes, flesh to clay, I am the Lizard King I could go for a glass of milk and a ring ding.

I cannot believe the lack of dedication

I have to believe someone is fucking with me. They do so at their own peril though. For there is a storm brewing in my heart. The worst thing a person can do to me is betray me. Once you've decided to forsake me I will seek out revenge and it won't be the kiddie type of physical revenge you're expecting.

Why I'd go so far to call it sabotage.

When it all boils down to it if you want something done right you have to do it yourself.

In my experience I would have been fired if I had acted so slow.

In my experience I wouldn't have too many sales if it weren't for the fact I was willing to strike deals in my sleep, drunk, sober, sick, dead, etc. i never made excuses I just worked on being available 24/7.

Could it be people don't understand that you've got to keep up with the major corporations?  If they're offering 1 day handling time you have to. It's sink or swim. Complacency has no place in sales.

I think I'm in the wrong business

Although I rarely got credit for the sales I created people sure did copy me over the years. It's really amazing how much advice I gave was taken and implemented as policy. Most of my ideas and concepts went through one person who has dropped off the face of the earth leaving me with someone who doesn't understand the little things. I'm right back where I started it would seem.

I can remember when I 1st started selling prostitutes to politicians I mean Halloween props on Ebay it was 'otay if it took 5 days for an order to be processed at one facility. To me this was outrageous. I didn't quite understand it. The only thing I could figure is orders were being held until a backlogged quantity was realized so they could negotiate a new rate. The other facility thought 48 hours was okay. To me it was totally unacceptable.  I strongly believed there was no excuse to dilly dally when I worked in factories where I had to process 200 items an hour!

Another problem I have is the lack of continuity and logic I continue to find. I need order in order to create a business plan. I need to be able to rely on shopping carts to set prices. I can't play email tag for days while customers wait.

My concept is pretty simple. Accurate pictures, descriptions, and prices. Fast processing and shipping. If you say you don't make money on shipping, prove it!  I know prices. I also know how to negotiate better ones. Don't sit there and act like things can't be done. The threat of taking your entire business to a competitor will make a shipper stand up and take notice. I spent 5 figures on shipping last year. Some people made a lot of profit on that. The least they could do is be transparent with me.

I don't like to keep customers waiting unnecessarily. I don't like to wait as a customer and neither does anyone else. I realize based on experience not speculation people often have plans in place for whatever they order. The last thing I want to do is interfere by delaying them.

I'm really pissed off right now. I can't get any help it would seem. I am better than this.

Some businesses and people get the shaft

A number of years ago the very rich automobile industry received bailouts because it was decided they were "too big to fail". Oh they were big alright and bloated with subsidized profits and full of shit.

Every once in a while without any scrutiny cnn will publish the story of someone hard on their luck and the next thing you know donations are rolling in and they have a couch to continue the same existence as before. I wonder if cnn will do a follow up how those people destroy the houses that are just granted to them?

Under obama he forgave all those people making minimum wage who thought they could afford a mortgage of $2500 a month plus utilities, food, clothing etc.

Here I sit struggling in the dead of spring to make a living off of Halloween. Sales are expectantly down but that doesn't mean there isn't work to do and tracks to lay and promotion to run. I should be ordering costumes, make up, and other accessories along with running ads on Facebook, Google, etc. I should be prop building as well.

Well I tried the indiegogo and got the cold shoulder. These sites are fine if you're giving away free mp3's that you can easily duplicate for free and send in an email but helping a small business compete with rich companies isn't as easy. Many of the industry leaders started out rich to begin with. They got in while the going was good. I don't have the luxury they had.

After being raped by the tax man I'm without working capital and my credit lines are squeezed. It's really not fair because I've worked really hard at this. I made the decision around 2006 to venture off in this direction and I have made a solid mark but I'm just one person. All the giant retailers do is copy me like all the other peons.

It would seem in this world if you're not cheating and stabbing people in the back you're destined to be poor. If you don't live off of subsidized income like a lot of people do otherwise known as taxes and you didn't inherit it chances are you are not doing very well right now unless you're selling heroin for the cia.

It would seem I've been way too nice to the competition. They're pissing right down my back by advertising on my ebay listings. This would include millionaire companies stealing my customers away from me. Imagine that ebay sells advertising space to my customers on my own listings I paid for!!!

I need to start some fucking trouble.

Imitation the sincerest form of flattery?

Every time I come up with a business idea I see people hopping on board. Sometimes I'm just a weathervane to alert people what to sell other times my complete ad. and sometimes pictures are stolen.

Now I've found a new one, my name. No not Billy Bogart but Halloween Skeletons is now being used as keyword spam in all meta descriptions. Basically they want my sales and could careless if my sales die along with me. That's my impression.

I also don't trust business associates of anyone who operate too close. I also don't like how these tactics reduce my profits to the point it's hardly worth the effort. The main problem is too much competition. Competition that gets into price wars and everyone loses.

I've said it a million times I'd rather be just working on music all day long. The problem with that is music sales are the result of hype and no one is getting worked up over me or investing millions to develop a brand. That's really what the music industry is. Now since they can no longer develop bands they fabricate the whole sale with crappy presentations like american idle. The very word band I think is short for brand. The other problem is people no longer feel obligated to purchase music. Even if they sign up for itunes which turns musicians into chinese laborers all they have to pay is a small monthly fee for unlimited dl's. I sometimes get paid pennies per download.

There is the idea of making a cd and selling physical products but that costs money and very few are willing to chip in as in kickstarter etc for non cookie cutter music. There is another website that funds projects maybe I should try that.

Here's my ad.

Wanted:  Musical sugarmama