Friday, October 13, 2017


From an earlier edition of my BLOG - Written on July 17th, 2008.  Funny how so few - and yet, how many things have changed since then...  



Saw a lightning bug and other Clark Kent Observations..



Interesting weekend, in many ways. Have I ever said how much as the years have gone by I love the fair? There’s something so.. .nostalgic and reminiscing about your local Wisconsin County Fair.. The cheese curds. The artery-hardening-greasy-lions-cheesburgers..to die for..  Gyros made from some mystery meat…served in tin foil and dripping sauce on your shirt..  Cheap beer in the beer tent… people you haven’t seen in years… Those Budweiser Mirrors… tilt a whirls.. Zippers…  Farris wheels.. on top of the world with your sweetheart. Kissing in the parking lot.

A few years back, I think I lamented about how I hated the fairs. Seemed like such a gyp…  but the last couple of years, I’ve learned to love them again. Just in the way of re-connecting with a past part of me. I don’t miss those days, but it was cool to re-visit just a little part. Of course it’s not the same..  first off, no sweetheart to go on the Farris wheel with and steal kisses…  but still got to spend some time in the beer (pavilion) not a tent… and listen to a great band.

(Of course, then she walks by… and the band starts playing… “WHEN WILL I BE LOVED?”  coincidence?) 

Anyway… I got what I wanted out of the experience. Saw people I knew from long ago. Had some cheap beers. Smelled the smells of the diesel engines that power the rides. Saw the show animals and the cool 4H stuff. Had the POWER GYRO… The crying kids and the teenagers all “meeting up”. It was nice.

Tonight when I was walking I saw a lightning bug. I think this is the first one I’ve seen in 2 years. I remember as a kid chasing them in a farmer’s field by our house in Wonewoc. Collected them in a little jar and my dad poked holes in the top “for them to breathe”.

I recently met a friend that (surprise surprise) actually likes Baraboo. We’ve had some great conversations.. and come to find out that she’s lived pretty much all over the U.S. and she said that she loves it here and does not ever want to move. I find that refreshing. Seems like some acquaintances I’ve known always want to move away… “If only I could move away from here…”

Brings up an interesting topic. Where ya hang your hat…   Though I am looking at kind of “hunkering down” over the nine or so months, to ride out what is turning out to be one tough recession. It’s just downright scary out there…  But, out of every bad storm comes a good thing…I believe. And maybe out of this one I’ll finally get me Dale on, and get past my very checkered past.

Does that include a move? Hmmm.. not sure. I really do (now) understand that willingness to start over again, fresh. New job. New town. But for someone that’s pretty much an introvert.. it could be very hard to start again. I would have to face my “social anxiety fears”, and not depend on the music/band part of my life to introduce me to new people. I am a little surprised that I have learned to come out of the shell a bit over the past year. I found…that…aside from drunks and sluts in bars… I enjoy having conversations with people. I like to hear their views (whether I agree with them or not), and their life histories.

And all this time, I thought I had the corner of the market for being…uhmmm… interesting.


Where you hang your hat is home? Maybe it’s where you hang your heart. I guess as the zen master once said…Hmmm.. We’ll see. 

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

A fatal case of assholism…  


You know, I had heard that we (once again) missed out on the end of the world.  “Futurist” and conspiracy theorist David Meade became another YouTube celebrity with his theory that on Saturday, September 23rd the mysterious planet Nibiru or maybe it was Cthulhu (My apologies, H.P. Lovecraft fans) was going to bang into the earth and destroy all.  Well, that didn’t happen. 

But at least it gave pause to people like me that wonder about the end of our world.  Eventually, of course, there will be an end of our world.  But, when we speak about THE BIG END, mostly we’re talking about the end of humanity, as opposed to the end of the earth. 
Chances are the earth will be here for a long time, save an apocalyptic collision with a planet-sized meteor, a cross-orbital encounter with Mars or Venus, or when the sun finally flashes out as it becomes a red-giant, sometime five billion years into the future. 

Nope, we’re talking about the absence of humanity from existence.  I believe this result will come much sooner than the destruction of our planet.  Of course, you’ve probably seen or at least heard of all the ways thee may parish….  War, disease, natural disaster, and all the rest….many in Technicolor apocalyptic science fiction movies.

However, I firmly believe we will all meet our untimely demise because of a fatal case of assholism.  Of all the isms in the world, this one appears to be the most virulent and dangerous.  Now, assholism certainly seems to be on the rise in many corners of the world. 

Of course, in order to look into the meaning of assholism, one must understand the asshole as a whole….. (Thank you, thank you very much).  It, of course all begins with the ass.  

Now, being a big butt man from way back, I can certainly appreciate the pleasantly rounded orbs of a woman’s behind.  Now, frankly, I’ve tried studying the sexual significance of the butt… why men seem to find it attractive.  Most people do not like to discuss it, even to the point of me slapped hard across the face. 

Many women also seem to enjoy a good-looking butt on a man.  I’m not sure what qualifies as good looking.  “Round, tight and muscular,” are descriptions I have heard.  Of course, I don’t know why anyone would need muscles in their butt… sitting is done with or without a well-toned behind… and obviously one does not lift weights with their butt.

Honestly, the only reasons one has a butt is that your ability to bend, walk and sit all require a large hinged part of your skeleton to be on the lower section of your body.  (Having a butt on your shoulders would be cumbersome at best…)  The other, major reason you have a butt is that other reason….

Therefore, we get to the hole of the ass, the ass hole.

Now, the anus or -for our purposes of this exposition- ass hole is not just a hole, it is a sphincter muscle, which is really a good thing.  If you didn’t have a sphincter, it would be impossible to ever wear pants… every time you would have to void wastes, you’d just have to stop, drop and plop.  Not a pleasant aspect, for sure.  The sphincter muscle holds the waste (That’s poop) until it is full enough and with help from you, it leaves your body. 

Since having colon cancer years ago, I have great respect for the amazing abilities of the human body.  You put in food (Energy) in the top… and through gravity and coordinated muscle movements this food is used to supply your body with nutrients and energy as it moves from the upper GI to the lower GI tracts.  All this, thanks to a body system that is, for the most part, self-regulated. 

Now, the anus has been known for other things too…  some have used it as a storage area to smuggle drugs or other contraband items into or out of places.  Others claim it has sexual properties which we will not go into here (badda bing! Oh, I’ve got a million of ‘em!). 

Personally, I don’t quite understand much of that sort of thing.  Again, after having stage 3-colon cancer, I have had Doctors, Nurses, cameras, probes, and surgical tools up there… and I found it not pleasurable in any sort of way.  I guess different strokes for….. ah, whatever… 

Suffice it to say an asshole is a good and necessary thing to have as a matter of biology. 

However having an asshole and being an asshole is a huge difference. 

Unfortunately, being an asshole (or the more polite term, ass hat… that, by the way is not a thing) is not a good thing.  Those type of assholes seem to be everywhere.  Almost from the moment you get up in the morning, there seems to be assholes hanging around. 

There is that special asshole that manages to sit on your bumper on the highway on your way to work.  Extra special points awarded to that asshole that passes you on the two-lane road and then a half a mile up the road stops to turn left in front of you.  One only hopes for an especially warm spot in hell for them.  Not to mention those whom pass in no passing zones going up a hill, as I have oft experienced on lovely highway A in Sauk County.  (After all, A is for AUTOBAHN). 

Now, being an asshole can be contagious.  This is how road rage happens.  One asshole cuts off another, and this anger management patient becomes an asshole by thinking they can play fast and Furious on the highway.  Death on the highway because people can’t stop being assholes.  

Then, of course we have the assholes whom we all know are assholes… Nazi’s, the KKK and ISIS for example.  Truly assholes.  They want to KILL people because they don’t like them.  ISIS are a bunch of ****** that are so chicken they can’t face their enemies one to one, so they have to blow innocent people up to make their point. 

Of course, Donald Trump doesn’t seem to mind Nazi’s too much (or the or KKK or Russians for that matter),  so that brings me to the next bunch:

Assholes as leaders of countries and nations:  These stretch as far back as history.  Nero was one…  Caligula, another.  Hitler, of course is a favorite, but not many people remember Mussolini during the same time, also a rather righteous a-hole. 
Yet, the list of modern heads of state could equal these in their determination to undermine humankind with their atrocities.  (looking at you, Russia…) 

Since I like to think the elected head of a country should reflect the residents within, it goes to follow then the Donald Trump is probably an asshole…. Now, I’m not saying that I know for a fact that the President of our country is, indeed, an asshole.  Yet, it certainly seems like many of the things he has done and said are asshole-like.  Sort of like the obnoxious uncle that comes to your wedding, gets snookered on brandy and then does the most obnoxious things and ends up ruining the party.  You just wish Uncle Donald would just quietly pass out in a corner somewhere and sleep it off.  Shut up, Donny… you’re an ASSHOLE! 

It seems like there are so many Americans that fit that description, and are damn proud of it too… which makes them ignorant assholes.  It's like they have head lice and proud of that fact. Yeah, us! 

Assholes are truly everywhere…  The one non-asshole thing they do is not discriminate.  They stretch across all geo-political and economic lines.  Many of the rich think the greater amount is poor and the poor think the rich hold the patent on assholism.  It’s not a race, folks.  Plenty of asshole-pie to go around. 

There are many female assholes that are on parity with men assholes (finally, equality!).  Nevertheless, I would be willing to bet my ass-hat there are probably more men than women, which fit the description.  It certainly seems that way, doesn’t it?

There are assholes of all ages, types, color, religion, and ethnic backgrounds.  From the asshole that takes up two parking spaces at the store, to the one that sends you spam emails.

Full disclosure:  There have been times in my life, if I’m to be completely honest here, when I…. yes, even me, have been an asshole too.  However, these days I try my best not to be, as I am very cognizant of such behavior, and sometimes I fail… but, I do try very hard every day to be just an okay, regular guy. 

I’ve recently noted that folks that do good work things….like… oh, work on your computers for a living say…. Should not be treated badly … because… well, they fix YOUR stuff.  In other words, the tech guy at your workplace can certainly out-asshole you by getting around to fix the computer you broke sometime around…….hmmm….. Christmas, or the apocalypse whichever comes first.  Jus’ sayin’.   (which is, by the way… a very asshole-ish saying). 

So, now I’m closing this missive by apologizing for all the assholes.   I’m sorry that I use this terribly crude term, but in today’s world, it seems to be the only thing the people hear; almost like we have assholes instead of ear-holes.   

Finally, I would like to believe that when Moses went to the mountain to receive God’s law, HE could have saved himself a bunch of work –at least one tablet - if he cut it down to just a few commandments:

Love each other. Period. No exceptions. 
Treat each other the way you would like to be treated.
Always look out for, and take care of each other.
Keep me in your heart, always.... for I am always with you. 
DON'T BE AN ASSHOLE. 
  

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Yeah, you know me...  Saint Dale.  Patron Saint of Loser Musicians...  

Tuesday, June 20, 2017



Fifty-Eight


This is the “Speech” I had written for the show last Saturday night.   Though I only used a small portion of it during an intro for the song “Time won’t let me,” the entire text is within.  I hope you enjoy or at least consider it…  in its totality. 

(Saturday, June 17 2017)   I woke up this morning and realized that this would be the very last day I would ever be 57 years old.  Tomorrow morning, approximately 4:44 am would be 58 years a human on this earth.  You could certainly say that today I’m on the edge of 58. 

Now, I’m sure you’ve heard of the song “the edge of 17,” by Stevie Nicks.  Well, the gulf between the edge of 17 and 58 is a rather large one.  So many things have changed from then until now.  So many technology advances… think about it. 

There was no internet, no cell phones, no “Amber alerts,” no Amazon… not even Super Walmart’s.  No cable television…  no Netflix, no global warming, not even unleaded gas.  There was only a few fast food places…   In Reedsburg, there was “Dairy King” and “A&W”…  The Reedsburg CafĂ© and very greasy beer battered fish and chocolate shakes at the Reedsburg Bowling Lanes. 

The thing is, when I was on the edge of 17, I was playing in LaValle, Wisconsin in a rock n’ roll band with a guitar in my hand.  Now, on the edge of 58, I’m playing in LaValle, Wisconsin in a rock n’ roll band with a guitar in my hand.  This leads me to only one conclusion…

I am a time-traveler from another era….   

This I am certain of.  This is the only logical explanation…. 

It’s hard for me to believe that time as slipped away so quickly.  I’ve heard it goes like this, but I always sort of didn’t believe it.  The days zoom by… weeks, months and then years.  Before you know it, you’re considering where to put your “plot” and companies are gleefully sending you “life insurance policies” to make sure your loved ones are not burdened by your funeral expenses… 

Excuse me?  Fuck you! 

I’m not done living yet.  I still have my dreams, thank you very much!
I’m still hoping that maybe.. just maybe… someone might take notice of the guy from Wisconsin that wrote that very heartfelt novel… or maybe spun that thought-provoking song.  I have so many great ideas still dancing in my head… 

Even more than that, I’m hoping someone will find the will to love such a lost soul as myself… and maybe spend some of the time we might still have together.  I’m sure so ready for that. 

58.  Not a curse, but perhaps a hasten…    


Saturday, May 6, 2017

Subject:  My face\My head     

I believe I have all the accouterments necessary to have a somewhat normal face.  I have two eyes, ears, a nose, chin, forehead, and cheeks. 

There are some mornings, I look at my face in the mirror (usually while shaving) and think… wow, what a handsome devil there, wonders you find yourself single, I should have gone into movies, perhaps as the brother of Hans Solo in the Star Wars movies.  Then other days:  Who in the hell replaced Hans Solo with Jabba the Hut in my mirror?

No, seriously!  What alien has switched my face with that thing worryingly looking back at me? 

Likewise, my head.  When describing my head, I find it does not fit into any simple category, such as that on web pages when looking for a pair of sunglasses, for example.  Triangular? Oblong? Round?  Nope.  Nope.  When trying to describe the shape of my head structure, only one word comes to mind: Peanut.  Yes, peanut.  A larger, rounded crown, a longer middle section, pinched in the middle, and a rounded cheek area.
 
Jowls.  Lord, save my soul.  I have jowls.  Oh, not like John McCain-sorts of jowls, but enough for me to fear my eldest years not to be my prettiest ones. You know that big fish that’s in the movie Star Wars I (The Phantom Menace: Boss Nass)?  Yeah, like that…

At the top of the peanut a mop-pet of hair that seems to flow from a large hole in the top of my head.  No, really.  Remember the grow-hair Barbie’s they had back in 70’s? 

I use that line in the litany of flirtations I often use with the cute ladies that shear my locks at Fantastic Sam’s, my go-to barber of choice. 

It’s possible I took my shameless - but harmless - flirtations too far one day.  A few years ago, I had my hair shampooed by a rather… shall we say… well-endowed young woman.  As she washed my hair in the basin, my face turned towards the ceiling, she managed to rest one of her boobs literally on my chin.  I mean, if I opened my mouth… I would have had a mouthful.  There is no way she did not know she was doing this. 

(Dear Penthouse Forum:  I’ve never written into a magazine before….  )

The odd thing was I was not aroused by this at all.  Quite the opposite, as I look back it was more frightening than anything.  Perhaps just a little of what you ladies surely must endure with some of those more aggressive members of my gender. 

(Dear Penthouse Forum:  Errrrr..  never mind) 

Where was I?  Oh, yeah.. 

Actually, I shouldn’t be complaining about my hair.  I’ve been sorely reminded that many men my age don’t even have hair, let alone a complete forest of such.  I guess it’s true… the hair is always thicker on the other side of the skull…  er, something like that.

Dale Fun Fact:  My parents once told me that when I was born, my skull had not completely grown correctly.  There’s even a scientific term for it: Craniosynostosis. 

I cannot be completely accurate, but I believe the version I had was: 
Brachycephaly - usually refers to bicoronal synostosis (both coronal sutures involved) and causes the forehead region to be wide and high. The eyes may appear wide apart.*

My parents were understandably upset and took me to see famed Pediatric surgeons in Madison:  ZaSu and Pitts (Or that’s what my dad called them… he was making a funny regarding a silent film star ZaSu Pitts).  They righted my skull correctly and I grew up… fairly normal. 

Thank Goodness!  Otherwise, I might have grown up to be a Republican!  (Yeah, I still got it… ) Sorry, sorry, sorry...  

In any case, the whole head assembly (Brainpan, ears, nose, eyes, jowly cheeks, lips, mouth, unkempt hair, chin)  is attached to the rather thick neck (which will never be red, as long as I have rock music to listen to) and swivels to and fro… depending on what it is that I’m watching at the present time.  This is what God gave me, and I’m at times both enamored and repulsed by the final results. 

I’ve heard the expression:  By the time you’re fifty, you finally get the face you deserve.  I like this maxim very much.  It supposes that we are continually changing and (hopefully) improving as we age.  It has a certain ring of truth to it.

I like my version better, though:  As we learn wisdom, our face catches up to the rest… 

It may not be the face of an angel… but, the scars upon it were well-earned. 


*Source:  PPSA - Pediatric Plastic Surgery & Craniofacial Associates a division of Atlanta Plastic Surgery - dot com 

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Countryin' Me to Death  (written by D.Glaudell) 


So, who’s the little girl by the CD machine,
With the raven hair, and the tight blue jeans?
I think I fell in love with her on first sight
I think I could love her with all my might
But, then all my love just faded away,
When I heard the kinda music that she had to play…

(uh huh)

I went into a bar to get my band some work
I ended up talking to a red-neck jerk
He said “if you wanna make in our town,
You gotta play the country and keep it down”
I told him that’s just not our way…
Cuz it’s Stevie….  NOT Billy Ray. 

Ever since I was a tiny tot
I love the music when it really rocks
Led Zep, The Beatles and BOC
Even “the king” is rock to me…
So, if you wanna take me home,
Don’t hold your breath,  cuz baby….
You been a-countryin’ me to death

Well, all the women swoon for them country hunks,
But I don’t think they nuthin’ but punks
When the play all our old rock and roll songs…
They put the fiddle in the middle and
It all sounds wrong
I told him that’s just not our way
Cuz rock n’ roll…. It’s here to stay!

Ever since I was a tiny tot
I love the music when it really rocks
Led Zep, The Beatles and BOC
And BB King is rock to me…
So, if you wanna take me home,
Don’t hold your breath,  cuz baby….
You been a-countryin’ me to death

(Fiddle solo)

So, you can have your sad, sappy songs
About the whisky and the dog, and the one that done ya wrong
You gotta stop singin’ outta your nose…
You ain’t no cowboy, why you wear those clothes?
Play a little music that’s got rhythm and soul…
Just cut the…   
Ever since I was a tiny tot
I love the music when it really rocks
Led Zep, The Beatles and BOC
Even the Jackson 5 is rock to me…
So, if you wanna take me home,
Don’t hold your breath,  cuz baby….

You been a-countryin’ me to death

Friday, April 7, 2017

One Man's Minutiae is another Man's Manure...