Category Archives: WHAT THE FUCKS

For What It’s Worth…

This blog post is pertinent to some minute “hate” going on in a certain Facebook group.

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Rebel Rousing: Call-Out


Now, for some people, comprehending what goes on with a blogger, is pretty much not there… which is fine, because ‘Blogging Ain’t Easy.’ But, it shouldn’t be too hard to understand, either. Although we all have pocket computers and wireless internet access, it doesn’t mean we don’t have things to do in the real world… Instagram takes up my time!

As noted quite a few times on here, I’ve been busy. If the lack of posts wasn’t a sure sign of it, my post stating the situation should’ve been a decent indication of what’s going on. But while I don’t have the time to update this blog as often as I used to, I tend to update folks via Facebook or Twitter, and still micro/photoblog via Instagram and Tumblr, which still allows me to reply to folks inquiries about pomade, rockabilly, and what not. Plus, there’s my email… which (as stated on Twitter and Facebook) lags; for whatever reason, I’ll get a flood of a weeks worth of emails in a single day. Now, add Tumblr “asks,” this blog’s comments, Twitter inquiries, Facebook messages, YouTube comments and messages, and general emails… You can only imagine how many replies I’ll be replying to!

While I do have an app. for my phone, which allows me to make posts and reply to messages, I’m very much “old school” when it comes to it, and I’d much rather sit down behind the computer to do it. For one, I can see exactly what I’ve typed 10 lines up, so I make sure that I don’t somehow end up repeating myself… Which I’ve done, sorry. Two, I prefer to give people long, detailed replies, so it’s more of a conversation, than a reply. And as some of you whom have emailed me know, my emails can get longreally long… Three, when I’m on a roll, I’m on a roll and can knock out the all of the comments on here, YouTube, “asks” on Tumblr, Facebook messages, and emails, in a couple of hours. Yes, couple of hours…

But, today I happened to take a look at the app. for my blog, because I noticed I haven’t gotten any emails in a while, and this is what I saw:

I didn’t set the comment section to be approved by the admin (myself) or automatically approved, for some reason, it goes both ways; some will be automatically approved and some will be pending.

Right after, I finally got that “ding” from my emails, so, I went to check on those. Flooded with YouTube comments, Tumblr “asks,” Facebook messages, general emails, and last but not least, this here blogs comments, I knew I had to make some time to get behind the computer this week. Until I saw this:

Ah… One of those…

Like I’ve said, understanding what goes on with a blog isn’t everyone’s strong point… And as I was about to give the cat some leeway, I noticed this…

Notice the time stamp with the comments.

I know people expect to be waited hand and foot on them, especially with technology nowadays, but really? Let alone, expecting to be waited on hand and foot on a Sunday? A Sunday MORNING? Let me just say, WOW…

I’ve met several cats and gals from this here blog. While I’ve only had the chance to have a drink with a handful of em, every single person I’ve met because of this blog have been awesome, and I’m definitely glad to have met you all! So, when someone apparently decides to call out my “character,” as seen in this quote:

“Evidently you’re no gent, nor will you ever.”

Well, I guess that’s something I’ll have to let the many people whom conversed with me outside of this blog will have to decide, as I don’t think your patience or lackthereof is in the proper position to judge ones character. It seems that all you wanted was a reply, and you got one. You got a post dedicated just to you!

But, since I’m replying, let’s make some points, shall we?

– The “Jelly-Roll” is quite different than the Conk. A black person cannot get the same effect as the Jelly-Roll as a white person could, and vice-versa. Different ethnicities = different hairstyles = different names.
– The “Detroit” is the same as a “Flattop with Fenders,” as is “Chicago Boxcar” is the same as a “Mac Curtis.” Hairstyle names vary from region to region, there’s no right or wrong. Same as “Cola,” “Soda,” or “Pop,” or the various combinations amongst the three.
– I get where you’re going with the greaser/Hells Angels thing, but I’m not even gonna bother…

Call it what you want, but names vary from era to era, region to region, story to story, family to family, and so on. We’re not limited to one or the other, just what you prefer or were raised with. If you were raised with calling a flattop a “flattop boogie,” then you’ll call it a ‘flattop boogie,’ while a cat up north will call it a ‘flattop.’ Who’s right and who’s wrong?

In the end, it’s all fun and games. You can be as offended as you want to be, seeing as me not doing anything has already done so. But, I like to add salt to the wound.

Well folks, I hope you enjoyed this post. I know I got a kick out of it.

I’ll be responding to the comments on my various outlets later this week, so if you haven’t gotten your reply yet, you will soon!

Until the next time folks.

Stay Greasy, Pomp Hard, and Blog Hard!

Rockabilly Fitness!

If you’re on my Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, or Tumblr, you’ll know that fitness is a major focus of mine. Some sort of level of fitness, in my honest opinion, is necesssary. Not just for the sake of getting yoked out like a mother fucker, but for general well being; As one of my favorite sayings goes, “A body in motion, stays in motion.”

Of course, trips down the “fitness aisle” is a random must. Don’t lie, you’ve picked up a Shake Weight before! Well, during my most recent trips down the fitness aisle, a new product on the shelf stuck out to me. Not because it was a revolutionary product, that was gonna give me 20 inch guns, but because of the name and tag line…

I present to you, the Rhythm Rocker!

Rock it. Roll it. Crunch it.

Now, what makes this product better than say… putting a Bosu Ball on your seat? Or even just sitting on a stability ball? I guess you don’t have to worry about someone popping it, or rolling backwards and cracking your skull open.  That’s always a plus, right?

Had it not been for the tagline, I would’ve brushed off the name. But I mean, how can you? It’s the Rhythm Rocker!

Well… at least not the real Rhythm Rockers.

The Rhythm Rockers – Real Cool

Contact Info Update

Hey folks,

I got word that some of the links in the contact info weren’t working, so I relinked them. So check out the contact info page, if you haven’t already!

On top of all of that, I’m (for whatever reason) locked out of my Facebook account. So if you’ve been trying to get in conctact with me through there, and haven’t heard a word from me, now you know why! I appologize, I have no idea what happened. I verified everything and I still can’t log in. So if you need to get ahold of me, just shoot me an email at, message me through Tumblr (female nudes accepted,) or tweet at me, and I’ll get back to you!

Thanks all.

It’s So Bad, It’s Glorious.

Ever so rarely does a gem like this come to my attention. But this diamond-in-the-rough needs to be shared with everyone. And hey, since it’s about rockabilly, why not?! Well… I think it’s about rockabilly…

Stop the music, turn off the lights, shut the blinds, lock yourself in a closet and sit tight. Trust me folks, this is a read that you don’t want to pass up!

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Recap: San Mateo Festival

Personally, I prefer to stay away from any San Mateo event. Too often you’re surrounded by hoards of teeny-boppers, too many familiar faces, and something we like to call disorganization. Add em all together, and you get a big fuckin’ mess. Or as they like to name it, The San Mateo Festival!

Yes, I skipped this weeks Haight Street Hop. No disrespect to Hawk or Tanoa, but I had to show some love for my area, right? Yeah… About that…

Now… This event was a hodgepodge of everything. Not sure what they wanted to do exactly, but they did something. With no actual direction with what this event was about, we went in with our guards up. I mean, if you tried to understand what was supposed to go on at this event, you’d prepare yourself for disappointment.

It was supposed to be a vintage car show/food truck event/street wear clothing faire/rockabilly show… What? I’m gonna try my best to break things down… I mean, really try… And believe me, it wasn’t easy!

One thing that concerned the group, was whether or not we had to pay to get in. For one, I’m not going to pay to get into an event, where I’m going to end up paying for food. I’m paying for one or the other, not for both. Luckily, this wasn’t an event you had to pay for! YES! +1 for this thing! So after a few beers at a pub down the street, we were off to venture out into this wild, wild place…

Some folks got word that it’s no less than a 45 minute wait, per truck. With a hungry group, most of them went back to the pub. Unfortunately for me, having ran into a few familiar faces and waiting on a buddy, I was gonna be stuck at this event for a while. Might as well make the most of it, right?

Where can I start off first… Ah yes… The food trucks!

Now, if you’ve been to Off The Grid, you must’ve seen some food trucks closed, right? Wrong. I’ve been to Off The Grid quite a few times, and each and every time, no food truck was closed. I understand popularity amongst a few of these trucks, but really? To close 3 hours before the whole event ended? What happened, you thought people weren’t hungry? With various food trucks closed, for whatever the reason may be, the lines for the opened food trucks kept getting longer and longer… You can only imagine how long the wait was…

Skipping through the lines of Filipinos (I honestly didn’t notice anyone else there. This was pretty much, a Filipino event!!!,) we somehow managed to fall into a shortest line there. No, not the beer line, that was a long wait too! But the Shwarma table! Got in and out just like that. Why? They had pre-made falafel shwarmas… In sort, it sucked…

Next to the shwarma stand, was the car show! Or well… Cars?

With now theme in mind, there were just a handful of nicely painted cars. Remember, no particular theme in mind! Apparently, choosing an era to base your car show on doesn’t work, nor does factory make, or anything. Just as long as you had a restored car, you were good for the show!

I mean, I understand car shows, it’s all about the details and workmanship put into the cars… I’m not complaining about any of the cars, as I’m jealous as any other guy who drives a shitty car. But still, some sort of organization or theme would’ve been nice. I’m sure some of the car guys were upset that some cars were getting more attention than theirs. If them slamming their  hoods down and starting their engines to get the fuck out of there wasn’t a sign, maybe the disgruntled looks on their faces may have been one!

Enough of that… Let’s just look at the purdy cars.

After sticking around this event for a little too long, Mike Barbwire decided to join the band, back on stage. Playing some cool surf tunes, it got the crowd goin’! Well, it got my toe tappin’! 

They kept insisting for people to get up and dance, but this wasn’t the crowd that has that sort of rhythm. Maybe if you played a beat they could break dance to? Maybe even freak dance? I don’t know… I don’t know what dance is cool, nowadays. Fortunately, the crowd understood good music, and appreciated their performances. But plenty of them were wondering, “when is he going to sing?”

The last leg of this event, was the showroom…

Outside you’ve got, a rockabilly band, random food trucks, muscle cars and old school rides. Inside, you’ve got streetwear tees, random jewelry, a bamboo bike, a breakdance floor, and a whole bunch of other stuff… Um… I guess the bamboo bike, is related to rockabilly, as it could be made into a tiki themed bike? Or was it bamboo because of all the Asians? Or are the streetwear t-shirts supposed to have the same color as the muscle cars? I didn’t see any neon green cars out there… Hmm… Not exactly sure what the point of the vendors was… Maybe it was to… Um… Uh… Rockabilly?

Overall, this very well may have been the most disorganized “event” I’ve ever been to. With no sort of synergy between any part of the event, it was hard to focus in on the event as a whole. Maybe that’s the appeal of it? I don’t know. All I know is I went home without trying some of that delicious gourmet food, coming out of that Armadillo Willy’s truck! Wait, what? Yeeeeaaaah… If this event is based around this, let’s just say, I won’t be returning anytime soon, and hope the organizers actually put their titles to use, as organizers.

Well, that’s all for now folks. Support your local events, unless they suck.

How-To: Pompadour Video – Blooper Reel

Trying to make an actual video for a how-to, is pretty hard. Not just because I can comb a pomp in less than a minute, but because I can’t stop making jokes! If only I could talk in monotone… Then at least my jokes wouldn’t sound funny.

Well, in a partially failed attempt to make a how-to video with my friend, you all get left with a blooper reel. Yes, this is a blooper reel from pretty much one take! Just paused and edited to seem as if it were a few takes… Just kidding… almost, it was nearly just a couple of failed takes… Or five.

Apparently, my friend didn’t edit out some parts like I said to leave out, so… You all get the raw, uncut, uncooked, understand, union, under armor, unknown, version. I just started going off with un- and couldn’t stop! SORRY, I’m SLEEP!

Brought to you in lovely HD, with apparently my voice being high pitched than I ever thought it was, here’s the blooper reel… Enjoy.

Can’t find a Johnny Cash shirt?

Well look no further…

Previously, I noted that Target and Hot Topic stocked some Johnny Cash and Elvis shirts. But I spotted this sweet “genuine” Man In Black shirt at Old Navy. Can’t get anymore Americana than that, right?


Don’t worry folks, until we start seeing Eddie Cochran or Buddy Holly shirts at these places, we’ll be safe for a while. Well, until summer comes around.

Can’t wait to see angst-y teens wearing skinny jeans and Johnny Cash shirts, while sitting along along the concrete wall of Old Navy while their moms shop for them, but they’re too “embarrassed” to be seen with em, in public!

Don’t worry… I’ll let y’all know when I spot a 13 year old, rockin’ a pompadour, skinny jeans and Wayfarers!

Recap: Viva Las Vegas 14.

Whoooo… That was a long weekend… And it sure as hell was a good one!

As vacations are, there will be good, the bad, and the ugly sides of it. It’s just the way things are! And let me tell ya, this weekend was full of all of that and more!


(WARNING: This post is picture heavy. To top that off, I was too lazy to resize the damn pics. But hey, ya gotta see everything, right?)

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Viva Las Vegas Is Rockstar Status?

Who woulda thunk it?

Now, this is my first VLV event. So, this is surprising to me. I know it happens but damn!

But from what I’ve heard about previous events, it seems that VLV has been getting more popular than ever. Selling out quicker than the year before, etc etc…

But wow… Really?

The lovely Miss Jessa Doll made a post about VLV tickets. Now, let’s take a quick look…

Reselling tickets to VLV?  

Really? The prices are ridiculous! I mean, I know someone who scored some tickets last-minute. And damn is she lucky! $410 for two tickets, with 16 and a half hours left…

Fuck. I know what I’m investing in for next year!