Building Anger...

I entered the world of fantasy, of imagery, of personalities and conflict willingly.  I was taught in an orderly fashion by people many consider "legends" today, quiet moments chatting in a locker room, on a car trip or even in passing in a restaurant.  I still learn from contemporaries and correspondence about the main point of what we are involved in today.  Everyone taught the one aspect that appears to be suffering the most these days, respect.

There is a widening generation gap between those I learned from and today's fans (who I've been told to no longer refer to as "marks" because it is "name-calling").  I've heard for years the grumbling from the old school guys about "kids" ruining the business, "kids" exposing the business, or "kids" messing up things for everybody else in the business.  These same men and women would most likely tell you today the the problem is the "kids" running the business, rather than the tell-all world of the internet choking the life out of the mystique that used to surround us all...

Hurt

Said goodbye to my personal sanity today, after a surprising diagnosis of huge spots on his lungs that tested out not to be infectious.  Took him in for a check up and the doctor immediately asks how long he'd been having problems breathing.  Long story short, after three hours at the office, he tested negative for all of the feline leukemia ailments, infections, was administered Lasiks because of fluid around his heart and then x-rayed.  They could not see his heart for a mass of growths in his lungs.  Most likely cancerous.

I've screamed.  I've lost it a few times.  I've tried to convince myself it's true (so I'm at least up to Denial).  The hardest part was gathering up his food & water dishes for washing and tossing his purr pad in the washer for a spin.  It's only been a few hours, but I continue to glance toward the back of the couch, the credenza at the window and everywhere else he used to chill.  The bare spot on the kitchen floor is painful, as is the empty room where the box resided.

I met this particular feline almost a year before my sister-in-law asked me to bring him home with me, she already had the entire crazy cat lady set.  The first time I saw him, he jumped onto the hood of my car and immediately slid down and off.  Looked up at me like "I meant to do that" and jumped back on the hood.  Same result.  He lived outside during that time until I finally brought him home.  

The first discovery was that he had been declawed.  Otherwise, every plastic garbage bag hanging over trash cans in our home would have been shredded.  And yes, he'd been altered as well.  He had the personality of someone who had been hurt and betrayed when we met, but after a couple of weeks of explaining to us HIS boundaries, we co-existed in peace.  Weeks later, he's sleeping on the foot of my bed and following me around like a puppy.  He was also quit adept at sneaking up behind you, grabbing one of your legs with his front paws and biting it.  Used to be a bloody mess, but he figured it out after a while and stopped randomly chomping on the back of my leg.

Karen was another story.  She could walk by him and he'd attack her, and I think it was because she didn't acknowledge his presence as she passed.  Someone suggested that perhaps he didn't like women, which knowing what little as I do about his past, I agree it's a real possibility.  He'd sneak up on Pam and get her too.

I'm feeling much better now, thank you interwebs.  Even if not a single human reads this, it's been a moment of good memories that I so badly need right now.  Guess I'll drop a pic of him here as well.  We called him Mr. Cat, Kato the Ninja Attack Cat and "Bootsy".  One crazy loving buddy I'll miss the rest of my life.  Godspeed old friend.

No Lies

I won't front for a second.  Screamed, sang, spit and strained and I will stand here all day and tell you the honest truth:  I am NOT the powerful vocalist Mark Farner is and was in 1971, but we gave it HELL!  Initial rough vocal mix is incredible with some BIG (dare I say almost Queen-like?) backing vocals.  Tommy Smith took the song and made it tap out on both bass and guitars (and backing vocals) and our co-conspirator in this little project, Joe Perri of Youtube's Drum Channel flat tears it up on drums.  I am just honored to be a part of this one guys.  Seriously honored.

I'm sure Tommy will tweak the mix on it a bit more, it's his nature to try everything he can think of before deciding what he likes best.  He's also a lead break away from completing our election song "Electile Dysfuction" and adding some final touches to "We Will Not Fail" before releasing.  On future projects, Tommy says he's "got something going" that I'll be hearing soon for a new project and we're still knocking around another cover, either Alice Cooper's "Under My Wheels" or the Beatles' "I Am The Walrus".  I'm leaning toward Walrus despite being the one that suggested Cooper!

Coming Attractions!

Tommy Smith and myself have began another musical journey featuring a well-known drummer, Joe Perri, the owner of YouTube's Drum Channel.  He offered up his drum track to Grand Funk Railroad's "I Come Tumblin'" from the epic E Pluribus Funk album (1971).  I've heard the first rough mix of guitar/bass/drums (read: Tommy/Tommy/Joe Perri) and I stand with my mouth open and jaw slack.  Sounds INCREDIBLE to say the least.  I will attempt to do Mark Farner a little justice this coming Saturday as it's MY turn to make some noise on this track!

Oh yeah, we're collectively known as ROXX!

Check out ALL of our releases at Tommy Smith's Soundcloud account or check out the ROXX Music Page!  Share the music, ya'll and feel free to comment!

Relaunch May 2016

Never know how to react to the fact I had an old blog site that I posted 3 times on and forgot about.  Well, I've wiped that puppy, re-named it and re-thought it.  Doesn't guarantee that I won't forget about again in a week, but that's the chance you take trying to get inside of MY head, ya'll!

Yup, this is how we began that whole satellite program, back in the day.  I will NEVER forget the anger that came across my mother's face when she realized that the graphic read "Randolph" Hedrick.  "That's NOT what your father and I named you!"  Thus, the almost annual post on the Insiders Soapbox titled "Randoph Is A Work!"

Today, yeah, still playing pro rasslin' but we've kicked up music side of my life too.  Currently recording with Tommy Smith under the name of ROXX, we have several original songs already published on Soundcloud.  Here's the most recent, our first ballad, "It Wasn't Me":

It Wasn't Me by ROXX 

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