First new appliance

Our first washer machine like ever. A tinier fridge on its way too.

When I ran a gig on a dumpster truck, it was interesting to see what people might have purchased with their tax money. It was revealing about their motivations. Some wanted the big screen TV. Some had some nasty diapers. Interesting to note. I would imagine even being on a route, for a length of time, would give great insights. Do any trashpeople blog?

My drain is frozen so new washer has yet a few steps to be in place. Always something. The Jeep needs new tires bad. It’s hard to imagine a world where certain maintenance steps can’t be placed higher than other needs, at times. A change of finances. Still debt free (ish) our e fund went kaput and we must now stash cash again to provide our buffer.

Ive been in many guitar shops. Found many an interesting piece. Tuning the guitars (guitar center employees are bad at this) always leads to a more cared for feel. A little step. Big rewards. Tiny things. Many talents, artists and creatives. Tiny changes will help.

I’m currently surrounded by a batch of people all taking up guitar. It’s a cool thing to witness. Cooler thing to be part of. Ive taught very few people to play, have had a hand in inspiring many. I have discovered my teaching and training skills fast improving. I dont mean to brag, but I do very well teaching and training. Whether a guitar, life, or work. Heck of a coach. Not so great at playing the part of disgruntled worker being a warm body. Taking up space.

We all want to be important. Not one says they would like to remain on the bottom of the heap

So, we grow. We invest in a betterment goal of our own selves. We conquer into a future, stumbling into pasts. Wading through the present and live life, as it lasts. Plan long, keep plans hidden and impenetrable. Keep thinking of blessings and gratitude.

Havent quit smoking yet. Boo!

learning Japanese phrases this morning.

French previous.

We have found a local wine we have been impressed with. Wine is an expensive thing by trial and error. Local. Havent been disappointed in a tryout of their flavors. Buchanan house. Good.

Ardon Creek is another house favorite. Red 52 is my fave. I’m a sweet wine guy tho. Dont get drunk on it tho…

Big road trip coming up. Kind of excited. Passing through big cities is not for the faint of heart. Rural driver on the norm. Its a bit of an adaptation. Still will explore.

Have started the children and most of family on a martial arts program. They are gifted at it. We all can be learning again. I have yet to participate. Being that every time I suggest a cool thing, they tend to lose interest.

I’m not very good yet at replacing gaskets. Cant get them to seat right. Ive also never had a cheap way to learn. I got decent at bearings replacement due to the ag machines. I suppose I’ll go buy a place out of gaskets, which is unfortunate for the person that may need them that day. It’s different when a person has money and can afford to fail at fixing a thing. Course, no one likes wasted money.

So I still have some financial maturing to take hold of.

Much love. Butcheringsaint out.


And some odd thoughts

Lolz. Would ya just look at the hair? Lmao. When it grows in tho, it shall be cool. I might shave the front and look all viking. Who knows.

So ive become a bearded guy. Nicotine is a very deadly drug. Be well y’all.

P.s. I’m working on a greatest hits album. Doing this that way I still get to place these songs in their proper order on their proper albums in the proper musical place.

Ive written farther on the cube van chronicles. Ive travelled longer and the characters disturb me. But I am the writing conduit. This is definitely not a prudish novel, or for that manner, anyone less mature than 18 should avoid it. Hey in all honesty, ive been married a long time and ive seen and read about dark sick fucks in real life that tames mine in comparison. The bad guy”s” have an interesting way to look at things. perspective. He runs things until he gets his dark secrets exposed. Then maybe D.P., our closely followed guitarist anti hero of the story, just trying to make it into a limelight of his own. Just some funny takes from my days being a roadie.

Food pantry day today. Shit is real. “Government cheese, Craig, you ever had it?” Friday has many good accurate quotes. Lets talk Friday a minute. When Smokey flipped that money to make it another hundo…priceless. Big perm? Lolz. To his face! Lolz. My often quoted one is when Smokeys mom says “make it enough”. Just a classic. Been binging on that one with a DVD since 1998. But yeah. Sometimes alcohol kills more people than weed ever would entertain. But we prohibited that, then raised a mafia cartel wonderland. Whatevs. Point is, Friday. Get it watch it and the point hits home.

Set it off is another movie ive always dug into alot. How fucked up situations produce fucked up outcomes. Things being that way never had to be that way. The heart exploding out was horrific but not as bad as street life would be. What an interplay. The things having a bad hand gets one in life. “Collusion?” Check it out great movie.

Been digging on crossroads with Ralph macchio and Steve Vai. Pretty cool stuff. The whole devil went down to georgia, crossroads, you good enough to battle devils on their own turf, spiritual war. I still wonder whether he really can play or not? Remains a mystery. It may have been answered upon a time. Cobra Kai is decent. Quite an interwoven fuckcicle. Great motivator, as the karate kid movies proved as well. True wisdom in what Miyagi teaches.

So we have spent most of this time “quarantining” by doing karaoke with the kids, watching movies to get people’s decent take on life, playing music, figuring out what the Fuck to make for dinner this metric fuckton of times a day, you know normal routine. The karaoke helped me to see a better routine and notice I mimicked singing instead of singing. The movies help to clarify our mission and goals as a tribe. My tribe quotes movies. Thats what we do. So the more I can reference with the scenes, the better the discourse on it. What have you been up to?

I had to watch and discuss two movies or I wouldnt graduate. Lean on me (great leadership movie) and Stand by Me (another great leadership model because they all four step into seperate roles as leader). I think we fail to feel the emotions a movie intended as a people. We dont discuss things enough in society perhaps.

So getting suspended off the bluebird has been quite a blessing for me, it turns out. It kinda crushed me a moment. But, meh, now. Its given me a precious incentive and gift of time. My voice will not be silenced. Not in the long run. Ive conquered far more than the right to speak.

We have been watching The Last Alaskans. A very cool show.

It’s a frozen tundra, from our igloo to yours. Be well, help where you can, and enjoy with gratitude, what you got. “Lovin is what I got”

Big announcement soon about cvc.


Kools and me

When I was 18 I started amoking cigarettes. Cloves before 18. At about 16, I think. I was a broke person nobody and started snaking dads cigarettes. One at a time. He won’t notice, right. You guessed it, Kools brand cigarettes.

I quit smoking in February or March of 2010, at almost 30 years old. My wife, same day. That was until February of 2020. I started smoking cigars. I promised myself I would never smoke cigarettes again. Therein, I found a gray area. Cigars are not cigarettes. Enemy exploited and I got fooked again. Here I am in the process of quitting again. I figure a year dancing with that demon, was good enough. Good enough to let good win.

So there may be distemperment moments. I have started the beginning of the end. Wish me luck. And dont judge me if I fail, because I wont. Kicked this demons ass once. Will again. It’s easier to not start something than to quit it. I feel some empathy towards addicts of drugs. (Pot is not a drug, more a plant that helps. Fed government should have left that to states rights…). There are some roads I refuse to walk down beside a person just to help. The danger is in dependency.

Oh well. Newest rant. Radishes or radishisnts.

Should guitar makers of high regard (I.e. gibson, fender, ibanez, prs…) Stop making cheap guitars? Not like there isnt enough junk ones already on the market? Just custom fancy pieces now. Lets go back to caring about everything that needs produced. Enough plastics and widget items have been produced. (Wouldnt mind seeing a hemp alternative. Biodegradable things… So just custom, kept at still enough value in a 2k investment for a guitar. Mass production sure doesnt seem sustainable or productive. More like Dr Seuss and his thneads? Yes. Thought so.

Schools were set up next to perfect for creating factory workers. Thanks Horace Mann and all. Trouble is, humans dont all make good factory workers.

Ranting about another guitar related item… There should be a musical instrument in every home in America. Whether the homemembers play or not. Someday, somebody able to, will show up to play.

SSide note. Too bad cities with big hills and high traffic dont have trolleys. Columbus Junction, I’m looking at you. It would be sweet! Swinging bridge and a trolley connecting school with the Tyson plant. It’d be sweet!

What can you notice would improve life for others around in your cities? Lets throw some creative ideas at the wall and make them stick or see what sticks.

So, we fought a war over taxes to get freedom, yet managed to get ensnared by taxes anyway. There should be an audit of every city and a reckoning of the books. Shady money needs out of it.

Be well, y’all. Southerners found out why we call it pop and not soda. Leave it to freeze and its got a healthy pop to it. Its funny, but the situation there wasnt and isnt. Much love.

Butcheringsaint out.


The harmful church

At this point cancel what you want. Lets stop trashing about and do it already. Lets start this 1984 bull hockey. Goodspeak. Ministry of communications. All of it. Half the damn world has lost its damn mind.

Senses have been vacated. Y’all that hated Trump, I feel ya. It was hard to turn away from the vitriol being spewed at me to hate this guy too. I turned them off however. I dug on my info and researched it and I can say that Biden is not for America. I dont know WHO he is for but can say with certainty that it is not us peoples. Trump cared more than your tv told you he did. He loved it and many peoples loved him for it. I do think he was a great President. I sure miss him being there at the helm. Whereas nuts and bonkers in the media over him and now fawning over Joe. Such a two way hypocrital street. Just make it fair hereforward; transparency. Trust (rebuild it in America and it’s deeply held roots). Synergizing. Counterbalance…

But anyways I do get off topic on some rants. What can you and I do no matter how bad it gets? We can be there for others. Show compassion. Help fellow humans. Find different ways of dealing with troubled other humans. Stop being hypocrital. You cannot be on both sides of the fence. Especially the harmful church. The harmful church is becoming commonplace. Many Christians have harmed more than their movement. They have harmed seekers of truth. They have harmed people trying to get close to Jesus in whatever form they tried showing up; the whore at the well. The sick and lame. The mangled. The drug addicted. The alcoholic. The abusive. The people disagreeable to humans.

The harmful church steps in when they should step out. Seeing people struggling and calling the laws or being a Karen. Instead of chipping in to help. Grabbing a broom, helping with laundry or bringing suppers easily reheated. Just a few seconds of thoughtfulness and inspiration to help another human grow. Nobody wants to take time to teach. Even the underprivileged.

Watching Lean on me (movie with Morgan Freeman). “He didn’t say be polite”, Freeman’s choice of words as character Joe Clark. Inspiring. Love. Love exemplified and captured on film for just a minute. True love. Bringing order to it all and restoring order, and what people needed, just not how they thought they needed it. Nor was it packaged pretty. See earlier rant as a perspective on it..

So we as people must do better. We must be kinder. Less hatred and vitriol. Less cancelling everybody. Less attacks. More simple things. Butcheringsaint out.

P.s. the #blackjournalproject is completed. A new one arrived today, my next one. Brown leather bound journal to be another capture sketchbook of what is transpiring in my life. The last one bjp, captured my struggles of acceptance and messages for artists. The #brownjournalproject will begin soon. Much love.

Should I post it sometime? Let me know down below. My lovely wife still thinks its a tad bit raw on some spots. I say why not share it and have those conversations with people that never materialized into actual conversations. Still considering whether it will hurt or heal to release. The Brownjournalproject should be more mature. Wiser. Years later. Lets capture this moment as well.

Looking forward to hearing from you.


I was suspended

My Twitter account @shoobey was deleted. Dont even know what I did. Was almost up to 1400 followers.

I also got booted off others. No worries. Silence from it has sharpened some other sides of me. It is bullpucky, I wont lie.

I did make some great friendships. Started to figure this stuff out. Keep in on at it.

Such love.


Random thoughts of the day.

The whole Alice in Chains cover band experience left me more meh than ever over AIC contributions. Great music and musicians and alotta great tunes but its not necessarily for everyone. Me. I’m everyone in this instance. But it was fun if not weird at some points. But that 90s cover band had peoples dancing man. They should just do that instead. Stay away from Tool perhaps. Only Tool. How about some dead eye dick to throw in the mix tho.

I wouldnt mind seeing a korn cover band sprout up tho.

Naked and afraid XL those group mentalities really choked a few roses out. High school drama. Nobody got time for that.

I’m still learning left handed guitar. Hymns mostly. Hymns and metal chords.

I might have to delete 30000 words on a story I’ve been writing. That might suck. Printer ink aint cheap to make the necessary corrections.

Butcheringsaint. My blog still exists. I was a real naive kid when I first started writing these thoughts in a forum. Ive been silenced by many and cannot use messenger. Yet people keep messengering me. Hmm.

I’m not here to reach the people’s already in church. Im here to reach those outside its walls. Still commendable for those whose work is still important.

My coffee pot is a terrorist. It hates me. But then again I paid 10 bucks for a keurig from a yard sale and have used it 6 months. I do not negotiate with terrorists. My coffee pot used to pour into my goonies cup but now its a terrorist.

So long to those gas prices and diabetes medicine affordable pricing. But we all need to pray. Perhaps repent.

Life was better before the internet. Cultural shifts must happen to awaken. To stretch. To resolve to be better.

Coffee before this post. Full monkey brain.

I watched Loudkrazylove the other day. Head and korn have been so instrumental in touching peoples lives. In a very positive manner. Was impressed by it in fact.

“All I want to do is live” “so stop fucking with me” korn. Ice cube. Children of the korn. Cool track. I cuss alot, perhaps so much so that it’s a sin. But it simplifies everything. In a world so full of noise, we discern so many things, only through a single lens when we should view as a whole.

I am a belligerent American. I do not agree with where we are headed as a nation. Time to write letters public.

Bare soul. Here I am, Lord.

I miss the simple joys of writing. I miss the flow of words. I miss caressing these pages with words. I miss many things and look forward to a time when future things reveal. I’ve never been that popular but I know if a light ever shines on me. I’m gonna make it. You will make it. We can make it.

And Justice for all is still my favorite Metallica album. Bought the cassette 4 times for my truck. Just a little ranger lasted me 13 years. The cd 4 times in one year. I ran newspapers and listened to audio books. And of course, this album. The mood was captured. The bass was lacking.

I became a meme the other day. Lolz. No offense to anyone but my friend put my likeness to a Mister T body (lolz. I so chuckled at this.)

We all know its healthy to laugh at ourselves. We all know its ok after to laugh.

Passenger writes some really good music yo. But some go overboard fawning over him. A bealtlemania thing. I don’t tend to take financial advice from broke people and I don’t take relationship advice from single people or recently married. Give me a long haulers ambition. My only complaints. That calypso sounding coins in a fountain, is quite impressive as a starter guide to him.

Be fun. Have fun. Do fun.

Stop making cheap production guitars. They exist already. Enough to go around. Focus on fancy instruments. Keep it reasonably priced. Make them worthwhile again. The world has enough cheap toys. I’m wanting fender and Gibson and epiphone and ibanez and.. to take a step back. Trigger up their business instead of racing to the bottom. I worked at the ped mall in ic and that day an event was hosted having Seth Godin there. I made a grilled cheese for a lady who had tickets and passes. Didnt even know who the heck this Seth Godin guy was. Didnt seem to care. I was crushed not to be able to go and yet this person could and yet cared less. Racing to the bottom.

Lets farm the ditches between 4 lane highways and a rail system. Government might as well earn its own keep. Sure beats tractoring all those hundreds, thousands, all just to mow and mow and mow it. Government food stand after. Make some money. Schools, why not make money having a student started and staffed business for many. Eliminate need for funding while being self funded.

Much love y’all.