Set 1:
1. Jack Straw 16:50
2. Big Boss Man 08:37
3. When I Paint My Masterpiece 06:41
4. Friend Of The Devil 10:46
5. New Minglewood Blues 09:09
6. Sugaree 13:56
7. Don't Ease Me In 06:07

Set 2:
1. Playin' In The Band 13:21
2. Estimated Prophet 16:19
3. Cumberland Blues 13:08
4. Truckin' 12:17
5. Playin' In The Band 02:57
6. Drums 09:42
7. Space 07:41
8. The Wheel 13:27
9. Dear Prudence 08:55
10. Casey Jones 07:05

Encore:
1. Johnny B. Goode 04:38

CheckIt 

I think it is getting close to being that time

I'm thinking that maybe it is, time to put some fingers to keys, thoughts to ideas, ideas to rambling posts, and heck, maybe even some music and art. Maybe, just maybe.
Sending some love to my good fiend, Albert, Mr. D, You Guinea Bastard, what the hell happened, you lived life on your terms, what you wanted, when you wanted, with who you wanted, and more than that, you were one loyal prick I gotta say.You could schmooze with the best of 'em, and you could tangle with the best as well.  Never backwards, always moving, sometimes slowly, sometime in hyper kinetic mode, other times, pensive, caged, tied to posts with velvet ropes, or flat out laid back Pisano Style.  Respect was earned and trust even more so. But once you did, there was no going back,  If a brother needed your jacket, you gave him your shirt as well.  If a brother was down, you made sure things remained fluid, obligations met, loved ones cared for, and beats were never missed,  So, WTF!  It wasn't supposed to be this way.  And its quiet.  Too quiet,  No one is saying jack,  But they are saying volumes in what they are not saying, not even whispering.  Stuff was good,  You conquered new ground, were living off your art, loving life, having all the fun, flying ever so slightly below the radar, popping above it momentarily now and again, usually due to helping a brother or sister out often times requires popping out of what appears to be a whirlwind of chaos, commotion, and madness, but is in reality so far removed from the spin of life.  But, often that's where the most rewarding and beauty happens in abundance, and those that know, they see the reality of it all, the real beauty of life, and those that aren't meant to, well, they see all the things in their store bought media fed restricted minds they fear, they have no idea of the beauty that they see as only blight, it's the curse of the masses and they have no idea that they are the ones who are the wretched, weak and downtrodden, the have nots, the excluded, the uninvited, the  lesserthanes,  They are the truly marginalized and it is they that marginalize themselves and  and are so far removed from the reality of life that they have it all twisted in to some sick fantasy fed idealistic view of how things are they are banished from ever being able to see, hear, watch, touch,feel or even learn about the real truths, the ones that every so called loser was worn knowing.  What is to them chaos and disorder, filth and disdain is really the land of the enlightened, the seekers, the believers, the knowers, the perpetual learners, the gifted, the talented, the mad and the sane, they were all born knowing the basic truths that are so apparent that they are right there in front of them and they cannot take their blinders off to even lend credence to the idea that the world is not how they believe it to be, that they are not the ones with the true power, that they are the ones who are worried about, who we feed with charity, but you know, always did, even attempted to point it out with your art, and even more so by just being you my friend, at least you are among friends, known and unknown, and those to be known, the best of places.  chaos is for the ones who know, have been there, survived, kicked ass, and been trampled upon,  but most of all, chaos is our cover.  Where its always warm, fulfilling, and never safe, yet always the safest place around.  Well, I know where you're at, and it sure as hell ain't locked up tight inside those gilded pearly gates, with people you don't know, who don't know you, who you despise, and where there is certainly no wild wanton wahinee women from mars and freaked out crazy headed music blasting, with only a few cars that were made post 1973, same with film and literature.  I know who is sitting next to you in that dark corner booth, faded candle, nicotine stained photo of Genoa tacked to the wall with a beam in one hand, an Iron saddled up next to if, lucky strike dangling, wifebeater partly covered by black leather jacket.  Yeah, right next to you, one of the gang, our main man, Buk, holding court, chugging dago red and slurping the caviar of the wicked,  pickled eggs.  While talking shit to the jaded faded street walkin' cheetah with the heart of gold who always lets him ride for free, even when he cant drive or even know where his car is.  Yeah, I see the new guy too, the funksyleeisticjumpeduphopheadedcouldnotbenotfunkedup Bernie Worrell, ahhhhhhh  yeaaaahhhhh, he's brought the funk now didn't he?  Is the Prince there?  I don't see him, but that means nothing if he has his shoes off, he's easily hidden, never knew with that one, was he really living his life in taxi cabs, or just poppin' on a raspberry beret and blood lusting for Nicky and then wallowing in that special witness style shame and self loathing, one conflicted bitch that one, you are in good company, there's Sid, and no Nancy finally,  Johnny, HST, Jerry, Andy goofing on Elvis, and there he is, the king hisself, and like dynamite, looking all 1958 too, pre everything that killed him and he's hangin' with the killer too, they always were tight.  The man in Black, Bon, even Mirra.  Nice to know that all the lame ass soulless blodclot big bizness types, the rule makers, the judgmental, the shady politicians, the hypocrites, the televangelists, the warmongers, and even the shiny happy folks get their own special hell, what, no way, really, and you get to control that special hell, or, everybody there does, nice, karma does exist I see, next time put em all in bike racing spandex, strap them into recumbent bikes, and send them up Polish hill only just don't let them make it to Gooskies at the top, just for starters.  So, all the bikes are vintage, not even an evo, and not a set of mufflers to be found, or helmets, man, I cant wait.  Well, I know your here, and I know you're there, feel free to follow me around, you know I always felt better when you were around than when you were not you raspy ass tattooed guinea bastard you, FU! you should still be here, not there having a blasted mind tripped turned on and spaced out punk rock bottle smashing gold old relaxing afternoon, with friends old and new.  Just keep a light on, not that I'll need one, I rsvp'd at so many forks in the road I cannot even think of the first fork, but, like the man said, we always chose the one less traveled, and we traveled it well my friend, we certainly traveled it well.

Seaturds

Thank who ever Without them, and the rest of the AFC central, And a select few others, THEE STEELERS would have just a few to HATE!

BLACKFISH

Watch This Documentary. Listen, Learn from it. BOYCOTT SEAWORLD and all other ZOOS. Refer To Enumclaw, WA. I will ba back soon. Sure, d

Jack Lambert , A Fish & Wildlife officer after the NFL. A real Hero.

HEROES

For my First post, Let me introduce myself by way of name checking the people, places, and things that helped mold the The Rev Lou Cifer into the mess that I am in no particular order and certain to expand.

Guaranteed Thrills, Chills, Sorrow, Pain, Torment, and Joy to follow in various forms. Bear with me while I figure this whole blogging thing out.

Praise must be given to the blog that inspired me: Mojo Repair Shop.

Iggy Pop, THE PITTSBURGH STEELERS, Charles Bukowski, Johnny Thunders, My Muse's Karen Johnson and La Diva Sophia, Sid Vicious, Jah, Jack Lambert, Jack Kerouac, Johnny Cash, Mojo Repair Shop, James Brown, Ganesha, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Ziptye, Napalm Beach, Public Enemy, The Wipers, The Portland Trail Blazers, Dennis Hopper, Rockets Redglare, Richard Pryor, Stiv Bators, The Dead Boys, Lenny Bruce, Lemmy, Motorhead, Robert Gordon, Robert Nesta Marley, The Killer: Jerry Lee Lewis, FEAR, Elvis, Peter Tosh, Lux Interior, The Cramps, Ric Flair & Four Horsemen, The Original Club Satyricon, Fellini, The Beat Writes, Andy Warhol,Sublime, Snoop Doggy Dogg, Redd Foxx, The Dead Kennedys, The Virgin Of Guadalupe, Hot Rods, Old Motorcycles, Skateboarding, 9 1/2 Weeks, The Pittsburgh Penguins, Bali, Mickey Rourke, Frank Sinatra, George Carlin, Dean Martin,The Wanderers, Old Guitars, Betty Page, CBGBs, Marilyn Monroe, Pirate Bay, Jane Mansfield, The Boy Wonders, Los Jackals, The Rolling Stones: Some Girls ad prior, Keith Richards, Demonoid, Joe Coleman, DIY, Pin-Up Girls, Mondo Video, Italia, Miles Davis, The Violent Femmes, All Original Music, Sophia Loren, Black Flag, Gore, Serial Killers, The Cynics, Submachine, The Pittsburgh Pirates, P2P, Andy Kaufman, Poison Idea, John Paul Sartre, Humphrey Bogart, Gnarly Love, Old Guitars, Pre-80's Smut, People who hate starbucks, Social Workers, Dive Bars, PBR, Laugh-In, Drive-In Theaters, Tony Alva, The X Games, Creem Magazine, Boy Howdy Beer, Legs McNeil, Matt Dillon, Gus Van Zandt, The IFC, Cheap Cigarettes, The UFC, Old School Wrasslin, Drag Queens, 1% MC's, Wandering, Live Dead: Pre 1990, Hinduism, Lord Nrsimhadeva, Govinda, Hiranyakasipu, Antique Beads, Shiva, Fernando Botero, The Nomads, Salvador Dali, The Dali llama, Taschen, Gil Elvgren, Vargas, B-Movies, Southern Culture On The Skids, Bear Family Records, Redrum, Jack Nicholson,Nuggets, Pebbles, The CLASH, Beastie Boys, Tom Waits, Joe Bob Briggs, Edgar Alan Poe, Dr. Seuss, Aldous Huxley, RE/SEARCH, Ernest Hemmingway, Anton LaVey, Brion Gysin, Walt Disney, Louis-Ferdinand Celine, Charlie Chaplin, The Three Stooges, Nabokov, Arthur Miller, Benny Hill, John Fante, Allen Ginsberg, The Road Less Traveled, Chuck Berry, Abbie Hoffman, Bad Brains, Ann Rice, Black Sparrow Press, Betty Blue, Harold and Maude, Francis Ford Coppola, Myron Cope, Maurice Sendak, Carlos Castaneda, Target Video, Stax Records, Motown Records, The Temptations, Dead Moon, Marvin Gaye, Tattoos / Piercings, Hieronymus Bosch, My Mother The Whore, Dante, The Velvet Underground, John Belushi, Charles Darwin, Hunter S. Thompson, A.N. Roquelaure, Voodoo, Ralph Stedman, Georges Batille, Tom Wolfe, Patty Smith, John Doe, Bauhaus, X, Paul Bowles, Kiss, John Steinbeck, Nick Cave & Bad Seeds, Charles Manson, Al Capone, Joh Dillinger, Albert Camus, Jim Carroll, Alleister Crowley, The Fuzztones, J.D. Sallinger, Jim Jarmusch, Caligula, Jim Thompson, A Clockwork Orange, Langlitz Leathers, Parliament, Funkadellic, Brides Of Funkenstein, Rick James, Prince, Roy Orbison, Highway 13, Crispin Glover, Sun Records, Enrico Caruso, City Lights Book Store, The Beat Book Store, Lockjaw, New York Dolls, 999, Leadbelly, KBOO 90.7fm, Townes Van Zandt, Backyard Babies, John Cassavetes, Green River, Northwest Passage, HANK WILLIAMS I,II,&III, Ken Burns, Bon Scott, Thin Lizzy, MC5, Billie Holliday, Joe Strummer, William F. Burroughs, Neil Young, Lou Reed, The(orig) Misfits, The Hellacopters, Social Distortion, The Addicts, The Pixies, Reid Paley, Ray Campi, Mae West, Ilsa, Henry & June, Mojo Nixon, Black Sabbath, Howard Stern, Screamin' Jay Hawkins, Bo Diddly, Dusty Springfield, The Runaways, Wynonie Harrie, Uncle Tupelo, Whiskeytown, Big Mama Thornton, Moms Mabley, Hanoi Rocks, Flip Wilson, Imogene Heap, Son House, Van Morrison, The Jesus Lizard, Scratch Acid, Drive Like Jehu, Free Tibet, Zap Mama, Leonard Peltier, Pinball, Foosball, Darts, Bocci, Jarts, Air Hockey, B/W Films, Horror Flicks, Iron City Beer, Absolute, Mono, Stereo, AM/FM, Hasil Adkins, Hot Wheels, Howlin' Wolf, Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, T-Rex, Sun Ra, The Blasters, The Church Of The Sub Genius, Thrasher, Bob Dobbs, Alien Sex Fiend, Universal Life Church, 13th Floor Elevators, Krsna, Muscle Cars, Biker Flicks, Roller Derby, Sno Bud & Flower People, Puddle stompiN', Coastal storms, Large Dogs and Fat Cats, DIVERSITY,

Well, if you like most of this, you will likely enjoy what is to come.
Thanxxx, The Rev.