HOORAY FOR ME! I finally have a fucking BLARRG like millions of other narcissistic idiots out there...

I will be filling it with all sorts of nonsense that I personally find amusing, disgusting, entertaining and most likely a little boring. I may even use it as a platform to subject you to my personal artwork, just like EVERY other miserable, aspiring artist out there in internet land. I can't guarantee that it will be an enjoyable experience for you - what I CAN guarantee is that it won't change the world in anyway shape or form.

In fact, I feel kinda sorry for you for stumbling onto this little speck on the World Wide Web, with millions of BLOGS and PORN WEBSITES vying for your precious time, you're wasting it here reading dopey shit. GO AWAY! Do something productive...make a sandwich, build a blanket fort, sit on the toilet and actually read a BOOK...Christ, do anything but hang around here.

That being said, if you have accidentally stumbled onto this site, feel free to poke around and make a comment or two if so inclined. Maybe I'll respond...or not, depends on my mood that day.

I look forward to wasting your time. -KEMO

Monday, April 3, 2023

 Bill Doggett, The Animals & Incredible Edibles


Sorry, Today's post isn't 'art related'...it's more of a 'music memory' type of post that I would like to share. I was thinking about my Dad the other day and how he would play his tenor sax (he was a band geek in High School), along with the 45rpm single-Honky Tonk by Bill Doggett. I was young, probably 4 or 5 years old at the time and always got a thrill when he played the sax or the Hammond organ we had in our dining room. The BEST times were the ones, when he would play along to this 45, tearing the shit out of the song, with all the proper growls etc., and I'd be banging on the keys of the Hammond making a fucking racket. I truly believe this is where my love of music came from. 

Looking back, my Mom & Dad had a great collection of 45's & albums that my brother and I were allowed to play such as: Bill Doggett, Dave 'Baby' Cortez, The Champs, Boots Randolph, Booker T. & the M.G.s, The Animals etc. I wanted to be a rockstar when I grew up. Well, that never happened for me at least. My two younger brothers got that gene and the youngest has/is living the life of a professional musician


This is the song that reminds me of my Dad the most...and I fucking love it. It has such a sweet groove, and that sax part during Part II is what he would wail, while I had a big shit-eating grin on my face the entire time.




We had a Hammond organ like this one with the Leslie, and that brings us to the second part of my post. I loved this thing and always wanted to learn House of the Rising Sun-which was my SECOND favorite song! That never happened, so I used the Leslie cabinet/speaker as a prep/cooking station for my Incredible Edible cooker.


This was one of my favorite toys growing up and wonderfully dangerous as well! Incredible Edibles by Mattel was one hell of a 'toy' in the mid/late 1960's. I cannot tell you how many times I burned my fingers on the hot zinc plates or burned my lips/tongue on the still molten Gobble-Degoop Licorice Bugs I would make. Needless to say, I would make a shit-mess on the top of the Leslie cabinet, get my ass slapped and my Incredible Edibles taken away. That shit made a horrible mess! But for a kid it was the greatest thing in the world, even if it meant a possible Emergency Room visit! I need to get my hands on one of these now so I can stare at it lovingly every day....NEVER use it, obviously...just stare at it like all my other crap in my studio/office. 'Adult Goals.'




(Photo of a horribly burned and disfigured victim of the Incredible Edibles toy.)


Here's a great version of Honky Tonk by Taj Mahal to end this silly post.






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