It's Van Damme Friday!!

See...this guy gets it.

"....Well, reckon I'll have me a little bracer."

This weekend, Kool-Aid and I are throwing a party. Nothing too out of control. The theme you ask?? Simply put it's "Just Get Drunk". As you can see, we're REAL into planning.

In all seriousness, it shouldn't be too crazy. Just invited a few people over to good 'ol "Fort Awesome" for some random debauchery, beer pong, and general all around high fivin' good times. My contribution to this whole fiasco is not only fixin' this proverbial big rig up with some hard-core eats but also some hard-core beats to boot. As we speak the Toast cooking up some good ideas in the head and planning on dishing out his mean chili and some of dem bar-b-que hot wings this guy is always thinking about making. As for the spinning of the favorites, we're still working on that. Some may ask, Toast, how do you go about picking tunes that fit everyone's bill?? Well, it's pretty simple really; anything I damn well want to play, well that will be on it. BOOM!

And in case anyone was wondering where today's title comes from, why don't you take yourself a ganders at what's below. "Thank's for the sour persimmons, cousin."

DRIP-ALONG DAFFY Funny Jokes at JibJab

Yoikes...And Away!!!

Amidst my fall season of conquest and outdoor awesomeness comes a scheduled trip to good ol' West Virginia backcountry as the Toast is about to leave the cozy confines of his office here in the District for a weekend in the water and the woods. That's right folks, this kid and his Kool-Aid are off to Fayetteville, WV to do some camping and white water rafting.

Toast here has some experience in the water, but mostly either water skiing or a few kayaking journeys. Rapids are something I'm kinda green on. Good news is that I woke up with the beginnings of a cold so that should greatly enhance the outdoor sleeping. Even better news is chances of pictures posted on this blog of me without a shirt and wearing a helmet are at an all time high. Ladies...I'll give you a moment to compose yourselves.

It's about a 5 hour drive to our destination and nothing really screams camping in the middle of nowhere like a Volkswagen Passat with a loaded trunk. Just make sure to watch the leather, those seats aren't scratch proof you know.

Kickass albums of my younger days: Live's "Throwing Copper"

The Toast loves music, dig?? Also, the Toast grew up during the grunge era of music so it should be known that I am far more experienced in picking out fucking awesome beats than about 83% of the rest of the internet. So the Toastedblog staff here has decided to go ahead and put together I nice little recurring post type thing that goes back and references all of the kick ass shit that I grew up with, took chances during my teenage years with, and still to this day rock fairly regularly. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, KICKASS ALBUMS OF MY YOUNGER DAYS.

Seems weird that I start off a segment about kickass music with a post dedicated to a Live album as the past few years and albums have not done much for the "rockin'" cred (I mean, have you listed to one of their latest "Songs of Black Mountain"?), but back in the early and mid 90's this band knew how to get shit done. And I'm not talking about songs like "Lightning Crashes", which is a little mushy for all the teen angst I was ridden with. I'm talking about rockin' tunes like "Iris" and "White, Discussion", and fucking "Stage". Even when they had songs that were about to hit you with some feelings, they kinda rocked (see "I Alone" below).

It's easier not to be wise
And measure these things by your brains
I sank into eden with you
Alone in the church by and by

I'll read to you here, save your eyes
You'll need them, your boat is at sea
Your anchor is up, youve been swept away
And the greatest of teachers wont hesitate
To leave you there, by yourself,
Chained to fate

I alone love you
I alone tempt you
I alone love you
Fear is not the end of this!

It's easier not to be great
And measure these things by your eyes
We long to be here by his resolve
Alone in the church by and by
To cradle the baby in space
And leave you there by yourslef
Chained to fate

Oh, now, we took it back too far,
Only love can save us now, all these riddles that you burn
All come runnin back to you, all these rhythms that you hide
Only love can save us now, all these riddles that you burn
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I know what you're saying: "You're kidding me right??". and it's true, a lot of their lyrics are a bit preachy and, in times, kinda corny. But in the end, these York, PA boys were able to pull it off. At times I don't know why or how really and if I had the ability to get onto youtube here at the office you can give it a ganders yourself and you too internet reader will see why. After all is said and done though, a teenaged Toast could just throw this album on and rock his "problems" away. "Throwing Copper" should and will continue to be cranked up to 11.