Archive for January, 2012

Ultimate Guitar

Posted in Humor, Music with tags , , , on 01/30/2012 by Baghead Kelly

The Baghead Signature (concept) model

When you were a kid, did you draw cars and motorbikes all over your school books? Or maybe it was ponies or band names. For me it was surfboards and tubes (boy was that a long time ago). Well anyway this big kid drools over guitars nowadays and Fender have come up with a little app just for people like me. Here before you I present my ultimate pin up girl complete with Floyd Rose bridge and 70’s headstock. Ain’t she a beaut? I might call her ‘Blackie’……nah Eric Clapton has already used that one – he’s also got a ‘Brownie’ and Neil Young’s got an ‘Old Black’. Stevie Ray had ‘Number One’ and of course there is ‘Lucille’ (the most famous reindeer guitar of all). So if your feeling a little frivolous then head on over and design your own masterpiece;

Pick Of The Punch

Posted in Music with tags on 01/28/2012 by Baghead Kelly

Why didn't I think of that

A punch (it looks like a stapler), that you can recycle old credit cards and things into picks. Brilliant 🙂

Free Backing Tracks

Posted in Free, Music with tags , , , on 01/26/2012 by Baghead Kelly
Made in Korea and built like a tank

Guitar Center – King Of The Blues is a guitar competition that has downloadable backing tracks which are absolutely killer. If you haven’t heard about it before then do yourself a favour and head over to their website and check them out. “50’s Rock N’ Roll” is my favourite and reminds me of Ron Wood when he was in the Faces. They are all great tracks to fool around with and if you can find it “Stone Blues” from a previous competition is well worth chasing down too.   Try the link below; 😛

The Zen Of Laughter

Posted in Humor, Lifestyle with tags , on 01/23/2012 by Baghead Kelly
Q: What do you call a boomerang that doesn’t come back? A: a stick

I don’t have a brother but I do have an uncle less than a year older than me which is a great substitute. In my childhood I would often go around to his house and he and his dad would be watching some old re-run on television and wetting their pants with laughter. I couldn’t see what was so funny about the lame jokes and one liners – to me they were predictable and the laughter canned. The memory and the lesson though have stayed with me after all these years; father and son were receptive to laughter and thus were bonded all the more so from that process. Now before I get myself into trouble here I should explain that my own father and I have our fair share of mirth although we were wired differently and our humor was quite different. I also used to have a high old time with my great grandmother watching midget wrestling although she didn’t speak English and I didn’t speak Latvian.

 Worldwide most people would know of Dr. Hunter Adams from the “Patch Adams”  movie with Robin Williams. The good doctor sure understood the link between wellbeing and laughter, he established the Gesundheit! Institute in 1971 and in 1995 Indian physician Madan Kataria launched the first “Laughter Club” which has become a phenomenon in its own right. The cult of laughter is catching on but for me the revelation could be traced back to my childhood.
Now my own perspective is somewhat rudementary but I do know two important things; (1) that you have to be actively receptive to a good laugh and (2) that you have to nurture it in your relationships. I’ve certainly done that with my wife and I’m sure it’s one of the reasons that our marriage has survived. Its probably the key to any successful relationship. As for our own heir apparent, instilling the joys of laughter into his upbringing as been a wonderful experience. However he did  have to have the lesson that it was a fine line between having a good laugh at school and being the ‘class clown’.
I would really like to finish my little homely with a really fantastic joke but… guessed it, I can’t think of one off the top of my head. Anyway that would be contrived and it has to be more natural than that. Instead I think that I’ll sign off with a plea and a challenge. I would ask that you start your day a little more receptive to a good laugh and run with it. As for the challenge; see if you can bring someone’s mood up a few notches with humor, I’m sure your day will be more enriched for it.


Posted in Humor, Poetry with tags , , on 01/18/2012 by Baghead Kelly

My Dad recites poetry to me and its the limericks that I usually like the most. Since I like the form, I thought that I would give it a crack.

Scottish carronade


 There once was a soldier from Adelaide,

who juggled for fun with his hand grenade,

He thought he was good,

More so than he should

and ended his life like a carronade.

There once was a thinker most odd,

Who denied the existence of God

and upon his death bed,

I’ve heard that its said,

He came back, in the form of a frog…………….ribbett

I Love The Sixties

Posted in Music, Sixties, Top 10 with tags , , , on 01/11/2012 by Baghead Kelly

Quality of music comes and goes and in my opinion contemporary music is in a bit of a rut. I never agree with the Rolling Stones 500 best albums or NME’s polls either for that matter. Who are these industry pundits that choose anyway, aren’t they listening to the same musical masterpeices that I do?  –  Philistines.  –  Here’s a list of my 50 alltime faves for the perusal of these music industry heavyweights.

1. The Jimi Hendrix Experience – Are You Experienced

2. The Jimi Hendrix Experience – Electric Ladyland

3. The Jimi Hendrix Experience – Axis Bold As Love

4. The Beatles – Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band

5. The Beatles – Abbey Road

 6. The Beatles – Let It Be

7. The Beatles – Rubber Soul

8. The Beatles – White Album

9. The Beatles – Revolver

10. The Rolling Stones – Let It Bleed (Let it Bleed/Let It Be? Mmmmm!)

11. The Rolling Stones – Sticky Fingers

12.The Rolling Stones – Exile On Main St.

13. The Rolling Stones – Some Girls

14. The Doors – self titled

15. The Doors – Morrison Hotel

16. The Doors – L.A. Woman

17. The Doors – Strange Days

18. Creedence Clearwater Revival – Cosmos Factory

19. Pink Floyd – Dark Side Of The Moon

20.  Pink Floyd – Wish You Were Here

21.  Pink Floyd – The Wall

22. Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young – Deja Vu

23. Crosby, Stills & Nash – self titled

24. Neil Young – Harvest

25. Neil Young – On The Beach

26. Neil Young – Hawks & Doves

27. The Easybeats – Easy

28. The Easybeats – Its 2 Easy

29. The Easybeats – Volume 3

30. Cream – Disraeli Gears

31. Led Zeppelin – 1

32. Led Zeppelin – 2

33. Led Zeppelin – 3

34. Led Zeppelin – Houses Of The Holy

35. Led Zeppelin – Sticks album

36. Inside Deep Note – Music of 1970’s Adult Cinema

37. Led Zeppelin – Physical Graffiti

38. Led Zeppelin – In Through The Outdoor

39. Fleetwood Mac – The Pious Bird Of Good Omen

40. Fleetwood Mac – Mr. Wonderful

41. Fleetwood Mac – Rumours

42. Janis Joplin – Cheap Thrills

43. Janis Joplin – Pearl

44. Janis Joplin – 18 Essential Songs

45. The Crazy World Of Arthur Brown – self titled

46. Joe Cocker – Mad Dogs & Englishmen

47. The Kinks – You Really Got Me

48. Georgie Fame – Get away With

49. Jimi Hendrix – First Rays Of The New Rising Sun

50. Jimi Hendrix – South Saturn Delta

I hope you read this Rolling Stone & NME pundits as I have now done the hard yards for you and I expect your next poll to be suitably enlightened.


Posted in Music, Sixties with tags , , , , , on 01/10/2012 by Baghead Kelly

My favourite peaceniks

I consider myself to be a reasonably rational person but as anyone who knows me well, would tell you; that is just a front. Behind the well honed, facade lurks an hysterical fan of sixties pop. I have often pondered why this might be so as it appears to be quite irrational. I was in nappies when most of my idols ruled the airwaves or at least not far from it. In fact many of my idols are dead and yet the allure of the music and the intrigue of the history is for me eternally fresh. Collecting the catalogues of my favourite musicians is a most enjoyable quest which has long since departed from anything that would be considered normal.

No doubt I will persevere until I die and then my wife will have to deal with my hoardings and dismantle my shrines. For my family, my behaviour is normal in an eccentric sort of way and although they don’t share my passion they have learn’t to live with it. Indeed I have somehow drawn them into my delusion as every birthday I receive some sort of offering to my sixties world which is housed in  a special room – my inner sanctum.
Although I am an orphan in my real life persuits of all things sixties, online I am but one of a great army – many of whom make me look relatively sane. This for me is both vindication of my behaviour and a great source of nourishment for my hobby.
One of my obsessions for many years was collecting photos on the net of Jimi Hendrix and then dating them by what he was wearing or by what guitar he was playing. I would then cross reference them with Johnny Black’s most excellent book “Eyewitness Hendrix”.
This brings me to my next point; obsession. Admitting that your behaviour is a tad obsessive suggests a mental condition. Well I’m certainly quite mental and probably somewhat compulsive but I function pretty well in the rest of my life, at least in public. I don’t harm anybody and most importantly, I enjoy myself. I guess I’m the kind of guy who dances on the inside – I would like to let out  my inner freak but he’s probably best left in his “special room”.

Growing Old

Posted in Family, Humor with tags , , on 01/08/2012 by Baghead Kelly

There was a popular television show in Australia called “Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader”, to which I took a casual interest in, having a ten year old son at the time. The shows premise was a quiz show pitting bright young kids against various adults foolish enough to fall for the trap and the ensuing public humiliation.

The afore-mentioned show has long dropped off the radar but has continued to haunt me since it aired. I don’t consider myself to be overly smart or authorative on any particular subject but being a father I assume the role of surrogate teacher and mentor outside of school hours for my youngster. My boy who has not yet entered the teenage “know-all” phase continually amazes me with his natural intuitiveness which seems to juxtapose against my increasingly crusty behaviour.

The other day I was trying to demonstrate my artistic flair by designing a t-shirt motif which was printed via bubble jet printer onto special paper and then ironed on. Simple enough for someone who used to enjoy screen printing, except my progeny pointed out with great enthusiasm that I had neglected to print the negative for a readable end product. Doh! Unfortunately this is one instance of many and although I’m proud of the little bloke for his clarity the relish in which he illuminates my latest folly only seems to undermine my self esteem and authority.

In moments like these I can only take solace in the fact that I can whip his arse at indoor wrestling. Still the writing is on the wall. Indeed I can remember when my own father could back a trailer through the eye of a needle and yet these days his car seems to be permanently in the panel beaters after his latest altercation with a supermarket carpark.

In recent times my wife and I have taken a keen interest in our garden. I would never have believed that would be the case a few years ago. I guess you can’t stop the inevitable but I only hope I can grow old with an element of coolness or is that an oxymoron? :-)


As a Post Script to this story; I washed the said T-shirt for the first time whislt at the same time giving the offspring a lesson at my mastery of the washing machine. Problem was that the dial that I thought for the last 10 years said 90 minutes actually read 90 degrees. Doh! again. The result was a shrivelled up and faded T-shirt motif a little hurt pride and an even more cheeky 11 year old.