Check this shit oooouuuuuttttt!!! (if you don't get that reference, play the video below this and at about the 2:50 mark all shall be revealed. This was also one of the first glimpses the public at large got of Jack Black getting his sang on. It is fucking beautiful. But anyway....we've got a radio show to do tonight!!!

My friends Ryan and Dave will be joining me to talk about music and all kinds of other shit that is awesome. I'm expecting a Dinner For Five type vibe or perhaps My Breakfast With Blassie. Either way, I'm looking forward to it. I hope you can join us at 6pm Pacific/9pm Eastern. If you don't come to the show, I will assume you voted for McCain. No pressure!!!

USA! USA! USA! USA! USA!

It feels good to be an American right now.

America, fuck yeah!!!

Thanks to everyone who voted for B-Easy for doing their part. Let's turn this motherfucker around. Keep on Barackin in the free world or something.

This is rad.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm happy. Don't let me down, brother. I have a strong feeling you won't. Make me proud like I know you will. Peace, love and cheeseburgers!!!!

Let's start hoping, dreaming, living, laughing and loving again.

Nice knowing you, Dub. Don't let the door hit you on the way out, sucka.

My show Radio Free Jon made its triumphant return last Friday with Episode VIII, which was a pretty successful show considering I decided to do it just a few hours before I went on the air. There were a couple of technical problems, but overall it was a good and fun show. Thanks to Tainted Meat and Darett for making things run even more smoothly by appearing on the show with my dumb ass. Click the link above or listen to the show on this here page if you wish. Thanks for the support. I appreciate it. Spread the word if you think it's worth spreading.

I wrote and spoke (on the show) about the unfortunate passing of Terrin Durfey on Friday. If you would like to find out more about the man and his music, I have made Boilermaker--his band--my top friend and his foundation page can be found just to the right of it. I have also posted 6 songs on my profile playlist from the great Boilermaker. Listen, and soon you will find out why we are all having such a hard time dealing with this. By all accounts, he was an even better man than he was a musician which speaks volumes.

Speaking of my top friends list, if you're wondering which candidate I support (if I haven't made it clear up to this point) just peruse my top friends list, which I just edited this morning and you will soon have no doubt. I'm looking forward to Tuesday. I have the night off. I hope we know who the President is by Wednesday at 9:30pm Hawaii time because that's when I leave for work. And that will also mean that any controversy is a moot point. Do the right thing, all you little Spike Lee's out there, or I will burn down your pizza parlor.

My sister e-mailed me some survey thing and probably thinks I won't do it, so I will prove her wrong and do it here. Play along with me if you see fit. After this, I will be done. Thanks and enjoy your Sunday and every other day until we speak again. I will be visiting all your beautiful spaces as soon as I get my shit together. Peace.

Which of these things have you done?:

(X) Gone on a blind date

(X) Skipped school

(X) Watched someone die
*I wouldn't recommend it, but I guess it does help you grow up a little.

( )  Been to  Canada

(X)Been to Mexico
*Only for a couple hours, but it still counts.

( )  Been to  Florida

(X) Been on a plane!
*Why is there an exclamation point after "plane"? Are there snakes on that motherfucker?!?!?!?!

(X) Been lost

( ) Been on the opposite side of the country

( ) Been to  Washington , DC

(X) Swam in the ocean

(X) Cried yourself to sleep

(X) Played cops and robbers

( )   Recently colored with crayons

(X) Sang Karaoke

(X ) Paid for a meal with coins only?
*And I still hate when people do it at my job...

(X) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't?

(X) Made prank phone calls?
*We used to do that all the time and it was fucking great. Some of the cheapest entertainment known to mankind. That is one thing we will always have over the cellphone generation. Hard to get away with that shit these days...

( ) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose
*Not really. It's one of those things that almost kind of happens a lot, but never actually happens very often, or something. People embellish.

(X) Caught a snowflake on your tongue

( ) Danced in the rain
*Not really danced, but I've frolicked. I would enjoy doing the horizontal mambo or whatever the teenagers are calling it these days besides "fucking".

( ) Written a letter to Santa Claus

(X) Been kissed under the mistletoe
*Yeah, I'm a romantic. Fuck you.

(X) Watched the sunrise with someone you care about

(X) Blown bubbles
*No, I don't have any pets named Bubbles. Very funny. He was my nephew.

(X) Gone ice-skating
*Does falling down repeatedly count?

(X) Been skinny dipping outdoors
*Why does it say outdoors? If you do it indoors it's called bathing.

(X) Gone to the movies
*Has anyone not gone to a movie?

(X)  Got a speeding ticket

1.  Any nickname? Pooch. Pocho. Veeks. He of the magic penis. Etc.

Fucking Vista.

Long story short, one of my musical heroes dies, along with all the personal bullshit going on in my life (friendships ended, near deaths, illnesses, car crashes, financial crises {fuck the national crisis! i'm being selfish right now}, but I wrote about it and how I'm trying to keep a positive mental attitude in the face of all life's bullshit and I get rewarded by Vista deleting my blog. I can't remember my password, so I can't log on to myspace on Firefox. So I have to use IE because it does remember my password.

But I wrote about 4 or 5 paragraphs on the great Terrin Durfey of Boilermaker fame and how much he meant to me and how much I will miss him. He succumbed to cancer at the age of 34 and it just sucks. His music changed my life. I can say that with absolute certainty.

Luckily, my good friend Ryan, who was the man that introduced me to Boilermaker in the first place, wrote some words about the man, too. And I will post them below.

By the way, I've decided to do an impromptu radio show because, well...I just feel like it and it's been too long. So I will talk about it a bit on there. Join us, won't you? {3pm Pacific; 6pm Eastern} Sorry about the short notice, but I hope to see you there. It would be a nice treat.

Before I show you Ryan's amazing words, I will show you the beautiful words that were posted on Terrin's myspace page for his foundation:

Terrin James Durfey
January 30, 1974 – October 28, 2008

"Terrin Durfey was one in a million.

Terrin's positivity was infectious. He was always unpretentious, always warm. The first to welcome a stranger with a smile, a hardy handshake and a belly laugh. He stayed positive about his condition for it's entirety. He never let it get the better of him. Never backed down.

It's horrible losing someone you love. Being forced to let go. But like Terrin, we're staying positive and remembering the good times, no matter how hard that might be. And we thank the heavens that Terrin was a part of our lives. And wouldn't trade that for the world.

In an effort to alleviate some of the emotional and financial stress that the Durfey family will be facing, please join us in kicking off The Terrin Durfey Fundraiser.

Let's come together, not only as friends and fans, but as family, to support the Durfeys. Your contributions will help the Durfey's through this tough time." 

And finally, here is what Ryan said about Terrin (fucker almost made me cry):

"Mow the lawn. The grass has gotten so long I can't walk through it. Clip your wings; I don't want you to fly away."

R.I.P. Terrin Durfey

I don't even know how I first heard about Boilermaker, but I remember being in the record store (Big B's in Las Vegas, to be exact) browsing the CD racks when I came across "Leucadia," which was Boilermaker's "greatest hits" album, even though they never had any hits. I remember seeing the name Boilermaker and knowing that I had to get this CD, but not knowing why. So, I plunked down my $12.99, left the store, and history was made. I didn't know much about them at the time, so I researched them online as I listened to "Leucadia" over and over, frequently "rewinding" certain parts of songs so I could get the lyrics down. God, the lyrics – so intense, so emotional. And the music – I remember thinking "this is true 'emo' music. This is what kids should be hearing instead of the Dashboard Confessional shit (which was just exploding onto the scene, forever tainting the term 'emo')." Powerful indie-pop songs with such an intense emotional edge. It was difficult not to cry listening to this album. It's even harder not to cry now knowing that Durfey's life has been cut tragically short.

Boilermaker became one of those bands for me that I had to share with the world (and by world, I meant anyone in my group of friends that would listen to me babble on and sit patiently as I played the CD for them), much like Chokebore & Treepeople. And 99% of the people that I turned on to Boilermaker became as enamored with the band as I was. One of the bands I was working with at the time, amber halo, even covered one of their songs live. Boilermaker should have been huge, by indie rock standards. They should have been as big as Built to Spill, and maybe even Modest Mouse (though I doubt MTV and popular radio would have embraced Boilermaker the way they embraced Modest Mouse).

I haven't sat down to listen to one of their full albums since I heard the news of Durfey's passing. I've watched a few YouTube clips though, and those nearly brought me to tears. Listening to his music, it's going to be hard not to think of Terrin's wife and his child, and how their lives have all been forever changed with his untimely passing. And it's going to be tough knowing that we'll never hear any more life-altering music from such a talented man. The world is a much worse place without Terrin Durfey in it. Rest in peace, Terrin.

Couldn't have said it any better myself, Ryan. Thank you. (Though I tried. Fuck you, Vista.)

Americans are known for using silly reasons to arrive at their preferred candidate for the highest office in all the magical land. With W, the famous line was that he would be the President you'd most like to have a brewski with. And some Obama supporters will apparently be selecting Obama-Wan Kanobi because he is totally way blacker than the other guy (cracker).

I must admit, I'm a fan of the man and his soul and his blackness and all kinds of other shit about him. But I still had to go through my important checklist that I run through every four years, before I make at least one of the million most important decisions of my lifetime.

Which candidate would be more likely to participate in bukkake with me?
Hmmmmm.... This one was tough. Obama has that swinger element to his persona, but McCain spent a lot of time in Asia and you know how them Asians love that stuff.

Edge: McCain

Which candidate would be most likely to support my crystal meth habit?
Obama spent a lot of time in Hawaii and here in the islands everyone is all up in arms because this is the meth (or "batu" as it is called here) capital of the free world. Fucking crybabies. To appease his Hawaiian peeps, B-easy might pretend to go against it, too.

Edge: McCain

Which candidate would I rather share a milkshake with? (only one straw)
Old man river's breath probably smells like balls dipped in formaldehyde before being farted on by Louie Anderson. Stare into my starry eyes and dig in, Barack.

Edge: Obama

Which candidate would be more likely to go streaking with me through a girl scout camp site for gits and shiggles screaming "S'mores? Where are the S'mores?!?!?!?"
You would think Obama was a shoo-in for this one, but give McCain a six pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon and I guarantee you he'd be game.

Edge: McCain

Which candidate would I trust to give me a haircut?
McCain is twitchier than Christopher Reeve on Jolt Cola. (Bring it on, Chris Jericho!) I like my haircuts sans headwounds.

Edge: Obama

Which candidate would I rather drive cross country with?
McCain would probably be arguing and fucking with the radio the entire time and would probably shut down and pout for at least a few hours a day until he got his way and after awhile would start reeking like a hobo after soccer practice. But I bet you his stories would be infinitely better and would probably involve the words "hookers" and "blow" more than a dozen times.

Edge: Push

Which candidate probably has the bigger  smaller penis?
At first I was going to go with who has the bigger one, but then the smaller the President's penis is, the better, because there's always a chance you could tell your lady "Look at that thing. That's right, baby. Bigger than the President's!" That would be awesome. If only I knew which one had the smaller one.

Edge: McCain

Which candidate would be better in bed?
No, I'm not gay, but suppose I was stuck on an island in the stream through the desert on a horse with no name until the end of time and we were the only two people there and there was no porn or inflatable/real dolls to be found and you had to have sex with one of the candidates? You'd want to be stuck with the one who was better in the ol' sack. McCain was a POW. You know chick's have probably role played prison sex scenarios with him. That's good enough for me.

Edge: McCain

Which candidate would I rather play naked badminton with?
I don't need to tell you why this is an important issue for me. Fuck you.

Edge: McCain

Which candidate would I put my money on in a Spam eating contest?
Obama is from Hawaii, the crystal meth and Spam capital of the entire galaxy. Suck it, McCain.

Edge: Obama

Which candidate would've been more of a dick to me in high school?
I bet you McCain was cool as fuck before he was raped by Vietnamese trannies. And Obama was handsome and popular and well spoken. He would have hated me. And I would have hated him. 

Edge: McCain

Which candidate would I rather have as my tag team partner in a match against Demolition in their prime?
McCain would be a dirty grappler. He would rake eyes, stomp fingers and bite ears, but Obama's got mad endurance, son and would be the agile high flyer to go along with my swift, strong ground offense. We would be champions for eternity and double team the Fabulous Moolah repeatedly in the locker rooms and Hacksaw Jim Duggan would watch while "sanding" his "2x4".

Edge: Obama 

Final tally: McCain 7, Obama 4

Oh shit. What the fuck am I gonna do now?

I'm writing a book about love. I think it's going to be faster, easier and smoother than finishing my music book, so I think I'll do the love one first and hopefully if that is successful in any way, it will propel me full force into the music book and it will enable me to focus more efficiently on that project. And hopefully by then, I will be more "economically viable", because it's hard to write a book that entails that much research when you have to work a regular job and try to pay your bills and stuff. That always puts a damper on things.

But anyway, I just finished writing a rough draft for the introduction of the book. I posted the introduction for my music book awhile back and it got great feedback. Most of you even said not to change a thing, so who knows, this might be what you see in the book. But regardless, I'd love to hear what you have to say about it. If you think anything needs to be left out or added or edited, or whatever. I really appreciate it. Thanks. Here goes nothing or something or other.

Introduction

I love love. I always have and I always will. It's a wondrous thing. It's a cure-all. Add some love to your life and watch everything else fall into place. It might take some time, but true love almost always comes through. Even if every other aspect of your life sucks, having someone to hold onto when you go home makes everything better. Ah, yes, love… even the word has a lovely ring to it, don't you think? I think it's time to let it take over again. Let it rule. As time goes by, I find myself unable to trust more and more people, but putting my trust in love has always been a fruitful investment.

There are many kinds of love. I love my family and friends, but there's nothing quite like having that one person in the world who gets you and loves you unconditionally and puts up with all the shit that makes you so damn wacky. True loneliness is when your true love goes away for awhile. Or when they don't exist yet. Or when the love that was once there has died. That's because I'm talking about true love again. It bears repeating. The difference between love and true love is like the difference between loving someone and being in love with them. It's been said a million times, but it still deserves mention here.

Having that one person in your life who is your biggest fan is very fulfilling. I love my family and friends, but they will always be there no matter what. It's at least partially due to obligation. Finding someone else in the universe who can't bear to be only your friend and has to have the whole you and is willing to still give you everything that your family and friends give you and so much more is the essential (and difficult) part. I have been fortunate enough to have experienced such loves in my life a few times and once I had my taste of it, I found it more and more difficult to imagine life without it. Love is a four letter word. Love is good. True Love is a ten letter word. True love is perfection.

Don't get me wrong. I can be quite the cynic as it pertains to many an issue and I'm even kind of a loner by nature. If I had to, I could easily live the rest of my life alone. I wouldn't be happy a lot of the time, but I'd surely survive and still be able to find more than enough simple pleasures to keep me going. But the older I get, I realize that it's impossible for me to be cynical about love as a whole. There are times when it's easy to be cynical about it and point out all its imperfections, but I have gotten infinitely more good out of love than bad. Love can kill you, but love can bring you right back to life, too. Love is just too good to pass up. Too good to ignore. Why resist it? Just enjoy it while it lasts and do your best to make it do just that. And if you can't make it last, at least make sure it's not your last one. And for fuck's sake, please learn from your past mistakes. Do love wrong and the only way to get it back on your side is to take care of it better in the future.

Other than the fact that I love talking about it, if I had to find a reason why I'm writing a book about love I'd say it's probably because I'd like to remind someone who doesn't believe in it anymore that it still exists and show those who have yet to experience it and think that they never will that it's a definite possibility and for most people, an inevitable reality. I have met many people in every different stage of life and love who simply don't seem to believe that a real, true, beautiful love can happen to them. My only evidence would be that if someone like me, with all my flaws and fears is able to wrap my head around this love thing, it should be possible for everyone. I think the cynic in all of us tries to talk us out of things and often times, one of those things is love. A lot of people wonder why love isn't working for them, but too many people don't do enough work on it themselves. Sure, you might get lucky and stumble upon it, but you have to put in a little effort if you want to keep it going strong. You've simply got to put in the work sometimes if you want it to work for you.

People often seem to be trying to find reasons not to love someone instead of just giving it a try. They scare themselves out of it. I've seen it. Or sometimes people start second guessing themselves and freak themselves out thinking about why someone loves them instead of just embracing it and enjoying it. A lot of people surely rush into love. That happens all the time. I've seen that, too. But I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about those instances where someone you know truly loves someone and they don't even know it. Or they don't see how much someone truly loves them. Or they won't let themselves get past a certain point. They even almost see it themselves. It's right there. It's so close, but they just can't close the deal, because they're scared or they're just not sure. My only advice would be for you to apply some common sense to the situation. Trust yourself. Look inside of you. You should know if you're really in love or not. If you look inside of yourself and find out that you truly do love this person, everything else really should be secondary. You can overcome anything if you know deep down in your heart and soul that the love right in front of you is as real as it gets.

So why not celebrate it? That's all I want to do. True love can end, but you've got to enjoy it while it lasts. We're going to try and stay away from the things that can make it go wrong and just talk about all the beautiful things that makes it feel so right. To me there is no better feeling in the world. Open your hearts and minds and allow yourself to love, if you so desire to find that unattainable "one" and before you know it, you might just accidentally run into them.

For further advice, it's always a good idea to go back in time and see how our forefathers did it. And what better place to kick off the festivities than with a few classic words of eternal wisdom from our old buddies overseas?: "You can't always get what you want. But if you try sometime, you might just find out you get what you need. And all you need is…love."

That's right. I mixed it up. Love is a mixtape, after all. Love is a battlefield. I even overheard someone say this in a song: "Love is love, love, love is love, love." That's either the most brilliant definition I've ever heard, or the dumbest one. But love makes you do stupid things. Like write a book, for example. You can't stop me now. I've got love on my side.

We had another one of them fine radio programs last Friday. Episode 7, to be exact. It was another great show. Quite possibly the best one yet. Ryan and I talked about Chokebore's landmark album Anything Near Water for a long time and while a few people were probably bored, I thought the segment went really well. Later on in the show, I read a scene from the upcoming Hustler porn based on Sarah Palin (seriously). I hate to toot my own horn, but that shit was pretty high-larious. The show ended with Dave reading some awful "poetry" by the band 311. I wish more people would listen, but I'm having a good time with it nonetheless. A few people really seem to believe in me and the show, which is cool, so I hope it gains some ground and maybe with a little help through word of mouth, or pimping, or whatever, the show could be something really good eventually. But right now we're just trying to have a good time with it and that has worked thus far. Come join us if you can sometime. Thanks.

I've been having kind of a blue week and I don't even really know why. I guess it's a combination of being bored and lonely and uninspired and disappointed in myself and not having anybody to hang out with and writer's block and all kinds of other annoying shit. I don't even know if I'm going to have a show. I have to go to some stupid meeting for work tomorrow and I don't know when I'll be home and if I'll have time for a show or not. I just need more motivation right now and I think I'm going to have to find it in myself. I'm going to start working hard on my book. I really am. Or maybe I'll just eat something. Ugh.

Anyway, here's a player for the last show if you want to hear it and underneath that, some dumb shit I wrote back in the day.

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"Complaints and Grievances"
I can't show my face in Hawaii anymore
They don't know what it looks like
They don't recognize me
The tears have aged me
They don't recognize me
The years have maimed me

I hope pride is on my side
Because all my friends are gone
Don't have anything else left to carry me on
But it doesn't matter, because it's all a lie
I wouldn't be who I am without all the things that have passed me by

Who cares?
I can't whine
It's boring to talk about better times
And worse times are even worse
The ability to bore you was given to me first
And that's why
And that's why
I'm the best at what I do
I'm the best at hurting me
I'm the best at what I do
I'm the best at boring you

So live with me, my girl
Above the sea with me
Where the trees can breathe
And the leaves can see infinitely
The teardrops on your lips
Come live with me above the sea
Your silk-soft fingertips
Melt with me
The trees and leaves and me
Blah, blah, blah, I can't complain

I can't go there anymore
I've been evicted
I don't belong there anymore
My soul has been restricted
So what do you say?
Come live with me today
We'll walk away into the sun
I'll bring an umbrella so you won't melt into nothing
And a cold drink or something
We'll smell the trees and swim the seas
I don't wanna be borin' you no more
I can't be boring you no more
I don't wanna hurt myself no more

[my first published poem: 1/5/01]

Stupid Question

Dissolving again with the rainfall
Melting into the asphalt like I used to melt into you
Blending with the earth like I used to blend with you
The raindrops fall on my face like your teardrops once did
My thoughts soar for what feels like forever
Like the plane ride home on our last day together
Has our love run out of fuel or does it live?
Has it hung on longer than you thought it would?
Do you remember the way my eyes burned for you?
They still do, but the fire is starting to fade
I'd like to think I've just misplaced you
But in the back of my mind, I know you may be gone
I only ripped up your pictures to avenge my heartbreak
I feel like an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire
Although people say it was your loss
The emptiness is ours to share
I've got to have something to hold onto right?
Might as well be another lonely night