Mark Shaw

My friend Mark Shaw just passed away recently.  He was a part of my life.  Sometimes major, sometimes minor but since my senior year in High School he’s been a part of it.   Even if we weren’t hanging out at the time he’d be a part of stories, memories and influences on my life.  Lord knows plenty of times we rubbed each other the wrong way but always we’d end up laughing and talking crap about the rest of the World again.

 

Mark loved everything about sleep except waking up.

Mark and I had plenty of terrible adventures.  We’ve been nude on stage together.  We’ve dealt with German bands at seedy hotels in Dallas together.  We’ve been in car wrecks together.  We’ve seen Crazy Dave’s new tattoo float by us in the pool together.  We’ve worked together.  We’ve puked together.  We’ve burned a diary together.  We’ve ruined relationships together.  Hell, sometimes the best thing was that we played Contra together.

I miss him.  I will say I took it for granted that he was going to be kicking it around up here in Northeast Tarrant County as long as I was.  And that is all I’ll say along those lines here.

I will also say Mark touched a lot of people in his life.  He was a drummer and became a damn good one over time.  His personality made an impression on anyone that was around him for any amount of time.  Almost like a brother, being asshole/close friend 60/40 or 40/60 % of the time.  His travels and touring spread the magic that was Mark.  People states away…  people countries away from his home on Bandit Trail had stories about Mark that they will tell for years to come.

I wish there was one way to sum up Mark.  To show what he was, what he meant to so many.  These two videos do give a bit of a sight into him but there is so much more to say…

I miss you Mark.  I’m glad I was able to speak at your funeral and I sure as hell would have gone a lot longer and added juicier details if it was just friends there.  Hell, I could have gone on longer even without the details.  You were a rich part of my life and it is hard to believe and it hurts to know you’re gone.  You gave me a lifetime of stories to tell and I shall tell them.  Just like everyone you touched.

I love you brother.

p.s.  “Here’s your Igoo!”

Johnny 5 gets confused on which is his…

He gets exicited when I attempt Breakfast Dagwoods…

It’s all because of his drinking problem at the old apartment…

Look, I don’t know what he poured for himself…

But my roommate has a plan to help us all…

 

Computer screens for all toilets!

The People That Time Forgot.

Guess what was on Cinemax for the last hour of work this morning…

Yes, The People That Time Forgot, and I was able to finish watching it when I got home…

Or read it, if need be…

Edgar Rice Burroughs has a special place in my heart, or maybe it’s the dinosaurs in his stories…  Well and aliens on Venus and Mars…  and I liked John Carter…  and…

 

9/12 Scandomness

Wonder Woman stole Captain America’s shield!

The reason gas prices are high.

Just found this calender today… weird.

First World problems with my stage blood.

Worst zombie tale ever.

 

 

Drunk Christmas in September…

I was digging around the interweb and found out this song existed…

John Denver had issues.  And then it lead me to this:

Why am I thinking about Christmas right now?  Damn you Internet!!!

Only the Hulk can save me now!!!

What does that even mean?

 

The strangest Arthur Adams cover ever…

HMANnaa…  daaaarrr…  what in the crap of Hell?

Screw the Blockheads, Gumby… YOU’RE IN HELL!

Wow, I really want to read this comic.

Oh, and I need to write about MST3K again…

 

This has been yelled at me…

“Why all these white folk in my house?”

It wasn’t actually his house, it was a bar.  And it wasn’t actually the guy above it was Big Time:

“I bought the whole Interweb for $10,000!!!”

Ah, Big Time, a man of many loud words and many cheap products that he’d try to sell you.  More on him later…