Fame, Riches, Groupies and the Red Carpet.

These are all bi-products of hard work.  One can never set out with the intention of obtaining Fame, Riches, Groupies and the Red Carpet without it appearing obvious and “Tawdry” to say the least.

Sometimes those who attain the side effects of hard work without actually working hard will be exposed.  I’m not saying these people cannot eventually show the world hard work, but by then their reputation will have taken a hit and they will have, in the end, cheated themselves out of the true accolades they deserved.

Band Wagon success is no substitute for the original.  I’ll give you two simple examples.  When Blues master Stevie Ray Vaughan died, he not only raised sales at the Fender company, but every two bit guitarist that could play three chords had to own a tobacco sunburst Fender strat and wore a cowboy hat whether or not it suited him and grew a patch of hair above his chin.


Established “has been” guitarists even jumped on the Blues bandwagon.  From communities all over the U.S. blues bands got a shot in the arm.  Albums were released as “Tribute Albums”.  (Cover Albums).

Does anyone remember Jonny Lang or (all three names) Kenny Wayne Shepherd?

Jonnylang             KWS

One can only imagine how many careers were spawned by the death of ELVIS.  Even Asian Elvis’s get a huge applause when they show up with their sequenced jump suits.  Fat guys love doing Elvis.  Everybody with any appreciation for Country, blues or Rockabilly can enjoy that which was Elvis.  My personal favorite are the Flying Elvis’s and the Mexican Elvis aka Elvis Perez.

Real E               Fat E

And Ironically, I believe it was Elvis that created the Pop Icon.  (Fame, Riches, Groupies etc…) It was the easy way to get rich, get noticed and get laid.  If you were from the Ghetto, you wanted to be the next Michael Jordan or even worse, the next “Snoop Dog”.  At least one had talent.


Keep these three things in mind.  Slam dunking does not make you Michael Jordan.  Being able to sing Hound Dog and squeezing a 50 inch gut into a sequenced jump suit and saying: “Thank you very much”.  Does not make you Elvis.  And even if you can smoke the blues on guitar, you’ll never be Stevie Ray Vaughan until the world is ready for another SRV.  Until then, find out who you “really are” because that will never go away.

Finally I must ask: “Do you want fame because you’ve made others happy or is it just your inner desire to be worshipped?

Your Finest Hour


“In the future, everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes” ~ Andy Warhol

“Within everyone lies a genius. Is it fair to judge a fish on its’ ability to climb a tree”? ~ Albert Einstein

“Andy Where’s my 15 minutes” ~ David Bowie

You’ve had the time. You’ve had the power. You’re yet to have your finest hour” ~ Roger Taylor (Drummer for the rock band Queen) from “Radio Gaga”


Ace Andres – On Anthony Bourdain’s “No Reservations”

on the Travel Channel

Do you know who you are? Have you decided what you are? Do you spend your days sitting your ass in front of a computer screen?  Do you take that mind polluting instrument to bed with you?  Do you find yourself becoming more and more a part of the Matrix?

I don’t want to spend the rest of my life reading about other people’s lives. I don’t want to watch the Bio channel and read about when Freddie Mercury told the public he was gay. I want to make my own mark on this life and let my death be the exclamation point. In spite of my daily pain, I’m going to become more than just a pronoun.

We all need to learn how to, love, live, learn and most importantly; We need to leave a legacy.

Have you had your finest hour or was it just 15 minutes of fame? 15 minutes?  “May it never be”. When I was in kindergarten we were all asked what we wanted to be when we grew up. At five years of age, when the other boys were saying occupations like “Policemen”, “Astronaut”, “Firemen”, “Soldiers” and other noble positions, I stood up and said I wanted to be like Elvis Presley. My Teacher was speechless.

I’m still waiting for my finest hour.




Focusing on Death

After being attacked by a spirit or demon, there’s only one feeling I can describe……Helpless. I mean, “What can I do”?


It’s been 4 days since I was carved up by a ghost or Demon named TEX at the Old Washoe Club in Virginia City. The more I try to figure it out the less sense it makes. For those of you who didn’t read about the attack, I’ll give you a short recap. I was challenged to go into an old 150 year old morgue by myself and turn the light out. When I got home that night; I had the name TEX carved into my tummy. It is still there. I’m hitting it aggressively with steroid cream to prevent it from scarring.

But  this whole time I’ve been wondering, why me?  This was my first reaction and it seems the most plausible.  Before my 4 family members and I entered the club, a party of about 12 ghost hunter wannabes in their young 20’s or teens were coming out of the “Crypt” or “Morgue”.  They were laughing and giggling.  They were displaying a very disrespectful attitude for those spirits stuck at the mining town water hole.  I’m sure this aggravated or “Provoked” the paranormal powers.

My family went in next.  There were 5 of us.  My sister was very interested as she’s had paranormal experiences before.  She received a phone call from her father while he was in a coma.  Apparently he dialed collect twice. Later than night he died.  She checked her phone bill and it showed no documentation of any collect calls.  So she is really into the paranormal.  But we were polite, however my brother kept repeating a mantra in an attempt to manifest an apparition.

My brother, whom I had met for the first time in my life (That’s a whole different story) and I had just driven 550 miles the day before to visit our mother’s grave site.  He only met our mom once as he was adopted as an infant.  He wanted to visit her grave.  So on my birthday he flew out west from Michigan and we had a spontaneous “Road Trip” (About 275 miles each way) all in one day.  It was 8.5 hours of driving but a great way to get to know each other.

I, as you may or may not know am a Christian that is open to Theosophy.  It’s the why or how behind the what.  I believe as Thomas Jefferson said: “Question boldly everything, even the very existence of God for if there be one, he would surely pay homage to logic than blind fear”.  I believe in the Holy Trinity and the New Testament.  I believe in my translation of the scriptures.  (As read with an open mind).  So when I was in a place that was known for harboring demonic entities or human spirits that had crossed over, I had no fear as I “clung to my belief system”.  I felt the Holy spirit would protect me.  I did not pray for protection as I pray everyday for forgiveness, blessings for health and good abundance.  So when I arrived at home with TEX carved into my abdomen, I felt a bit let down by my spiritual back up.

My best friend when I was a teen became a Lutheran minister.  He advised me to give it a week.  Continue to wear my Crucifix, and if it has not gone by Saturday, to go see a Catholic priest.  They are trained in Demonology.  I don’t feel like I brought anything home with me except something’s name on my tummy.

And to finish off the Irony; We watched the movie “Ghost” tonight.  I found it sad at the end because I couldn’t help but wonder how Patrick Swayzy’s family feels when they see their boy filming his death scene.

I’ve had lots of questions from the local news station to fans of the TV show “The Dead Files”.  Many who are attracted to the paranormal because they’ve had paranormal experiences.  Very few have been scratched or in my case, autographed.  They all can’t imagine how it feels.  I can’t either.

My best answer is: “What can I do”?  I’m partly in denial, and am treating it like I picked up a tick and I’m ignoring the possibility that it could be the work of a demonic creature.  I think I’m less concerned because I have faith in God.  After all of life’s let downs, I know God will not forsake me.  I also know that the demons are stronger than man.  But they fear Christ, The Father and the Holy Spirit.

Do I think it was a stupid thing to do?  In retrospect; No.  I was curious.  I wasn’t testing my faith, I was practicing my faith.  Perhaps God picked the strongest of the family to be attacked.  I was questioning the existence of spirits and other entities.  Do I hold a grudge against The Holy Spirit for allowing TEX to cut me? Not at all.  In fact, I prayed to God to forgive TEX and prayed to the Arch Angel Michael to guide TEX into the light.

Life is about love.  Love comes in many manifestations. Love can hurt and love means forgiving.  The Bible is full of examples where we need to show forgiveness in order to be forgiven.  I know I am far from perfect.  We know that the Bible is full of sacrifices.  Christ, (God in human form) gave his human life for our spiritual lives.   Am I freaked out? No.  I’ve learned a great lesson from this and it has strengthened my belief system.

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Three days later

My Ghost Attack

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I don’t know how to begin to explain this.  To those who think ghosts or spirits don’t exist, all I can say is if you are EVER in a place known to be haunted, SHOW RESPECT!

My story starts out when my brother arrived last Wednesday night to visit me for my Birthday.  He’s a Paranormal Fan and I myself get pleasure out of watching Zak, Aaron and Nick (Ghost Adventures) trying to document Ghosts.  I can say a Ghost documented me.  Stick with me, it’s an incredible yet enigmatic story that isn’t even 24 hours old yet.

Chart to VA City

It was my bright Idea to drive to Virginia City in the State of Nevada.  That’s where the Ghost Adventure Crew shot their documentary and caught a full body apparition on film.  Where did they catch it?  The Old Washoe Club in Virginia City NV.  It was so legit that channel 4 from Reno NV sent a crew with Zak on his 2nd trip and NBC cameras caught a brick being thrown.  And of course the debunkers were debunked by cinematic forensic investigators.  In other words, they said the film was legit.

But with stuff like this, you’ll always have doubt until it happens to you.  Regardless of whether we saw a ghost or had “an experience”; I thought it would be a nice drive up to the old mining town.  Virginia city is not easy to find.  To make matters worse, if you’re from California or any other state that spends lots of money on infrastructure; you’ll hate the lack of directional signs.  So just getting to Va. City was a challenge.  Now let me say that I’ve been told that I’m “Clairsentient”.  Unlike a Clairvoyant who can see the future, I get a feeling when something is going to happen.  I think we all have it, but some of us are just more “Full of it”.  I first noticed my gift in October of 1989.  I looked out a huge window and said: “Looks like Earthquake weather”.  At 5:17PM, The Loma Prietta Earthquake leveled much of the San Francisco Bay Area.  I just felt it in my gut.  Many call it a “Gut Feeling”.  I pay attention to mine.

On the way to the Washoe Club, my stomach started getting sick.  And NO I’ve never gotten motion sickness before.  I use to ride a destroyer in the Navy.  I was in the wake of Typhoon Pamela on a Westpac tour.  I never got motion sickness.  So I know it wasn’t the car ride.  Besides, I was driving.

Desert Ghost

This is the first Ghost I ever took a picture of.

So we get to Virginia City and find a parking space.  We go right to the “Old Washoe Club”.  It’s not hard to find.

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We went inside and I was quite disappointed because they have a banner that hangs outside that says: “As seen on Ghost Adventures”.  I felt that really detracted from the authenticity of the establishment.  So I got an attitude about this place.  I thought it was more of a carnival than a real haunted site.  When you walk in, it has a list of “Tours” you can take, of course a T-shirt shop, but a good old Bar up front.  There was a guy there that looked like me. (Long black hair) And I said, so what’s this place all about?  He said well this is where Zak and Ghost adventures all started.  He said you can take the tour upstairs for 8 bucks or just order a drink and you can go in the back where the Morgue or “Crypt” is.  The Crypt is a place where they use to stack dead bodies during the snow.  It’s reportedly quite HAUNTED!

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So I bought a bottled water and drinks for my party of 5 and we proceeded to the back of the parlor.  As we went into the back, a tour of about 15 people were coming out of the Morgue giggling and mocking the spirits, then checking their cell phones to see if they got any “ORBS” or apparitions.  I thought it was a joke.

Shortly after they vacated the Morgue I went in with my 4 family members.  It was suddenly cold and eerie.  The room was made of Rocks and there was a small table with a lamp and a stack of cards on it.  The lamp lit up the room.  So we did the camera thing and my brother was trying to use the “Law of Attraction to summon a spirit”.  We were all pretty underwhelmed.  We said “Meh” and left the Crypt.

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As I was walking out, a lady came out of nowhere and said to me: “Have you been in there with the lights out?  Alone?  I said, “Uh NO”!  She said try it.   So I thought, what the hell, I’ll play. So I went back into the morgue after I got my cell phone camera ready; and I reached for the lamp and turned out the light.  I backed up so I could get some panoramic shots of the Crypt.  I took two pictures and I heard two low frequency rumbling sounds.  I will admit, I was really scared and exited the crypt.  It sounded like the vibration was right next to me.  But still being skeptical, I went back in and continued to shoot in the dark.

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I went back to the Bar and asked one of the staff, what’s that low rumbling sound?  Are there hot water pipes or toilet pipes that run along the back wall?  They said, there’s nothing back there except the fire sprinklers and they’re above you and if they move, you’re going to be sprinkled on.

So the staff was curious and went back with me.


So after the excitement of anticipation wore off, we decided to take a walk up and down the street to see the antique shops that were about to close up.  I looked down at my gold dog tags which I wear around my neck and one tag had been mangled*

*Let me explain.  I still have my chain from the Vietnam war.  The tags are custom made because the original dog tags had my Social Security Number on them.  You don’t want to lose those.  So I had a new pair made out of brass and they have what are called “Silencers” around them.  They’re black rubber frames that keep the tags from making noise when approaching the enemy.  You wear two sets of tags.  One set your squad leader grabs to put in his pocket when you’re dead (This goes on the long neck chain) and the other (which is on a small chain that attaches to the big chain) goes around your right big toe for body I.D. in the old days, they use to put them between your front teeth and kick them to wedge them in.  (I know TMI)


When we were out of the Washoe Club, I looked down at my Tags and my tag that was on my small chain was tampered with.  The silencer had been taken off.  I must add that in addition to the 2nd tag, I also wear a crucifix.  (A Christian Cross).  So my tags being messed with was the only thing that was unusual about the trip to the Haunted Old Washoe Club.

Until I got home.

Before bed, I hung my tags up on a hook on the wall and I took my shirt off before calling it a night.  Remember, I wear my dog tags on the OUTSIDE of my shirt.  (No skin contact) When I looked down at the area where my dog tags were, I saw a scratch.  I thought it might have been a bug bite from the mountains.  So I looked at it in the bathroom and it looked like lines that had been scratched into my skin around my abdomen.  I said “Meh” and put some Cortisone ointment on it and didn’t think anything of it. (Even though it was in the same area that my dog tags were hanging)  This morning when I woke up (And as I’m writing this 21 hours later) the scratches were still there in spite of the Steroid cream.  So I took a picture of it.  Apparently an upset spirit or ghost named “TEX” wrote his name on my stomach.


Click on the image to see the Ghost’s autograph.  And NO IT’S NOT PHOTO SHOPPED!


“So Long Suckers”


The title of this article was not written by me.  I had received an email from Fox News with a link inviting me to watch former Press Secretary “Jay Carney” give his last speech from the Podium “Live”. This included the set up of the cameras and the press taking their seats.  As you can see in the photo above; the press is assembling prior to the speech.  There was a voice over the intercom that said: “2 Minute warning“. When this happened there seemed to be laughter in the room for some unexplainable reason, THEN I heard one reported shout: “So Long Suckers” as if he were mocking Jay Carney.

ADD Carney

I can’t say I’ll miss this worm.  He wasn’t nearly as fun to watch squirm as his predecessor Robert Gibbs.

Robert Gibbs

There were times when you could read Gibbs’ mind: “I can’t keep lying for this despot”  I believe when Obama decided to give up the Taliban Dream Team, even the weasel Jay Carney couldn’t handle a (finally) hostile press crew.  There were times when Carney had put his head down and rubbed his hand against his forehead in the same, “I can’t keep lying for this creep” motion reminiscent of Robert Gibbs.

It’s easy for a scumbag like Susan Rice to go out on the Sunday Talk shows and deceive America with impunity.  She has the Genetic Make up that lets her believe her own lies.  It’s harder for guys like Carney and Gibbs to go out time after time and cover Obama’s “Scandals”.  When the press secretary starts to say: “I’ll have to refer you to the IRS for that answer” You know he doesn’t want, or doesn’t have an answer for that question.  Watching someone try to lie the administration’s way out of a smoking gun situation just isn’t worth the humility and what shred of dignity they might have had.  I believe this is why people start re-signing.

I believe this is the president’s new press secretary.




Marriage – The Paradox


I was thinking back on my 1st marriage. I married at the very young age of 23. Like I said in previous posts;my parents both died before I was 21. One of the things you really want (and I quote Kurt Cobaine) is that security of a normal family. Many times Kurt references “Not being this happy since I was 7”.(the age he was when his parents divorced). So I will go on record as saying that I really missed the comfort and security of having undeserved love. But what I didn’t realize was that it takes an adult to give undeserved love.

A close friend of mine told me that when she divorced her first husband, she had no children and it was boyfriend and girlfriend breaking up.

When you marry in your early years (before 30) you are still carrying your sibling thoughts and motives with you. Even worse, if you’re an only child, god help your spouse. I’ve noticed many things that I do now in my mid-life years that I couldn’t dream of doing 30 years ago. I mean I just wasn’t that thoughtful. And my ex-spouse was even less thoughtful. I was a sucker and she knew it. I don’t know at what point it is in a relationship when you start worrying about wanting to make the relationship work. Until you do, most young couples are like sexual siblings running a household with mom and dad gone on vacation. Simple things like wondering “who’s turn it is to clean the cat litter”. At some point of maturity, you just do it and don’t worry about the last time your partner did it.

Young marriages can’t see the big picture. Most aren’t ready to raise children let alone themselves, and think that marriage is a “sexathon”. Well until one or the other gets tired of it. The sex is mostly physical. I know some readers are reading this thinking:”what else is there?” ……….pssst “spiritual”

The concept of marriage and procreation is so ironic. It’s a downright paradox. The younger you are, the more energy you have for pursuing your goals. You also have the ability to work a job while being up all night with a child with a stuffy nose. On the other hand you don’t know crap about raising kids. Hopefully you’ll have well intending parents that can teach you the importance of creating wealth.

The older you are when you marry, the more respectful you become of your spouse. You see this other person as someone that demands respect and not a sibling you can try and get one over on. Raising children takes on a different demeanor as you have more patience and can predict behavioral responses. On the other hand, If you have children much past 45, you’re going to orphan them sooner than had you gotten married at 25. This also is not fair to your children.

It reminds me of an old Mark Twain quote: “Youth is wasted on the young”.