Review: Marty McKay’s New York City Dreams


Marty McKay is back with a follow up to his last album, Sin’s Disciple, and this time he’s focused on the greatest city in the world: New York City. Set to release in February (with videos on the way) you can expect an end-to-end trek from arrival to New York to finding love to going insane, because that’s just what happens here! Seriously, people are insane, it’s the best…



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Marty McKay


New York City Dreams (February 2017)





15 Favorite Songs Of D-Bags


We know the songs, we know the audience. Whenever I hear the opening of one of these tunes I look around and say a little prayer, hoping no douchebags are around. Oh, the horror when these songs are played! These are the absolute worst songs loved by douchebags.

So many songs have been ruined by d-bags. Pretty much any song by The Black Eyed Peas or George Thorogood could make the list, but didn’t make it. That’s how strong this list is, even Thorogood doesn’t make it. Douchebags love to announce their music, especially if it’s a punk rock or indie band and is announced as “you probably have never heard this one” – major d-bag move. Other songs that just missed the mark are Pearl Jam’s “Evenflow,” a song that really hasn’t held up and is the epitome of an early radio hit that no longer represents the band.

Sure, I could have included “The Sickness” by Disturbed, but then you would have to hear another Tampa strip club story, it’s like I have a hundred of these stories, right? Anyway, other songs that missed were “Back Door Man” by The Doors and “Stairway To Heaven” by Led Zeppelin, both loved by douchebags, but also loved by non-douchebags so let’s just be cool with these tunes.

We’ve got lots of eighties, some weak-ass R&B, and too much New Jersey. I didn’t even bring Bruce Springsteen into the conversation – that’s too much New Jersey! Put in your ear plugs, here come 15 songs that only douchebags like.

15 Models Told They Are Too Fat


Body shaming isn’t just for us common folk. Even models are impacted, sometimes in much more humiliating ways. Here are 15 models that were deemed too fat to model.

Longevity in the modeling industry is tough enough; you typically have a set number of years where you can capitalize on your figure and looks. Models go up a size and their career is over, or worse yet, they are told they are too fat and are let go on the spot. Model Katie Willcox was a size 10 and got down to a size 6 in order to book jobs for catalogs. Unable to keep it up, she threw in the towel and started her own agency that focused on healthy models versus super skinny models. Even Heidi Klum was deemed “too big” to be a runway model. She was told she was too heavy and had too big a chest to do fashion shows. She admits that the clothes never really fit and decided being a Victoria’s Secret Angel and featured in Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue was enough for her. What about Lara Stone, a size 4? Yes, she has also been told she’s too fat. In one case, she was asked to wear a corset to make her look thinner because she had become too curvy.

We’ve got models that got fat, were told they were too big their whole career, and even their butts were deemed too fat for modeling. After all the eating disorders, dieting, and trying to hide their fat, it didn’t matter, they were all called too fat to model. Here are 15 models too “fat” to continue modeling.

Guys I Love: Confident Airline Pilot Guy

Welcome to Guys I Love, it’s pretty self-explanatory, it’s the opposite of Guys I hate. Got a guy you love? Drop me a comment – we probably love a lot of the same guys.


Most airline pilots stick with the basics – the weather, time duration and the gravel voice. Regardless of what is happening they are under control and want you to know “they got it.” It takes a special mindset to fly a commercial jet and having confidence is a good skill to have. This past week I flew for the holidays and was reminded of this when our pilot commented on the gate. He was going through the typical weather, time, etc… when he says “….and we’ll be pulling into gate C18”, he paused and then added, “it’s a good gate.” I love that! Hell yeah I want to know our pilot likes the gate he got. What if it was C17? Would he had apologized for it being a hell hole? I will probably never know, buy I did love the confident pilot and how he felt about our gate. “Oh, and by the way folks we are coming in to gate C18 – it’s a fucking great gate, you’re really going to enjoy it!”

Twas The Night Before…

Originally posted as part of the Rockstar Ramblings at


The date: December 24, 1988
Location: Southern California

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the rock world
Not a guitar was sounding, not even a chord.
The bandanas were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that even more bandanas soon would be there.

The groupies were passed out, all snug in their beds,
With visions of DIO, dancing in their heads.
And Axl wearing his boxers, and Slash in his cap,
Had just settled their lawsuits, shot up, and decided to nap.

When out on the tour bus there arose such a clatter,
Bret Michaels sprang from his bed of whores to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
There he saw one of his whores, running away with his cash.

Ozzy was barking at the moon at the new-fallen snow
Nearby, Tommy Lee had just run out of blow.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
A presence of Santa, with drugs coming out his ears.

From the commotion it was clear that this Santa was not quick,
There was a moment it appeared he might get sick.
More rapid than eagles, his friends, they all came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Jack! Now Jim Beam! Now Jose where are thee I call!
On, Budweiser! On, Guinness! On PBR and oh, he almost fell!
Drinking on top of the porch! Spilling on top of the wall!
Now he drinks them down! Down all the way! Down with all!”

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The sound of a drunk Santa in a very soiled suit.
As I drew in my head, my face almost caved,
When down the chimney it wasn’t St Nick, but Diamond Dave.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with cigarette ash and soot.
A sack of presents and case of beer he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, when he pulled out the flask of Jack.

His eyes-how they were bloodshot! his beer breath how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his bleeding nose like a cherry!
One of my presents, Cocaine in a bowl.
Dave immediately tried some, leaving some on his nose.

The stump of a hash-pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad smile and ripped abs for a belly,
Strange I would put that, instead of a bowlful of jelly!

He spoke not a word, smiling a lot while at work,
And filled all the bandanas, and also some sleeveless shirts.
A pinch more coke, laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, a smile, and up the chimney he rose!

He finished the eight ball, then slipped and slid off the roof,
Looks like no 1989 tour, only a lawsuit.
But then I heard him laugh, as he rose up into sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

15 Body Builders That Got Way Too Big


Bodybuilding is rich in history and still popular today. The biggest difference between then and now is the level of competitiveness. Trying to gain any advantage is necessary in order to compete in the current bodybuilding environment, leading many to explore alternative approaches such as hormone supplements, steroids or excessive diuretics. Sometimes this exploration leads to major issues including death. Here are bodybuilders that went too far trying to create, in their minds, the perfect body.

Oli Cooney is a tragic bodybuilding case and although he didn’t make this list is worth mentioning. Starting at the age of 16, Cooney started openly taking steroids and despite warnings by doctors he was dead by the age of 20. If the doctors’ warnings weren’t enough, the heart attacks (2) and strokes (3) really should have put a damper on his workout plan.

In 1972 Steve Michalik was named Mr. America and in 1975 he won the title of Mr. Universe. These victories came at a price, the price of extensive steroid use that would cause liver, heart and kidney issues, eventually leading to his death at the age of 63.

It’s time to flex our minds and see who the truly shocking bodybuilders that went too far are. Keep in mind these are exceptions and I guess also a potential tale of caution to those just entering this sport. We’ve got death, murder and an exploding bicep. You read that correctly, we’ve got an exploding bicep, folks! You may never want to go to the gym again. Here are 15 bodybuilders that went too far…

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Guys I Hate: Grocery Guy Who Doesn’t Understand Tacos

Welcome to Guys I Hate, it’s pretty self-explanatory. Got a guy you hate? Drop me a comment – we probably hate a lot of the same guys.


I was in a grocery store today and wanted to buy ingredients for tacos. I got my lettuce, tomatoes, salsa, guacamole, cheese and meat. Last item was the “taco kit”, you know shells and seasoning. All the store had was shells, no “kits” which is not a problem assuming they had seasoning, but I didn’t see it…so reluctantly, I asked a grocer where I could find the seasoning. He pointed to the shells and said that’s all you need, just put meat in there. I looked at him and explained that the meat needs seasoning and he shook his head again, no seasoning, just meat. God I really hated that guy. I don’t know if he was serious, lazy or just didn’t give a fuck…one thing is for sure, this guy knew nothing about tacos. I hate anyone that doesn’t understand how tacos work…