Henry Melton wants to stay in Chicago, hopes for new deal

Henry Melton, the best interior defensive lineman the Bears have had since Tommie Harris blew out his knee, has expressed his desire to stay in Chicago to play for the Bears now and in the future.

Henry Melton at the 2012 Pro Bowl with teammate Julius Peppers.  Kirby Lee-USA TODAY Sports

Henry Melton at the 2012 Pro Bowl with teammate Julius Peppers. Kirby Lee-USA TODAY Sports

“Yeah, I’d love to be here long-term.  I like the new coaching staff. It looks like we’re going to be getting back to where we need to be, which is on top, so I’d like to be here long-term. We’ll just see how it goes.”

Melton is also a class act:

“I’m not going to yell about it or anything like that.  I’m just going to come to work, and whatever happens is going to happen.”

Melton had 44 tackles and six sacks last season while only playing in 14 games.  He is the interior rusher the Bears defense has lacked for years and already one of the best in the NFL.

Also of note is that Devin Hester took no snaps with the offense.

“He’ll be spending time totally focused in on being the best returner in the NFL,” said Bears head coach Marc Trestman.

story courtesy of the Sun Times

Trapped, a poem by Aaron J Perez

Today’s poem is a preview from the upcoming Zombies?  Zombies! anthology.  Personally, I never knew zombie poetry was a thing until I decided to accept them for the anthology and received a fair number of entries.  Some were good, some … not so much.  I enjoyed Mr. Perez’s entry and found it ghastly humorous which is all one can ask for in their zombie poetry.

Trapped

It smells in here,
And I’m starving to death,
What a perfect end,
Trapped without breath.

Day 365, 366, 367,
I hope when I die I go to heaven,
Instead I fear I shall become the undead,
Like my friend Wallace, who I shot in the head.
Trapped in a bomb-shelter,
Or as I like to call it tomb,
Only me and Sandy now,
with a baby trapped in her womb

Help isn’t on the way,
I will never see the light of day,
The dead light is all there is too see,
For my turning companion and me. 

I’m down to my last bullet,
And I’m saving that for me,
Got to think of something fast,
Got to kill Sandy before…now I see.

What a splendid idea,
Two birds with one stone,
As soon as she stops breathing,
I shall eat her, flesh and bone.

Day 368, I’m hungry, want more,
Ate every last part of Sandy’s gore,
What else is there to eat in here,
Oh yes, there’s always the baby dear.

Me still hungry,
Feel empty inside,
Want more meat,
Uuuugh.

The Daily Ditty 4.8.13

The year 2005 is one of my personal favorites.  I started the year by traveling to Ormskirk, a small market town about a thirty-minute train ride east of Liverpool, England.  Liverpool, where the Beatles were formed!  I spent four months living there, going to school and traveling often to Mathew Street to visit the Cavern Club and its neighbor the Cavern Pub.

cavernpub

About a month after getting home I found myself working at Books-a-Million for the summer, and it was from there that I discovered the band featured in today’s Ditty.  Thanks to a mutual love of alcohol and live music, a small group of us meshed together that summer and became more than co-workers who were acquaintances.

One of those co-workers was the drummer for a local cover band called Two Way Radio, and the bassist in the band was married to another co-worker.  Over the course of the summer they would play weekly or bi-weekly shows around town and the B-A-M crew would always show up in force.  It was a very fun summer, full of what I grew to call three-day “drinkends” where my fiance and I would go out drinking with our friends every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday night.

We drank a lot of alcohol, spent a lot of money and had a ton of fun.  And we got the majority of our youthful exuberance out in one final blast, as that September we would discover my future wife was pregnant with our first child.

But oh, what a summer.  Because many of those nights were spent at a Two Way Radio show, the songs they played now remind me of that summer.  They played a superb, eclectic mix of covers – from David Bowie and The Talking Heads to Ryan Adams and Modest Mouse.  This week the Ditty will be a miniature Two Way Radio playlist and it starts with Uncle Tupelo.

There were three Uncle Tupelo songs that made appearances throughout the concert and I’ve included them all here.  “Gun” is a fun song that reminds me of Mentos for some reason while “I Wanna Be Your Dog” is surprisingly good to dance to… but then again when you’ve had too much to drink almost anything is surprisingly good to dance to.  “I Got Drunk” could certainly serve as our anthem that summer, but regardless it, too, was surprisingly fun on the dance floor as well.

Between the Lines, a poem by Riley Poynter

From Hoosier Writers 2012 by Riley Poynter

The majority of our population never rises to greatness,
we are destined to answer essay questions
ordained to be known as only
the inerasable pencil.
I am finished with being chewed on, dropped off, and thrown out.
Who remembers the times of our ancestors, the days of our fathers?
Laboring on the front line of literature, quill and ink.
Our numbers have grown,
but we have changed.
We are common items,
no longer tools used to shape a country
No longer are we
Mightier Than The Sword.

 

The Daily Ditty 4.4.13

I’ve been to a lot of concerts, seen a lot of bands both good and bad.  Between the ages of 16 and 22 I went to as many as I could with my friends, with my brothers, with anyone that wanted to go with me.  I loved, and still love, seeing live music.  Live music from a band I greatly enjoy?  It’s superb.

My first concert was a festival called Rockstock 96, thrown by Chicago rock station Rock 103.5.  Rockstock 96 was kind of a downer concert; one-hit wonder Candlebox and old terrible band Cheap Trick were the two headlining acts.  The station got it right the next two years as Rockstocks 97 and 98 were great experiences that I remember fondly, though Rock 103.5 would be dissolved in November 1998.

June1997 to August 1998 was probably the best extended year of concerts for me, personally.  It started with Ozzfest.  I’m not a huge metal fan, or really a fan at all, but that was a great show.  Black Sabbath and Pantera were amazing, and even Marilyn Manson – whose pathetic gimmick I despise – put on a fun show.

Rockstock 97 was two months later.  There were no huge bands at that show – I believe Megadeath and Faith No More were the headliners – but there were enough good bands and good friends with me to make it highly enjoyable.

Two months after that I went with one of my best friend’s boyfriends to another Pantera show that was one of the most insane experiences of my life.

In February of ’98 half of my high school turned out at the Aragon Ballroom for the Black Crowes.  We waited outside in line for about 8 hours in the cold Chicago winter and it was worth it, because we all got front row… most of us also got ridiculously sick, but it was so worth it.

Rockstock 98 was the cherry on the cake.  Another concert where there weren’t any huge major bands – Black Crowes, Creed and Rammstein were the headliners – but still so much fun.

The highlight of the year, however, was seeing the Rolling Stones in September of 1997 at Soldier Field.  Despite crappy nosebleed seats and the weather progressively getting chilly as the evening went on, it was amazing.  The music was amazing, the band was great, even the crowd was awesome.  And eclectic.  There were the college frat boys sitting to the right of us, in front of us a couple of old bikers in leather jackets and beards passed joints with a couple of businessmen in suits.  Behind us an elderly couple would get up and slow-dance every so often.  All around was a motley collection of humanity, and all of us were entranced for a couple hours by one of the best bands the world has ever seen.

Today’s Ditty is a clip of that very same concert at Soldier Field in 1997.  The music doesn’t start until the 4:30 mark and watching a concert via youtube video is nothing like being there in concert, but looking at it brings back memories of how absolutely amazing that night was.

The Daily Ditty 4.3.13

As a young teenager I had what I now consider to be piss poor taste in music.  I listened to pop station B-96 out of Chicago and pretty much whatever my older brother listened to, which was usually gangster rap.  Not that there’s anything wrong with pop music or gangster rap… but who am I kidding?  Pop music is an abomination unto man and gangster rap is mostly made up of guys trying to prove how tough they are through poetry.  But I ate it all up.

I’ll never regret owning Dr. Dre’s The Chronic as it’s a classic but there are some real stinkers in there that I am embarrassed to say I proudly owned as a 13-year-old.  All-4-One, Bryan Adams, Boyz 2 Men, Kriss Kross, Vanilla Ice and MC Hammer (not their one hit wonders, but their follow ups).  I cringe to think of some of my voluntary musical selections back then, but hey, I was a kid.  I dare almost anyone to look back on their middle school music selections and not cringe.

What saved me was a new town away from the ghettos where I’d grown up, and new friends.  One in particular seemed to take it as his personal duty to educate me in the ways of classic rock.  It started with The Beatles.

I was resistant at first, because I felt pretty set in my ways.  But then I listened to the music and something amazing happened:  I liked it.  These guys weren’t just good, they were amazing, and I quickly devoured everything of theirs that I could.  I bought as many of their CDs as I could afford and for a while in my house it was all-Beatles all the time.

It was through the Beatles that I re-educated myself and my taste in music.  Without them, who knows, I might still be listening to I Swear for the hundred thousandth time and sighing over long lost girlfriends.

In honor of the Beatles saving and refining my musical tastes, today’s ditty is my favorite “song” of theirs which really isn’t a song.  Technically its 9 songs put together in one awesomely glorious medley, the Abbey Road medley.  You Never Give Me Your Money, Sun King, Mean Mister Mustard, Polythene Pam, She Came in Through the Bathroom Window, Golden Slumbers, Carry That Weight, The End, and Her Majesty.  All decent to great songs alone but together they are simply amazing.

For the ultimate listening experience, set the video to 720 resolution.  And Enjoy: