Posts Tagged ‘Hunkasaurus and His Pet Dog Guitar’

TeXas Video Showdown and KERA

October 24, 2017

Musea Readers know that I have my problems with both NPR and local stations KERA and KXT for their lack of support for artists.

So I was surprised, when googling my name to find this posted in April of 2015 on the KERA Art and Seek site.

I had sent them a story and link feeling that they would never do anything about it.

Take a look, and know that the TeXas Video Showdown, worst video ever made… on purpose, is still going strong with thousands of hits.

When you go to the link, note that there is a place to add comments. Please do if you would like to support the cause.

Now when I criticize their coverage I have to change, “never covered” to” that one time!”


Spotify Office Mansions

September 30, 2017

Dear Reader,

Spotify is not in it for the artist. That becomes crystal clear when you see their Ivory Tower Offices.

They are not there to pay musicians. They are there to make profit off musicians.
That is legal to do, but musicians need a site that caters to them, not exploits them.
This link let’s you visit the Spotify skyscraper mansions where they pay about 1 million a month in rent.

Here is our option to all this:
There is a way to get fair online compensation for every musician (and every writers, filmmaker, painter, etc.)

Pay for Play. Set up an online pay for play service where clicking on a webpage pays a penny or so to access the work of the artist, musician, writer, filmmaker, architect, dancer, photographer, journalist, etc. This simple step eliminates the entire layer of corporate middlemen, allows any artist of any kind to get compensation, and allows independent media to be free of any ads or sponsors.

When we devise a site for artists, and not the streaming platforms, then things change.

For everything,

My 1,800 Song

August 24, 2017

Composed my 1,800 song last month on July 25.

When I write a song, I write the music first, later the lyrics. This song is just music now. The working title is ‘Take A Breath”. This (c) song, #1800, is pictured below.

When telling people about my compositions, I usually say something like this. Without a hit song you don’t have much of a music career. With one you have one for life.
Just look at all the one hit wonders that YOU know about. Then I add, how many famous musicians do you know that have never had a hit song?

Then I would go on to say this. With all my songs (rock, pop, country, folk, rockabilly, bossa nova, classical, jazz, instrumentals, etc. etc. We can find one to fit your taste. For starters, I’ve got over 200 videos on youtube, 9 CDs streaming all over the net, just look.

Then I would usually add that there are very few good composers out there. 99% of musicians should no more write their own music, then build their own cars to get to their concert hall. I am one of the few that has a proven ‘record’ made over 50 years.

But NOW I say:

That is the current truth with 3 CEOs that control 80% of the music industry. When the world decides music deserves better and has had enough of the way that the music business is now – Radio is just ads, concert tickets are a rip off, the music media is just press releases, awards shows seem fake, online streaming sales never get to the musician, music never changes, always the same few promoted over and over, and there is never news of the alternative to all this – then a hit song will count.

Till that day comes, we can only BAND together to help all musicians. The choice for you is clear – either support 3 old men, or support everyone else.

TeXas Video Showdown hits 3,000

August 10, 2017

Dear Reader,

My musical protest against the 3 CEOs that control so much of music, and for all the rest of the world, has reached another milestone. 3,000 views.
Come view it and help raise awareness. Give me a thumbs up too – that means lifting a finger – literally! Here’s more.

We are told, year after year, to only talk about, support, and buy music from the same 6 or so teen pop stars. The real story is one the music media won’t dare tell you. Music is falling fast, 1% of musicians make 70% of the money, and everyone else is so uninformed that they don’t even know that it’s going on. Yet everyone does know that music is dull, radio is awful, concerts are a rip off, music media never covers anyone really different, and there is never news of anyone against all this! That’s why the musicians in Dallas are against it, and why you never hear about that either!

Hunkasaurus Songbook

May 2, 2017

Some Early Favorites.
(All songs c Tom Hendricks 2003)

Dancing Across the Moon

I’m dancing, dancing across the Moon
I’m dancing, dancing across the Moon
C/mon babe, rocket up and join me soon.

I’m hip, hopping across the Moon
I’m hip, hopping across the Moon
C/mon babe, rocket up and join me soon.

Well I went downtown to the hardware store
Got me some pipes and some tin foil
Put them together and lit the fuse
Headed off into the blue.


Don’t Give Up on Love

On the road to who knows where
Where nobody seems to care
And you ask ‘why am I here?’
Don’t give up on love

Cry your eyes out everyday
Hide out in your hide-a-way
Keep all the world at bay – but
Don’t give up on love

Don’t give up on love
It’ll see you through

One more time and verse to say
Say in time you’ll try again
You may loose or you may win
Don’t give up on love.


Zine World

Zine World, Zine World,
Doug is working overtime
Zine World, Zine World
he and his crew don’t make a dime but
They’ll bring to you an anthology
Of 100’s of reviews of 100’s of zines in
Zine World, Zine World, la la la la la la la.

Zine World, Zine World
Spreading like a Godzilla rampage
Zine World, Zine World
The underground press is all the rage so
Buy a copy and only send cash
We’ll separate the wheat from the shaft in
Zine World, Zine World la la la la la la la.

Zine World, Zine World
All you zinesters send in your zines
Zine World, Zine World
we’ll take a look and say which stink
Then you pick your favorites, you make the call
take your world with a grain of alt and
Zine World, Zine World, la la la la la la la.

* *

I’m Alive

I walk, love to walk
’round twilight, round the block
But I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive… with hope.

I live, in a room
“bout the size of the hut, on Walden Pond
But I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive… with hope.

Say what you will, but I’m all right. I’m alright
I’m alright … with hope.

Simple life. Work hard.
End of the day, I’m tired
But I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive… with hope.

* *


Mortally wounded sails to Ireland
Touches the sleeve of Iseulde and is
Healed but lovesick now… Tristan

Riding horseback with Iseulde
Oaks flashing by like bolting rabbits
Sun rays falling like spears… Iseulde.

Oooooooh, Oooooooh

Vows made,
Echoing off the walls of the cathedral
Smoke spiraling up from the flickering candles
And in the half liight they turn and face for their first kiss … Oooooh.

* *


Everybody’s trying to discover a new comet in the sky
And everybody’s talking ’bout what girl is dating what guy.
But all I want to do is stare into the starry sky above.
And all I want to do is dream about the one I love

Everybody’s talking ’bout the Mars rock that fell from space And every boy and girl has got something that they just gotta say But all I want to do is stare into the starry sky above.
And all I want to do is dream about the one I love

Dreamboat, dreamboat, be mine
Dreamboat, dreamboat, be mine.

* *

How Beautiful

How beautiful Cinderella must have been and
How beautiful in the eyes of her Prince and
How beautiful girls are

How beautiful Hedy Lamar in black and white as
She walks through the maze of the streets of the Casbah and
How beautiful girls are. How beautiful they are
How beautiful in my eyes.

I look around,I look, I look and see
How many variations there can be
How many ways a girl can be – beautiful

How beautiful Kelly Bundy, Christina Applegate as
She does her lines, comedic fun and all that dumb play and
How beautiful girls are, How beautiful in my eyes,
How beautiful girls are.

* *


Stopped at a light behind a small truck
It turned green but there they’re stuck
I thought I’d honk, but instead I’d watch and wait

Up ahead the couple in the cab
Trying to save a love gone bad
Trying to save what was lost and will never return

Heaven help the man, who refuses to change
Heaven help the man, who refuses to change

There was a man who lived alone
Watching TV on his own
A fuse blew and the room turned totally dark

The TV light shrank to a dot
That went out and left a black spot
That he sat and watched till the break of dawn

Heaven help the man, who refuses to change

* *

140 MPH

140 miles per hour
You make me bitter, you make me sour
Say you’re mad in love with me
Well stop this car and set me free

Pull over at the next light and ease that pedal that’s floored and I’ll, I’ll love you more.

3 long days and starry nights
Desert heat and red oil light
Your foreheads hot, the hoods a cloud
Both need water to cool them down

Your eyes are glazed over, knuckles white to the core
And I, I love you more.

Love you more than anybody
Love you more than anyone

So go ahead and drive and drive
Until this malady subsides
Take me there no matter where or when
Hope the gas holds out till then

Speed up and keep passing , we’ve gone to long and too far
And I, I love you more.

* *

AOL Can Go and Tank Tomorrow

AOL Can go and tank tomorrow and I don’t care
I yi yi prefer the indy artist everywhere

Corporate Art can go and tank tomorrow. It’s no big deal.
I yi yi prefer the indy artist . They’re more real

Open up your eyes and see the endless mindless junk
that they’ve foisted on you and me.
Open up your eyes and see the endless mindless junk
a product of soulless corporate greed.

* *

We Are the Kernels

We are the Kernels of the popcorn patrol
We say butter. You can say yes or no.
We have three sizes, medium large or small OH
We are the Kernels of the popcorn patrol

Kernels of the popcorn patrol
Kernels of the popcorn patrol

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Tommy’s Got a Song in His Guitar

Tommy’s got a song in his guitar.
He plays it everyday.
Tommy’s got a song in his guitar
He plays it everway

Winter’s over friend, I get to play again
And show you all of my songs.
They’ve been locked away. And I got to say
They’re a thousand st

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