John Cage resuscitating me haiku
I'm 10 and dreaming
I lie on pavement with severe injury,
John Cage gives me mouth-to-mouth.
I slip him tongue. Chicka-boom.
I'm 10.
I'm 10 and dreaming
Now I can't think of anything to say. Here's an old haiku:
"... I think I'm going Crazy
Cows looking at me
Has anyone seen this movie with Bob Dylan, John Goodman, Jessica Lange, Mickey Rourke---and, oddly, Penelope Cruz and Jeff Bridges? It just came out on DVD and has got to be the worst film I've ever seen, though some of you may disagree. Bob Dylan can't act---but, then, I'd worry if he could---and it was just full of all this trite, philosophical bullshit. It just tried way too hard. John Goodman and Jessica Lange held the damn thing together--and that's not saying much.
john and drew are downstairs jamming (jammmm-n sounding like, well, like they haven't played in a while) and barbara and i are upstairs drinking cosmopolitans and i see this post about john kerry (A.B.B.) having penned a song called "Cows On Parade" in 1961 and didn't Andy Boy do a song called Cows On Parade (i type as i spill my cosmopolitan into my keyboard) i don't believe it for a moment. blogangrandizment indeed!
BBC WORLDWIDE (DATELINE Madison, WI)
chomping a deer leg
Shane and Lucky made
Man, Just stumbled into this website, but I remember Donnie Poole dragging me off to Mike and Lynn's one day and forced me to listen to this song.
Bush has been getting alot of broadcast play over his dental exam (as well as saddam, now that you mention it) at an air force base in ALA-bythegraceoftheoneandonlygod-BAMA. but honestly, in perspective, i feel relieved he wasn't checking in over a bout of genital warts or hemmoroids.
Brook is still silent
The eve of the Roman feast of Lupercalia. Naked youths would run through Rome, anointed with the blood of sacrificed dogs and goats, waving thongs cut from the goats. If a young woman was struck by the thong, fertility was assured. Pope Gelasius I decided this was a bit too much, and co-opted the Roman holiday to be the Feast of St. Valentine in 484 A.D.
Looks like Phils finally gotten in on the joke. Now I'll have to find another pompous windbag to annoy...where did you say Brook has gone again..? (Kidding...kidding...)
Still whining after all these years, eh Phil? Are you by chance suggesting that our presence in your "Listening Room" (Listen to that...its the sound of horseshit hitting the old dusty trail) somehow jeapordized the integrity of, or lowered the value of, your bar? We LOVED your place, Phil. Why do you think we showed up and payed those outrageous covers? And PLEEEASE dont give me any crap about paying your overhead...I DONT CARE...15 dollars to see Webb Wilder is simply TOO FUCKING MUCH TO PAY, regardless of how many loans you had taken...But pay it we did, repeatedly...One part of my story you seemed to have overlooked is the fact that you were tossing ME out of your bar even after I had been beaned with a Molson bottle..and the guy who hit me just sailed merrily on...you didnt even TRY to figure out who did it...and didnt check to see if I was okay...I WAS, but I very well could have been injured...and you gave not a whit, you just wanted us out of your bar before we could anger another of your preferred customers...hmph, should have sued your happy ass...thats what you thought of us and thats why we treated you the way we did, in a nutshell...and you reacted to it so WELL...Honestly, I believe you were much too high strung to be in the business you were in...The Down Home has never been more vibrant and alive as it was in those days...you were on the cutting edge Phil!...you had to be dragged there kicking and screaming, but for one brief shining moment, there you were. Then it was back to Doc Watson falling off his tractor. Plop! Oh, how endemic of the condition of the noble Appalachian man! Wait, he's getting up again...PLOP!...Oh, brilliant! Bravo I say...BRAVO!!
Well gosh I thought I felt my ears burning.
Well, I'm wondering where all the blog women have gone, especially since there aren't many of us to begin with. I think I'll write a song, but not now.
Opps, it appears I was wrong yesterday. Actually the released record shows that Bush served 14 days from 5/72 thru 4/73, with a span of 5 months in which he did not report for service. Also, he was to serve 15 days plus one weekend per month, not 37 days. My bad, sorry George. But I am still confused as to how 14 = 39. Is that some of that no child left behind fuzzy math I keep hearing about??
Bush has now released his service record that shows he drilled with the National Guard a total of 9 days from 5/72 thru 5/73. He owed 37 days for this time period apparently. This was released to prove that he was not awol. I'm confused.
A father watched his daughter playing in the garden. He smiled as he
Ya know, back when Clinton was President, you never heard of entertainers exposing themselves during the Super Bowl Half-time show..... is this the a sign of the moral decay and degeneracy we are experiencing from Bush??? (and don't try to blame Clinton, he was not even in office when the Half-time show started!)
Here's one I heard recently. By the way, has anyone seen or heard from Brook?