And somebody named Astaire too. Whit Stillman turned me on to A Damsel In Distress. It is absolutely wonderful.
Friday, December 20, 2013
Thursday, December 19, 2013
I have a massive collection of music. Tapes, records, compact discs, digitized, not to mention streaming radio and so on. I have lots of guitars and a keyboard that I could make music on. But has been the case since my mid-20's I often find myself paralyzed by the choices of what to listen to or play. And I find an entire afternoon has gotten away. Oh well. Time to dance instead.
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Just random nonsense I wrote back in 1987. That was a long time ago. You do the math. I'm like a bad 45 flip side: depressed and kind of feeling morbid. "Put The Bone In" anyone? Although come to think of it the A-side "Seasons In The Sun" is even more depressing. Obligatory Terry Jacks reference. My 1st grade teacher Miss Wilson would play that song almost every day during our nap time before putting on some Peter & The Wolf album. I want to be different this time. Just pretend you don't know me or that I'm Gibby Haynes's brother. Ok. Let everything spin away from my touch. Take a pink pill and try to make a break. Back to New Years Day 1981 walking along Prindle Avenue hand in heart with _____. Years I can't believe who I was. Her hair looked like the Sixties and Abbie Hoffman came by too. [editor's note: I was obsessed with Abbie Hoffman during my early 20's] Pavement was so hot nobody could relax at all. You know what I mean. Gray sky ladies walking by. Nothing like a worn in pair of sneakers. I want to learn about poetry. Tell me why the sky is blue. Why can't I fall in love with you? Blades of grass in your fingers. Dandelions twisted between your toes. Another steeplechase. Got kicked by the Berlin Wall. It all seemed different from the last time. All he knew was he needed sleep. Fast! Damn it. Thoreau: We should be men first, subjects afterward. Waterbugs sulking in a corner. The screenplay "It Came From Mr. Ed!" lies in a crumple pun the tiles. The first scene is a tight closeup of TV Guide then black out. Steadicam moving through the darkness of Mazzio's Pizza and out of the walk-in cooler emerges Doug Camp. Cut to a closeup on punker's mouth screaming. He turns to someone off screen. "This movie really freaks me out. It's so real. Why don't we watch something else." The channel is flipped to a televangelist with a huge pompadour and a bright red suit. "Send me all your money viewers or you will end up in HELL!!!!" The channel is flipped again. The televangelist is now on every station. "Shit! I really need to get cable," mutters the punker. I won't faint when I see your true self. I will accept it. And then I will write about it. The girl with the felt tip shoes left her footprints all over the bouncer's heart. A six pack of Coors beer, pulp novel, and a cold shower and there was nothing left but ink stains. Dawn broke and it sounded like trains.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Tom Littlefield of The Questionnaires wrote that line. The song was "Boomtown" written about mid 80's Nashville. The Ryman was still boarded up - lucky to have not been turned into a parking lot. Nashville was like most of the country. Ahistorical. The past is just a memory. And now that I've probably passed the mid-point of my time on this rock I find more and more things have become just memories. And Littlefield's lyrics come to me. Periodically. A declaration of fact. And left out there unbidden and unwritten - not part of his song - is the mirror opposite that everything I hate is still standing.