Wednesday, September 01, 2010

weird...
a wave of ignorance
sweeps across the land
charlatans scream with
cross in hand instill
fear
in the faithful
explaining who's to
blame
blaring from the radio
television
pulpit
we all know who the
culprits are
the ones with enough money
to wash away all their sins
stash away all the winnings
all
fools
gold
the soul carries nothing
into the next world
a hole will contain the
vessel or it be scattered to
the wind
and those left living will do
just that and perhaps we can
peek in from the other side
now and then
maybe a nudge
a cool breeze
a faint whisper
a sudden mysterious smile
am i hoping
to be a trans-dimensional voyeur?
it is a thought that has occurred to me...

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

rain in the desert smells like nothing else....

Monday, August 23, 2010

the reasons are many why i don't
visit here as often as i should
as often as before
and all of them bullshit...
...spend a lot of time just staring
into space when i could could be
expounding here on this, that and
the other thing, whatever the other thing
might be...
...been reading four books at the same time
and i suppose my brain has been on input mode
which is bullshit reason number one
bullshit reason number two is that i've been
playing bass a lot...i go through phases where i
don't practice at all and other times when i spend
three or four hours with bass in hand...this is one such
phase...
bullshit reason number three concerns the real debris
of life that gathers round the opening in my brain that
lets the creative stuff emerge...
...and then there is the just plain ol' downright lazy part,
the realest reason of all...

...and if nothing else
i must prevent Pixie from posting any more
Charlie Daniels videos ;-)

***ATTENTION PLEASE***

I have become overwhelmingly aware of the lack of presence of one Sir Soul Pumpkin and I know I am not alone in this observation.

I feel drastic means are in order to bring to his attention that he, and ONLY he can fill the void that is Great Aunt Cleo's Hatpin... that it is not only his duty to do so but that his honor is at stake. In a radical effort to accentuate this point I have resorted to this:



*grinning*

(Gotta run... time to hack Marmy too)

Sunday, July 04, 2010

over the decades i have played thousands of gigs in every venue imaginable, high school dances, teen clubs, ice skating rinks, splendid theaters, seedy road houses, smoky juke joints, posh restaurants, rock clubs, jazz clubs, blues clubs, country bars, coffee houses and even once at a hospital for the criminally insane...
...during this time i have received many wonderful compliments on the music that i have made with my partners in musical crime, but this friday past was paid a compliment that nearly made me cry and gave me goosebumps on a hot arizona night...a gentleman (who i know to be a cancer survivor) came up to the stage at the end of show and shook my hand and said, "Every time i listen you your music, it adds years to my life."
...i was gob-smacked...speechless...all i could do was jump down from the stage and give him a big hug...no words could have sufficed...
...i will remember this to my dying day...

Friday, April 16, 2010

yet another strange dream
saltines had come to life
and were milling about the
kitchen counter top with
tiny signs clutched in their
newly-sprouted hands and
upon closer magnified inspection
it was revealed that the placards
bore hateful, racist, homophobic
diatribe (much of it misspelled)

what was one to do?

calmly threw them into
a bowl of tomato bisque
and ate them

i think this means something...

Sunday, April 11, 2010

pub vignettes

a cornucopia of human beings tonight
young lovers
old lovers
straight, gay and otherwise
lovers
multi-racial, ethnic, generational gatherings
drunken jocks working on a third pitcher
deriding stoners with the munchies
as a plate of nachos disappears with gusto
rivers of beer
mountains of food
warm desert air
as the planet spins
and the sun lights someplace else...

Sunday, March 28, 2010

i think i'm gonna run away from home and join Cirque Du So What...

Saturday, March 27, 2010

so...Sheriff Joe is now raiding McDonalds restaurants, shaking down workers for documentation and arresting those whose papers are not in order...dozens of workers rousted and oddly enough, not one person who hired these undocumented workers has been charged...this is a difficult problem to solve...i hear the argument that these workers are taking jobs that our teens and younger workforce would fill and while this could be somewhat accurate, i also know some teens and younger folks that think busing tables and slingin' fries is beneath them, not to mention landscaping or agricultural work...
...shit...i've done all those things at one time or another, right along side my brown, black, and yellow brothers and sisters...that's where i became an advocate for unions, the rights of the workers, in short, a socialist...
...i dream of a day when borders are a distant memory, but i myself will be a distant memory way before then...
Dear Aunt Cleo's Hat Pin...
...i am ashamed...i've been absent...i've been cheating on you with a tawdry harlot named Facebook...and lately it seems that i can't crack wise there without being assailed by ignorant and/or over-educated conservative shit heads...
so, dear Hat Pin...you will once more become the repository for my rantings and ravings and should some unsuspecting soul from the dark side come wandering in, i can without fear or reservation tell them to fuck off and not worry about offending someones precious christian sensibilities...
...thank me very much...

Monday, March 08, 2010

i believe in the right to arm bears...after all, with shitheads like Sarah Palin shooting at them from airplanes, they need all the help they can get...

Saturday, March 06, 2010

4:17am....cough won't let me sleep and i'm about to the point where i would make a deal with the devil to take away this malady, but since i don't believe in Ol' Scratch, it would be pointless to ask the great horned one to magically appear here in my bedroom...much as i was hoping to avoid it,
it would seem that i'm going to spend a portion of this spring whacked out my senses on narcotic cough relieving substances...
...really don't have much to say...just waiting for the last dose of over the counter meds to kick in just a little and perhaps that coupled with total exhaustion will allow me to sleep for a few hours before the nasty fucking tickle returns and wakes me up...of course, if i stay awake for a third night in a row, i might have some real fun hallucinations to write about...adventures in sleep deprivation is not a subject that i would choose for a creative outlet, but such is life...

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

it's been quite sometime since i last visited these environs...no excuses really...just otherwise occupied with life...i guess i could blame my computer crashing and now using a borrowed unit, but that would be lame...nonetheless, now that i've broken the ice so to speak, i will endeavour to return here and rant on a more regular basis (even if i'm the only one to see these words)...