"Worked hard all mah life
no help from mah friends
O Lord, woncha buy me
a MerRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRcedes BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBenz -Janiz the J
"I get by with a little help from mah frens" the? Guess Who? Answer will be on Google; but not at the Superbowl halftime show..............grrrrr........garn!!!!!!!
Who said: re:LIFE,,,,,,,,," To have lived is not enough" --now say that a second time-- "They have to talk about it."??? One point for the author;two points for the players. Hint: Think E.G. Marshall and the Cowardly Lion . Heh. "Such GoodFrenz" deserve each other; whoop I mean another."Do me no harm, my good man" said Henry the 8 ball--"She's been married 7 times before --every one was an 'Enry--Enery the 8th Iam I amm.."
That's bloody well enough of that Herm, go back to yer English 'ermitage and yer bloody 'Ermits! So many interruptions, eh...as I was sayin' look 'ere:
in the second ring: a double bladed ancient riddle:"Out of the eater, something to eat; out of the strong, something sweet." WINNER TAKE ALL out to Starbucks with that foe of all that is evil, MOCHA MAN!!! (Thanks for the tip, Dad) -Heh.
"This is the end, my only friend, the end." byThe Doors (of Perception), with a little help from a real friend, A. Huxley......... This was a"fun" (as in funeral) song to play while James James Morrison Morrison was still around, before his Mother went down to the end of the town...and just FYI The END was a version of Oedipus Rex--and the only version that is musical!!!)::( ..which puts it, for me, in the same genre as The Music Man and now Zac Efron's High School Vehicle ; and in the immortal words of Saint Tim Leher: Re: King Oed--" He loved his mother!" How can you dis a person like that???
On a darkless, or less dark note, our garage DOOR is made by Raynor Doors from Dixon IL---and the logo is exactly the same as the Doors band, letter for letter---who sold out, Jim? Ray? Raynor? Father Dixon? RONNIE RAYGUN????????? Who votes to call the grand jury?
The name of our band was The Sunday Pigeon Massacre, from a humorous column and anti -pigeon screed by Robert Benchley..whose son went on to write "Jaws"--- Peter Benchley never recovered from his fear of water--couldnt walk on it- ha-so he stayed in Manhattan and got a novel out of his novel experience. Needs to move further North..
Our band name never caught on, nor did our band--so for apt simplicity people called us "The Junior Doors."
I am so glad you are all so interested in this............
It's all good fun until some rock god (stone temple american idol) gets hurt. ( we never had these problems even once; no one got trampled at any of our shows AND I do not remember that anyone even stubbed their toe.. probly becuz our songs were completely undanceable... that's the price of being a sensitive artist and before your time etc. Just ask The Mothers..of Invention.. Howsoever...If any one got trampled leaving-- as in"fleeing"-- from one of our shows...I have no idea. And no, it is not mea culpa...
More, Over: Andy Warhol and Lou Reed wrote Heroin--which will be made into a musical shortly ...if we can get Mel Brooks or Mel Gibson interested.........these ol' antiheroes survived by objectifying the stuff, and not killing themselves with it. If Lou Reed can be more sensible than sensitive, anyone can.
On Friendslips: attributed to Saint -not-a-mother- Theresa but- a good invention of the part of the girl from Avila:
After Theresa's most terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day then she was thrown down into a very bad and naughty mudpuddle.........SHE SAID TO G_D: "If this is how you treat your friends, it's no wonder you have so few of them!!!"
Frank Zappa's only song with commercial potential i.e., a minor radio hit= Valley Girl--I have a 45 of this if anyone still has a turntable for vinyl. My sister did not.......I think I'll play it for Flo at midnite..or not.. Hey John! if you are reading this, make a copy for everybody in the whole world-- We owe a lot to Frank for all the rock poverty he endured--it's a good thing he conceived a girl cause Frank's voice uh.........well........FREAK OUT!!! (the neglect of the DJ can lead to jazz.. madness..or o bloody hell...........Frank's album, "Jazz from Hell" is still available..but quite Frankly this rock god is dead-----but his disciples carry on. Orange you glad?
Confused? I am,two; cogito ergo===>forgive me peoples, I know not what I write........but I hope someone does...Anyone? ANYONE?" Let go of the branch, son." (anyone else up there I can talk to?)(your reponse here >>>>>>>>>>>>>____________<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< would be mos' welcum.
"There is is, then. Too many notes."
goodnight moon good night light, g'nite Amadeus. Write if you get works.
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Free writing - also know as free form, free association or stream-of-consciousness writing - can be used in order to clear the mind in preparation for meditation or as a meditative technique in itself.
ReplyDeleteWith this exercise, you write down everything that enters your mind. Structure, grammar, spelling and coherence are not important.
The essential factor is to note down everything that comes to you in the moment without censorship or hesitation.
This form of writing is not meant to be poetic or wise or even to make sense. (Although if it is poetic or wise and sensible, then it's a bonus.)
Free writing, like the free association psychoanalytic method it is based on, may be awkward, angry, embarrassing, uncomfortable or it may be profound, aesthetic or humbling.
Well, Bill, (and thanks Dennis) that certainly explains it! Since your mother put your blog (address misspelled, by the way) in her Christmas letter to my mom. I have been lurking, fascinated by the rather Proustian blend of seemingly random erudite cultural references and maniacal mumblings in this space.
ReplyDeleteTo wit - since your post was "untittled" let me tat for the tit - Orange you glad Frank wrote Peaches in Regalia? His jazz was sometimes even better than his Brown Shoes which didn't make it.
Joyce Donahue (formerly Snodgrass - parents, Bob and Muriel Nellis from Dixon) - a voice from the Orwellian deepest, darkest most velvet underground part of your idyllic rural past. Since we haven't seen each other since we were kids - it's nice to see you fulfilled your potential. :-)
A Ghost of Christmas somewhere stuck between the past and the future, with a bit of the present thrown in along with the mustard and the undigested cheeses, just to stabilize the equation..Well welll wellllcome Joyce (now ye've got me stutttttttttterin'---"Ssshucks, folks, I'm speechless!" also attributed to Bert Lahr in a lesser role than Didi..Gee Joyce I think you know to000 much..you know what happens to those people. RIGHT??? WAIT UNTIL NEXT YEAR and you can tell us all about it Triple Thanx
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks also the man who makes sense out of all this Dennis Hall--that sensebible (but never the boring )prophet who interprets the mad one..
PS Joyce's Dad and my Dad helped found the Unitarian Fellowship of Dixon Il And-ironies abounding!- My Dad's Mom went to First Christian Church which used to be Dixon's Unitarian Church--AND this was Ron Raygun's church...MACROKOZMIC BLUES MAN!!!