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Jul 15
Jul 13
At the Holiday Inn
See the Mujahidin barricades
Just walk right through Past the bullhorns
And sleepy 47s Right by the coalition guards
I’m in the back of the second floor basement
I’ll have my editors
Arrange for payment Come to me now you are warming weather
Come to me now
The kind that comes with
Sandbags along the river Wear your aqua mirabilis
Dotted on your pulse points
A miraculous transformation
Ahh my aching joints You are a vision in the air
Cheap lipstick, bleached hair Ohh dressed like that
You are a flag of a dangerous nation
Oh dressed just like that
You are some kind of declaration Here cowboy bars
And dance clubs don’t exist
The trance manual says just stand alone
And then shift and shift
John Vanderslice's warming weather
Trance Manual
by John Vanderslice, 2005
At the Holiday Inn
See the Mujahidin barricades
Just walk right through Past the bullhorns
And sleepy 47s Right by the coalition guards
I’m in the back of the second floor basement
I’ll have my editors
Arrange for payment Come to me now you are warming weather
Come to me now
The kind that comes with
Sandbags along the river Wear your aqua mirabilis
Dotted on your pulse points
A miraculous transformation
Ahh my aching joints You are a vision in the air
Cheap lipstick, bleached hair Ohh dressed like that
You are a flag of a dangerous nation
Oh dressed just like that
You are some kind of declaration Here cowboy bars
And dance clubs don’t exist
The trance manual says just stand alone
And then shift and shift
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John Vanderslice
Music
Jul 12
Jeremy Kennedy's sweet ride
One of my most prized pieces of art is an 8 1/2" x 11" B&W photocopy that has been slapped on my fridge for coming on three years now. It was lovingly made by the inestimable Jeremy Kennedy of Knee Shy when he was in a mad flyering phase. Take a good look and drink in the genius. Give him a holler to chat.
(Thanks to Adam at Decorporated for finally snabbing a pig of that.)
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Artwork
Jul 9
Adam Voith's dad piece
Dad's Shots
by Adam Voith, 2010
Last year Dad got cancer
and they took out his prostate,
now it’s a shot given somewhere
to get it on with my mom.
Together forever,
he says the shot scares her,
and she can’t watch him do it
or she can’t go along.
I’m on the couch
with my own broken balls,
in the house that they bought
out by Deer Creek.
In high-definition
we watch festival footage
of a classic
Neil Young sing-along.
My dad asks
“Who is that?”
and not surprised, I just tell him,
and later he won’t recognize The Boss.
He points one town over,
just back over his shoulder
where the modern brick building
still stands.
“That’s why I don’t know this,
for all those years it was Jesus.”
He says: “Church made me miss rock and roll.”
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Adam Voith
Poetry
Jul 7
That pet cats screw,
That some girls bite,
And yet
What can I do
To set things right?
(via BCNC)
Ernest Hemingway's earnest liberal
The Earnest Liberal’s Lament
by Ernest Hemingway, c. 1922
That pet cats screw,
That some girls bite,
And yet
What can I do
To set things right?
(via BCNC)
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Poetry
Jun 29
An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at
Or maybe it's the weather or something like that
But mama, you been on my mind I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down or get upset
I am not pleadin' or sayin', "I can't forget"
I do not walk the floor bowed down an' bent, but yet
Mama, you been on my mind Even though my mind is hazy an' my thoughts they might be narrow
Where you been don't bother me nor bring me down in sorrow
It don't even matter to me where you're wakin' up tomorrow
But mama, you're just on my mind I am not askin' you to say words like "yes" or "no"
Please understand me, I got no place for you t' go
I’m just breathin' to myself, pretendin' not that I don't know
Mama, you been on my mind When you wake up in the mornin', baby, look inside your mirror
You know I won't be next to you, you know I won’t be near
I’d just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
As someone who has had you on his mind
Bob Dylan's mama
Mama, You Been On My Mind
by Bob Dylan, 1964
An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at
Or maybe it's the weather or something like that
But mama, you been on my mind I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down or get upset
I am not pleadin' or sayin', "I can't forget"
I do not walk the floor bowed down an' bent, but yet
Mama, you been on my mind Even though my mind is hazy an' my thoughts they might be narrow
Where you been don't bother me nor bring me down in sorrow
It don't even matter to me where you're wakin' up tomorrow
But mama, you're just on my mind I am not askin' you to say words like "yes" or "no"
Please understand me, I got no place for you t' go
I’m just breathin' to myself, pretendin' not that I don't know
Mama, you been on my mind When you wake up in the mornin', baby, look inside your mirror
You know I won't be next to you, you know I won’t be near
I’d just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
As someone who has had you on his mind
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Music
Jun 28
Ecclesiastes
by Khaled MattawaThe trick is that you're willing to help them.
The rule is to sound like you're doing them a favor. The rule is to create a commission system.
The trick is to get their number. The trick is to make it personal:
No one in the world suffers like you. The trick is that you're providing a service.
The rule is to keep the conversation going. The rule is their parents were foolish,
their children are greedy or insane. The rule is to make them feel they've come too late.
The trick is that you're willing to make exceptions. The rule is to assume their parents abused them.
The trick is to sound like the one teacher they loved. And when they say "too much,"
give them a plan. And when they say "anger" or "rage" or "love,"
say "give me an example." The rule is everyone is a gypsy now.
Everyone is searching for his tribe. The rule is you don't care if they ever find it.
The trick is that they feel they can.
Khaled Mattawa's ecclesiastes
by Khaled MattawaThe trick is that you're willing to help them.
The rule is to sound like you're doing them a favor. The rule is to create a commission system.
The trick is to get their number. The trick is to make it personal:
No one in the world suffers like you. The trick is that you're providing a service.
The rule is to keep the conversation going. The rule is their parents were foolish,
their children are greedy or insane. The rule is to make them feel they've come too late.
The trick is that you're willing to make exceptions. The rule is to assume their parents abused them.
The trick is to sound like the one teacher they loved. And when they say "too much,"
give them a plan. And when they say "anger" or "rage" or "love,"
say "give me an example." The rule is everyone is a gypsy now.
Everyone is searching for his tribe. The rule is you don't care if they ever find it.
The trick is that they feel they can.
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Poetry
Jun 25
She wasn't holding a baby
She was holding a bottle
And a big grudge against me I tried to learn from the psychiatrist
How to stay calm and minimize risk
But I should've kept all those appointments
I'm gonna need 'em I'm coming disjointed When I ran off and left her
I didn't look backwards
Till I was halfway to Chattanooga
On the Atlanta connector
That's when I started flashing
On the little things that she did
All her little sayings and I started to wig
I should've kept all those appointments
I'm gonna need 'em I'm coming disjointed
Vic Chesnutt's run off and left her
When I Ran Off and Left Her
by Vic Chesnutt, 1993
She wasn't holding a baby
She was holding a bottle
And a big grudge against me I tried to learn from the psychiatrist
How to stay calm and minimize risk
But I should've kept all those appointments
I'm gonna need 'em I'm coming disjointed When I ran off and left her
I didn't look backwards
Till I was halfway to Chattanooga
On the Atlanta connector
That's when I started flashing
On the little things that she did
All her little sayings and I started to wig
I should've kept all those appointments
I'm gonna need 'em I'm coming disjointed
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Music
