And so the one who said sad things to me awoke in a fever and ache and then we looked at eachother and the newly cleaned dog and asked, “Hey man, did you hear that mouse trap finally go off last night, or was I hallucinating?”
So I moved a mirror (how odd to see your own face as you check on the life/death of another being) and the cheese art and low and behold…. Like Elmer Fudd now… Killed a mousie, Killed a mousie.
I’m not certain what it is about women and rodentia that turns them from pan throwing harpies, into helpless hysterics. But the lady did thus freak out and yell and yell and cry and tear and scream… more disinfectant… don’t touch that…oh god the horror, the horror, the horror!
Where’s the science then? I mean, we had pork chops up in the kitchen joint three days ago. What in the hell is more filthy than swine. Hell, its the only thing Jews and Muslims agree on… Svinefleish ist nicht!
I lit incence for the bugger. I actually feel bad… poor mouse.
Did you remember that Duke Ellington had a song called Magenta Haze? I keep forgetting and everytime I get to the disk in the box set by the same name, I have new regard for Jimi Hendrix and his Purple Haze. It is so sad to see an artist cut down in his prime… Basquiat on T.V. again… He was negtiating with Miles to record at Electric Ladyland. And I just found out that the Hit Factory closed down. I managed to watch Joan Thompson and friend do a piano duo in the Steinway room… I ended up giving Joan’s boy friend all my Rodger Waters Vinyl…. I miss it now.
I suppose, even then I was after soundtrack and I now have a Mozart piece I want as possible track for Willoughby… and I want no copyright issues…. do you think he owes me? I was arguing that The Wall – since it marked in concert the fall of The Berlin Wall – would historically be as significant as any Wagner or Ludwig Van, or even Amadeous… it had walked inti history. The poor guy had never heard the wall… so I gave him both the wall and Pros and Cons which Waters wrote simultaneously and they share a few songs and many chord changes. I’m sure he hated it… but I could use a good pianist now… do we call that planting seeds… maybe?
Speaking of sound tracks I finally got an e-mail from the DJ I used to do live shows with at Galopagos, etc. He’s had a kid and splitting time with Berlin and I’ve been begging him to get involved with this “immaculate contraption”… but he’s one of those guys that if he didn’t think of it, he ain’t sure its a good idea… I’m sort of that way too…so I dig… but he writes to me: :yo man, that’s way too much info for me to handle scrolling down the page of a website but it sure would be cool printed out as one big ass print running around a room…sb”
I want to know why a scroll in a gallery is more legable than this blog… no seriously…I want to see a long scroll made of this… don’t get me wrong… gears are spinning towards that effect… but that will be visual, I think, more than legable… take your time kids… I’ll just write more.
Yesterday I awoke from that perverse breakup dream all scared that I was empty and hack and worthless … and I really thought I’d never have a thing to say again to the fair reader… and so I posted thrice. My mom says I’ve always been like that. Sort of how I overwrote my own Greek Tragic nervous breakdown.
The key is to live long and not die like Jimmy Dean, or Romeo and Juliet… live long… love… prosper… respect, etc.
