When I die I want to be resurrected as a Clash album.
"The wives hate their husbands and their husbands don't care
Their children daub slogans to prove they lived there"
Their children daub slogans to prove they lived there"
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Trailer Man
I'm close to having enough songs for an album. I tried to get the harmonica out for this one but the heat had warped the reeds.
Monday, July 29, 2013
Pray
The headlines today literally read like a dystopian novel: Bankrupt City...nationwide child prostitution sting...multiple bodies of women strangled in plastic...1000 year prison sentences...
Did Stephen King start writing for CNN?
It's common sense that we're fucked. But I've been reading the history of Mexico and I see that when a true democracy exists, where people vote with assassinations and not electoral college promises, total chaos usually reigns. People say, "America is as good as it gets." Bankruptcy, child prostitution...fear and violence and economic insolvency...governments pushing drugs...that's as good as it gets.
I guess I'm an asshole for thinking it can be better. Things are very bad when men hoard toys and cower in fear...but they are almost worse when they stand up for themselves. Because there are too many people. There will always be one faction that is so dissatisfied that they'll die to change the status quo. Except in America, where no one cares. So maybe it is as good as it gets. Stay drunk, watch TV, buy useless shit, take your pills...stay out of trouble. Look what activism did for Mexico.
Did Stephen King start writing for CNN?
It's common sense that we're fucked. But I've been reading the history of Mexico and I see that when a true democracy exists, where people vote with assassinations and not electoral college promises, total chaos usually reigns. People say, "America is as good as it gets." Bankruptcy, child prostitution...fear and violence and economic insolvency...governments pushing drugs...that's as good as it gets.
I guess I'm an asshole for thinking it can be better. Things are very bad when men hoard toys and cower in fear...but they are almost worse when they stand up for themselves. Because there are too many people. There will always be one faction that is so dissatisfied that they'll die to change the status quo. Except in America, where no one cares. So maybe it is as good as it gets. Stay drunk, watch TV, buy useless shit, take your pills...stay out of trouble. Look what activism did for Mexico.
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Silver Wheeled Ponies
Kimberly McCarver sings a song about a cowboy who rolls around on a wheelchair in his final days. It's a steel horse, or a silver wheeled pony. Well, my audience at the home is no different. Not one of them is self-mobile...which is a dark prediction for my own future. I can hardly imagine a time when I can't walk, or shit without assistance. Someone will wipe my ass for me. Wash my swollen feet. Feed me. Pick my fork up when I drop it. Get me more peas when they fall on my lap. Read to me? So bleak. Medication and incontinence. If I'm in chronic pain now then what will I be like in 40 years? Hopeless. Junk.
| A similar piano |
Not included in this video is when a woman slumped over in her wheelchair setting off a high pitched alarm. The cameraman is the master electrician who taught me everything I know about refinery electrical but who secretly wants to be a guitarist. He didn't accidentally turn the camera off after fifty seconds, I absently left it on internal memory so that's all it could record. A daughter of a resident (50 years old) asked me if I gave lessons. I said I was only there for the free peach cobbler.
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