NAZI RIFLEMAN

 

David Brooks is a writer over there at the NY Times, which still calls itself" the paper of record" and he thinks we're fucked, he is good, sometimes I think of him in the old reporters hotel in Beirut, writing what I thought were informative, liberal leaning, sympathetic yet fair pieces in between wars, then Harriri got blown up, the Red Army Faction moved into Libya, Eldridge had come home, finally, Leary started then continued to talk to the feds in San Quentin, did they eat his brain or was he eating ours for them?

   How much of that is bullshit and who cares anymore, unanswered questions that probably have been figured out and I don't know, there is a lot of that.

This moroseness is from listening to the Blasters doing "Long White Caddilac" first thing this am and I fucked my back up twisting around, They were not figuring on senior citizenship when they hit that one...

Then I listened to 'Common Man" and went outside and shot my gun, I am armed with a 1906 Argentinian built Mauzer, single shot, breech loading, fires 308 rounds, 

which you want to never touch you at velocity because whatever it does hit will keep on going as it dissolves into base elements and pink spray. I cannot see for shit anymore so I might hit anything.

Phil Alvin and Dave Alvin ran The Blasters together until they didn't, brotherly shit probably, like The Robinson Brothers of Black Crows fame, pretty good band, but they can't breathe the same air as The Blasters who wound up with, wait for it, the fucking greatest of the greatest unsung white boy guitar blues playing motherfuckers, Hollywood Fats and then they hired Gene Taylor to boot. Some of this I know, some is a guess??? so long, bro.....

Well ok...the hearings are not over and I am waiting to see, I am busy helping us, my actual real people I live all around, we have water problems in our little town and we can fix them,I can anyway, we can't afford me but I got appointed to something so now I can help instead of work as a money-grubbing fucking capitalist rich ass plumbing contractor, which I was never ashamed of being because it is honest fucking hard technical work, you better be good or you can really fuck shit up so it is earned, you use and leave a lot of blood often so what is that worth?

"Standin' on a corner, down in Memphis, 12th street and main

a policeman took me by my arm,said hey big boy you better tell me your name..

.you can find my name on the back of my shirt,

 I'm  a Tennesse hustler and I don't have to work

I learned Blue Yodel #9 from a gig at The Boarding House show's sound check the JGB did and he was warming up with it, I was fixing tables from rocking around instead of being a stable thing when someone really needs one from the effects.

Gotta go to work.......