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I read an interview in a magazine in the ’90s (which has the authenticity of pronouncements like "My sister’s boyfriend’s uncle’s nephew’s teacher’s goddaughter told me.") that J rolled his (parents?) station wagon on the way to a gig, and wrote The Wagon about the crash. Hence lines in the song "without a course in mind" and "without a mind" – references to dumb metal? And "So I’m flalin" and "While you’re sailin’ off" painting a image of a rather out of control situation.
It never said whether he mad the gig.
You poem based on J.O. Donigan’s: "Reminiscences of my Old Home" is quite good. Prob the best thing posted on this thread. Where can i get hold of the original?
Freakazoïd Barbie,
queens of the stone age. the why of it has more to do with email addresses than anything else.make it happen
anything happening?
see if I care
contraption let me down again
in the usual way
smoke and explosions
insurance is to pretend this
sure is they way it
goes. And having gone
order the unverse to
deliver next time.Yeah but when is J coming to us? (err…not U.S. but Austrlaia) I’m beginning to understand what the monks must have felt like as the first millenium drew to a close and there was no sign of apocalypse or of even a slighly moth eaten messiah scurrying onto the cross for an encour.
Exit, stage up.
I was thinking today, "what is …….
There’s your problem, thinking! Stop it! You’re invariably gone one stop too far on the train, or are too late to catch the start of the movie or on the wrong bus, or in the wrong bedroom. Just accept that you can never go far enough in any direction. Mogwai rule for the moment. Just agree or Big Louie will be paying you a visit.
Alli-son Where did you get all tyhose cutoid winking, squirming, grimmacing faces? There’s a kind of runic message in them there faces and maybe what they are relling me is the date and time I’ll be seeing J down here or maybe I’m just imaginatively overactive.
zooooooooooom and faster
Deepsludge – preparation is eveything: sounds very zen untill you start thinking about pasta primavera. I’m positive that this phrase occurs in at least 2 cooking books I have read. Cooking in a Bedsit for example – a very cool cook book that has receipies for how to heat a can of soup, and how to boil water.
Following the stream (of consciousness) thingy leads me to the earwax. My only question is: Mine or someone elses?
In the meantime I’ll sign up for the list.
Javro – Chopper only had a portion of his ears cut off as a ruse to into the prison infirmary. Is that J & silent bob you quoting?
I haven’t read anything by Chopper so am unable to comment on his literary merit. He appeared in a commercial for somthing or other – perhaps a brand of pistol for all I know – which underlines the essentially commecial nature of his outlook on existence. Not very zen and not much of a receipie for chicken soup if you ask me.
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