Friday, December 12, 2008


a christmas tree in arizona.

"a dead tree on the edge of the grand canyon". photograph by john ur, 2008.

Rockette Morton: bass; Drumbo: drums, percussion;
Ed Marimba: drums, percussion, marimba;

Zoot Horn Rollo: slide guitar;
Captain Beefheart: vocals, harmonica, saxophone.

Produced by Captain Beefheart.

Today I feel crippled by inertia and irritated by the nagging impulse
to 'do'. There are many things I could do; there are many things I should be doing. Already I am on my sixth cup of coffee of the morning, and I am drumming my fingers next to the keyboard and mentally logging strokes. Woolworths is in the death throes of its closing down sale. I should throw on my jacket and speedwalk on over there to see if there are any bargains still to be had. Ignore the pained expressions of the soon to be jobless drones manning the
cash registers and throw in my lot with the slavering mob. The prospect of doing so is not overwhelmingly appealing. Ho-fucking-ho. If I suffered from hemorrhoids, I would sooner scratch my ass.

I had to look that one up in the dictionary. "Hemorrhoids". Just so I wouldn't appear illiterate. I had to key in "piles" to get that far; it seems a lot of people out there have a problem with the spelling, if not the condition.

Excuse me while I fetch another cup of coffee. I may be some time.

CAPTAIN BEEFHEART & THE MAGIC BAND: PETRIFIED FOREST from "Lick My Decals Off, Baby" LP (Straight) 1970 (US)


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