communiqué #16: a stag no more
Well, August is drawing to a close, and here in Caledonia the summer is long gone; just a hint of awful humidity in the air one minute – cold rain the next. The Romans were unable to conquer the Pictish tribes. Agricola – under the command of his emperor, Hadrian – just did his best to wall us in. Fortifications were duly erected stretching from the River Clyde in the west to the River Forth in the east. We\’ve spent the last 2,000 years trying to get back out.
Summer is such a f@cking tease here in prison.
I am looking forward to the return of Art Decade, proper. There is a double wedding of sorts going down in New York City. As I understand it, Mike was due to tie the knot in August. I do not know the precise date. Your guess is as good as mine. I am surmising that since Mike did not make his usual weekly live set contribution to Art Decade last Saturday the exchange of vows may already have gone down.
If that is the case, I\’d like to raise the glass aloft once more.
He has made an excellent job of manning the fort single-handed this last month or so. Especially when you consider seriously life-changing events are afoot.
Of course, there are still three more days before August – after Augustus Caesar, the first Roman emperor – passes the baton onto September, and should I omit to pay my telephone bill before the weekend is out, SibLINGSHOT ON THE BLEACHERS will go straight to jail. We\’re already walking wounded.
▼ BOB DYLAN: ROMANCE IN DURANGO from \”Desire\” LP (Columbia) 1975 (US)