Friday, February 17, 2012

Friday, February 10, 2012

Acid Jam...Again!

Word is this was a big underground hit in Germany at the time.  I would have liked to have been at that underground party.    

Saccharine Everythings, Part 48 or Maelstrom Shmaelstrom I'm Taking a Nap.

I long to screw up a snooty society party.


I forget where I snagged this photo. All I can say is that there is something about it that makes me depressed.


I began College in 1987. I was ready academically, but emotionally I was a wreck. My father died that year. The woman I was dating (who was ten years older than me) broke up with me the day before my first class. I felt (quoting the great Richard Brautigan here) "like a sewing machine that's just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.”

The College's library had a copy of the book pictured above. I spent a lot of time in the library back then. More specifically, I spent time in the libraries smoking room. It's hard to imagine one could lite up a butt in a room in close proximity to microfilms and rare research texts, but it was the case back then...

I spent much of the time with that book, a book that contained critical studies of Leonard Cohen's novels and poems, and a collection of English dirty limericks that dated back to the Victorian era.

Each one helped me out of a depression so thick and deep that I could actually cut slices of it and serve it as a party snack. 

Depression (when served hot) tastes like French pastries.

I miss spending hours in libraries and smoking cigarettes.

Now - in 2012 - this is the sort of thing that washes the blues away

Friday, February 3, 2012

Thee Cormans

Everything about Thee Cormans speaks to me.