THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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his wife's forehead. He sold used office furniture out there on San Fernando Road and assumed a $30,000 loan at 15 1/4% and put a down payment on a little two bedroom place. His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash who made good Bloody Marys and kept her mouth shut most of the time, had a little Chihuahua named Carlos that had some kind of skin disease and was totally blind. They had a thoroughly modern kitchen, self-cleaning oven, the whole bit. Frank drove a little sedan. They were so happy. One night Frank was on his way home from work, stopped at the liquor store, picked up a couple Mickey's Big Mouths, drank 'em in the car on his way to the Shell station. He got a gallon of gas in a can, drove home, doused everything in the house, torched it, parked across the street, laughing, watching it burn, all Halloween orange and chimney red. Then Frank put on a Top Forty station, got on the Hollywood Freeway, and headed north. Never could stand that dog. |
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Right now, "Innocent When You Dream" from "Frank's Wild Years," of course, is playing on the stereo. Though, actually, "Diamonds and Gold" from "Rain Dogs" is going through my head. I have to figure out how that works... Tom Waits is a god. Of what, I don't know, but he definitely possesses supernatural abilities. Amen. |
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The other day I heard a song by Tom Waits called "The house where nobody lived" on the way to work. A really cool NJ free form station called WNTI played it. I guess I must be depressed or all the Placidyl from the 80's is catching up with me, cause I live near an abandonded farmhouse that this song reminded me of. Almost pulled the gun (weapon, armament etc) and joined the spirits..... And while I have an audience, have you ever seen an abandonded house, but you just somehow knew that LIFE was there before. Or saw a portait in a museum or artbook, and realized what emotion had hold. Or have you ever walked down a road, not an interstate or a state, but a county that dates back to an Indian trail. If you did, I guess I saw you there......... |
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And have you had any poltergeists? |
We had an art student from the University come look at it and she stated that it was an amatuer, but very nice. When I lived in LA I couldn't have bought a house like this for less than 250,000. Bought it here for 35,000 did some remodling and now have a total of 43,000 in it, what a bargain. |
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Beav, I take it you're near IC. Get a second opinion on that mural, if it's still there. Folk art is a specialty that a student might not have a grasp of; it could conceivably be worth more than the house. Or not. |
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Also decided to renovate the kitchen, removed a wall that hid a chimney. Inside the wall was a bunch of signatures and 'This wall built halloween night 1953". They also drew devils and witches. I found it amusing then got to wondering where the authors are today. |
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....all this....with the assumption that any of you care.........which i doubt you do, just killin time before the weekend starts again. |
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I also keep forgetting your Judah Bauer polaroid, but i will get it out in the mail asap! |
Mark Sandman R.I.P. |
I remember when they toured for that record. They came to a shit hole club in Greensboro when i was in college. They we unheard of and my friends and I were blown away by them. The upright bass was a new compliment to modern rock we had not experienced, and talk about sultry, man thats sexy album... Speaking of slow, and sultry, have you ever heard Coedine? Talk about slow....my god, they play just like the narcotic, as a drummer, it can be fuckin difficult to play beats that damn slow, but my god were they amazingly on time.. |
If Codeine is slow and sultry, I'll have to check them out. Sultry is the key. Slow by itself is dull. I'm not a big fan of Low for that reason. |
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coedine is like....a slowed down version of Galaxy 500 heads up mailbox |
Did you send me a goofy picture of yourself? The girls in my alcove think I'm weird, according to a girl who's friend with all of us and who has no qualms about talking behind people's backs. Anyway, so I thought I'd put the pictures on my door and then see what they thought of me then. Slowdive: I've heard good things about them, but never heard them. Oh, there's so much music I have yet to hear! |
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