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pretty good rendition of it. you can probably find it on youtube. the guy who wrote it, cowboy jack clement, died a little while ago. i know it because a friend who raises chickens down in austin taught it to me. it goes something like: he's not very handsome to look at he's shaggy and eats like a hog he's always killing my chickens that dirty old egg sucking dog egg sucking dog i'm gonna stomp your head to the ground if you don't stay out of my henhouse you dirty old egg sucking hound it's running through my mind right now because of something that happened yesterday evening. i was rolling around the city, as i do almost every evening as my exercise. i was in a section of town where lots of bars and restaurants are concentrated. as i was coming up to one of the bars, the door burst open and a woman came out and started walking quickly down the side walk. she had on a cowboy boots, a mini-skirt, and a big, unnaturally blond hairdo. she was followed by three other women who quickly caught up to her and sort of surrounded her as she walked. they all looked to be in their late 20s. the 3 women were singing a song. she's not very handsome to look at she ugly, slutty and poor you'd better stay away from my husband you dirty old cock sucking whore cock sucking whore don't come round here no more i'll kill you if you come near my husband you dirty old cock sucking whore they followed her to the end of the block, going through the pair of verses twice. the 3 women went back to the bar, the other one sat down at a bus stop. a group of australians had a also witness and were laughing about it. i'm sure it's going to be a highlight of their "our trip to texas" story. |
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anything. i stopped looking a long time ago. |
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Not knowing while I was conversing with a friend, suddenly a outburst and a angrily wife just shoved her drunken husband, I happened to noticed the coat he was wearing appears is in the state of condition, apparently is very old and yes, he is old as in senior citizen. Very angrily wife was cursing her husband telling that she about had enough of her husband drinking problems and her husband was caught for flirting a lady a the local bar. A friend of mine and I was speechless after the incident and after that,we started to snickering about the cussing of a old lady to her husband. |
thread, but.... this evening, around 6pm, i went down to the local walgreens (the only food source near to me) for some ingredients for my dinner. it included cheap wine, if you must know. anyway, i bought my stuff and then headed up a couple of blocks to a nearby park. this is all in downtown fort worth. i had a book on me (a collection of s.j. perelman stories) and parked myself for some reading. i happened to check my wheelchair pouch to see if my wallet was still there. it wasn't. i checked everything; still no wallet. i retraced my path, two city blocks, back to walgreens. i saw no wallet on the sidewalk and the people at walgreens said no one had turned in a wallet. i went back and forth over the area where i would have lost the wallet a couple of times, but found nothing. so i rolled home. i called my credit card companies (only 2) and cancelled my cards. not long ago, somebody was making fraudulent charges on my discover card (including a night-vision camera) so i'm a little paranoid about a lost card. a little before 10pm this evening, i got a call from a woman who said she had found my wallet. she works in burnett plaza, where the park is, so she must have found it within 10 or 15 minutes of the time i lost the wallet. she's an older woman (old like me) and she was a little reticent about how to return the wallet. we finally worked out a meeting at the park on monday (3 days from now) to meet and get my wallet back. at least i know it's safe in this woman's home. |
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today, on my way home through downtown, i saw a bird with a broken wing hopping across the street. i think it was a grackle. it looked like it was in bad shape: very thin as if starved. one wing, its right, was dropped down--clearly broken. i stopped to look at it for a few seconds, but that only made it scared. a wounded bird knows it's easy prey, even if they don't know i'm not a predator. |
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i rarely use my credit cards for store purchases. every so often i'll buy something online with it, but that's it (mostly medical or wheelchair stuff). there's probably no reason for me to carry them around in my wallet, except maybe an emergency. |
I have two main cards. One usually reserved for gas. It has a small credit limit. And, another for when I need it most. Emergencies, no cash, etc. |
me and i thanked her. i just noticed that the wallet contained my driver's license with the picture that looks like dui mugshot. no wonder she wanted to meet in a public place. never knew johnny cash did the muppet show. I don't think i've heard that sheila e. song since the eighties. |
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this year is the 20th anniversary of the Purple Rain tour. i will never forget that show. 11/11/84, 11th row at the Joe Louis Arena, Detroit. 11/11/11 |
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fuck me. 30th anniversary. i'm old. and can't do basic math. |
i remember when the movie came out. a friend of mine worked at a movie theater and i helped him put up the letters "now showing: purple rain". which allowed me to see the movie for free. |
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jaq is in the time machine too, but jaq is in 2019 at the moment. there is purple rain here, too. |
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but note: they don't necessarily like to be called "cock sucking whores" so watch your mouth. |
Craigslist is something I stay away from the online, these are the low lying scum in the face of the earth. Happy Labor Day to all of you! |
generates color text here. No need to have special access to do it, just arcane knowlege. |
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with the Safari browser, and other Mac based browsers. It's extremely annoying! Sometimes it line wraps in unpredictable ways. It didn't always do that. Hm. This seems marginally better. Let's see if it stays that way when I finally submit the post. |
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But, I need to be royally laid. |
creepy that sounds. remember: any man can open his wings and fly if he extends the prosthetic wings he bought at comic-con and unzips his trousers. |
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I got the jet pack instead. |
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remember the cars as the sound of my teenage years. or one of the sounds. in high school, i worked at the local zoo; teenage kids all worked at the "refreshment kiosks" selling soda, popcorn, cotton candy, sno-cones, animal food, etc. it seemed like almost every kiosk had a cars tape (the magic of analog!) playing at some point. you really got to hate them after a while. but old age and nostalgia softens that a little. |
album lately. maybe because my older sister's first boyfriend found me on facebook and started talking about how it changed his life when he was a kid. maybe because i secretly love new wave. maybe i just relate. after underestimating how fucked up i've been during the years following my dad's death and all the shit before that, "moving in stereo" has become the soundtrack to finding new balance. or something. i don't fucking know-- all i know is that it feels good to have a center of gravity without anything or anyone else putting the screws to my serenity. i've been thinking about a road trip to texas next year. if it happens, i'm buying you a drink. and when i say "a drink", i mean several. |
https://soundcloud.com/adultswimsingles/oh-my-darling-dont- cry |
my mind: "eaten by the monster of love", by sparks. i've been playing it (my version) on ukulele every so often. "don't let it get me, don't let it get me ow!" i could stand a drink or several. |
The music of that time is the only shining facet in the otherwise aesthetically woeful decade. |
when i was old enough to stay up late and watch saturday night live. bands like devo and the b-52s would come on. i still have a fondness for that. later on, i was introduced to 80s post-punk (replacements, minutemen, husker-du, black flag, dead kennedys, etc). i was never into british hair-band new wave. but then, i am aesthetically woeful. not long ago, stone-cold nifty local d.j. hieronymous superfly devoted an entire show to 1950s-60s novelty tunes. i loved it. if blindswine ever gets to fort worth, we need to go to the scat lounge. it's a jazz club. just found out that the filthy six will be playing there in a couple of weeks. british soul-jazz featuring the one of the hippest instruments ever: the hammond b3 organ. i'm there. |
I've been listening to a lot of '60s British Invasion on streaming audio. The Searchers' cover of "Needles and Pins" is my jam. |
youtube. they seem to be in the old british music hall tradition. it says that one of the trio, who went by the name mcgear, was actually paul mccartney's brother. reminded me a little of banjo ukulele player george formby, who played stuff along those lines. i love to play his song "why don't women like me?". |
the intro to "knockout" has all that beautifully distorted b3 grit i dig so much. years ago back in NYC, I started taking lessons from my friend strickland's organist-- but got side tracked by my love of audio fuckery, boom-bap and weird synthesis. check him out at greglewismusic.com-- he does great stuff with the thelonious repertoire. started listening to plan-b's soul pop last week after giving it the side-eye for so long-- turned out to be the perfect soundtrack for a long walk home on a sunny day from the doctor's office: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GiZHLeil4WU |
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honest, my computer is so old that i can barely get through one youtube video. but i heard organ monk. i'm a monk fan, by the way. tonight was the cajun/zydeco music party show on the radio. ay-eee! |
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and then I asked an old man to stab me in the groin to fix it. Hurts. |
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I was else having some thoughts about wearing Haz-Mat suit while onboard. Other than that, I might have to rent the car to drive out of state for Christmas time to avoid contracting the Ebola virus. Thanks Obama for your ignorant pride! |
I had that operation years ago. Did the doctor warn you about the SWELLING. I didn't want to pee for a week. If I recall that correctly. Oh, and forget about sex. That would have killed me!!! Of course I would have killed her if she even got near me. Everything was just so sensitive. |
that may have lowered my postoperative pain and swelling. (See http://w ww.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/23669270) I still have half of my pain meds left. Virtually all of the scar swelling is gone now. (The so called "healing ridge." A euphemism if ever I heard one.) There's still an occasional twinge but I think that's inflamed nerves waking up again. |