Ween is Coming

And Rube Waddell is going to the show. Well half of us anyway. Will review the show here tomorrow.

Johnny Cash Will Never Die

As long as there's Sunday mornings, truck stops, repentant sinners, tin cups, mean eyed cats, (Sandoval, paging Sandoval) octoroon relatives of Rev. Wupass , faded memories of drunken Indians, hard men in low places, dead women in bad places, cracked lines on dust filled American faces, ass-kickings in back alleys, (what's that Flannery O'Connor story about dirt bag, low-life husband who takes all his wife's hard earned money, loses it in a poker game and then returns to the house, broken, dejected, ready to have a rolling pin put upside his skull, and, as his wife is about to hurl a fry pan at him, rips off his shirt and reveals a fresh, scabby tattoo of a crucified Jesus across his back? What is that story? I bet Johnny loved that story, if he ever read it. I bet Johnny could've come up with a killer soundtrack for Blood Meridian -- if Peckinpagh had lived long enough to make it. Everybody knew the motherfucker was dying but I dunno. I am still moved to tears everytime I play "I Still Miss Someone," and I've played it, what, 300 times in the last five days?) the possibility of whiskey communion with Shiva in a back alley in Bismark North Dakota, tobacco hangovers, ("I smoked my mind the night before on cigarettes and songs that I been pickin," yeah i know Kristoferson wrote the bitch, but it was annexed by Johnny like the Romans in Gaul) Catfish, freight trains, and the overall aesthetic of American pain (vulnerable and unromanticized) and the impossibility of our own motherfucking redemption. You can all kiss my ass I'm crying (sniff) dripping snot on the keyboard as I write this goodbye.

Ass-tronomy
Back from Europe sitting in my Asstronomy 1 class at City College. The cosmos is difficult enough for me to comprehend without having it explained to me by a soft spoken Korean gentleman with a bizzarre lisp and an even more confounding approach to English syntax.

Ah Civilization!
Denmark is a clean and efficient country with 55 percent taxation rates and virtually no homelessness, crime, or poverty. When you get too old to care for yourself they come and whisk you off to one of the clean, efficient, modern hospitals staffed by blond, cheerful, bright eyed supermodels.

Cold Beers in Hot Places
Mallorca is a hot place. 13th century stone buildings. Warm beaches with no fish in the water. Beautiful plazas. Cold beers at Paca's in Fornalutx (Forn-a-looch) . Visited Father Juniperro Serra's birthplace. Ate suckling pig. Hung out with miss C-Fuck's goodly peoples.

Art Teacher
Now I'm back. New Job as art teacher of emotionally disturbed youth. Only four days a week! Fridays is a day specially reserved for poke poling. Last week it was another cabby. Is it just my imagination or have there been more (and bigger) cabbies and rockfish since the ban ended? Anyway, you can all look forward to Monkeyface News #3, which is due out some time in October.

Rube Waddell
Nothing to report on the Rube front. Hopefully that will change.

Goodbye.