Demo
Point and Shoot, FL (YU)—
Apropos of biting
the heads off your own children, Balder came to visit Friday. He was driving to
He spent the afternoon with Scrib, talking.
Brenda took the afternoon off, from work, and came home, to visit with Balder.
Scrib cooked a scamp filet and boiled some heads-on shrimp, for an hors d’oeuvre. He made a cocktail sauce out of chili sauce, horseradish, and limequat, off their tree.
He and Balder talked about the Superbowl, raising kids, making a living playing music, health foods, allergies, mental illness, alcoholism, old age, religious fundamentalism, politics.
Last year each member of the band made $5,000 less than the year before, and you’d ask a promoter for $800 for a four-hour set and they’d offer you $400. Trios were playing a four-hour set for $50. For the whole band. And the band didn’t drink free.
They talked about health insurance, Obama, the War in Iraq, books, records, how their new CD, the band’s fourth, was coming along, in the studio.
Missionaries in
None of the buildings had any rebar in the concrete.
The contractor paid off the government inspector.
Who do I have to pay off to get this construction contract.
Who do I have to fuck to get off of this movie.
They ate and watched a movie about Butch Hornsby called Demo.
About trying to
get Butch to the studio, sober, to cut a demo tape, to send to
Butch Hornsby was in it. Duke Bardwell. Ron Cliburn. Guest appearance by Luther Kent.
“Suddenly Single,” “Knocking Around,” “Don’t Take It Out on the Dog,” “Rock Bottom on Romaine.”
“I Have Seen the Universe (and It Looks Like Home).”
As his widow said, “I know how Audrey felt when she heard Hank Williams working on `I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry.’”
Ron Cliburn plays harp and smokes a cigarette at the same time.
This was before the emphysema got him.
Iron workers. I’m gonna drag up.
An iron worker can always get a job somewhere. In a chemical plant.
Butch wrapping his Budweiser in a red bandanna.
The Coalition
Provisional Authority (CPA) in
Record executives
in
Scrib had been sending agents and editors query letters, proposals, writing samples, for 38 years now, with, so far, no takers.
Wasn’t he as good a poet as Bukowski?
Wasn’t he as good as T. S. Eliot, e. e. cummings, Ezra Pound, John Berryman, Robert Lowell, Anne Sexton, Joy Harjo, Kathy Acker, Patti Smith? Janine Pomy-Vega?
Keep writing, keep sending demos out, drag up, work in a chemical plant, I’m too old for the factories.
What do you do when you’re too old for the factories?
Drop back ten yards and punt.
Why didn’t the team punt, late in the game, on third down, when Bret Favre was limping, what kind of a call was that, he got intercepted.
Is that right? I don’t remember.
I have CRS. Can’t remember shit.
Neocon utopia. Cheney, Bush, Rumsfeld, Wolfowitz, Douglas Feith, turn on the TV, you’ll see Cato Institute, American Enterprise Institute, Hoover Institution, and NPR has David Horowitz do a eulogy for Howard Zinn.
It looks like home, it looks like home. Point and Shoot Institute (PSI).