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All you ever gotta do is be a good man one time to one woman
And that'll be the end of the road, babe,

I wonder if Janis Joplin wrote that song.


I was an old fucking fool in 1972 and I was about to bring a lot a grief into silent woman's life.

I could say I am sorry, did I ever appologize to her.

Will she ever read this

my message in an internet bottle.

hi myrna.

Hi Constantine

it's a hillbilly Wednesday night

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"you play too long you loose your life".


every thought
only of me

I am going to work on undoing my consciousness that bought me to this lonely end.

the way they say Bill Burroughs did after he shot his wife.

I wonder how many rock and roll daughters were born to sixties mothers who named them Janis?

uncle bill placed himself in the dutch on that one. dwight's hip

thought you might like this, jack - at least i hope so


artist

but you don't understand
i want to be an artist
i want to give everything
everything i have
i want you to know my parents
my childhood, i want
to take you to the playground
and down the woods
i've got things inside me
just like you, we're no different
i've got to make you see that
i've got to see it myself
it isn't a game or hobby
it's deeper than that
it's complex
too much inside my head
53 cats are in my head
i see their faces sometimes
before i fall asleep
i can't stand my life
i want to be an artist

My son, who's 14, just asked me when Jimi Hendrix died. I answered, "1970, but it was the same twelve months that all three of them died, only Jim was in '71. It was a trilogy of deaths, all in the same year, Jim, Jimi and Janis, and they were all 27."
"Of a drug overdose," my wife said.
"Well, that's what they say," I said. "But I think they were all just angels, sent here to Earth, and their mission was complete."

My wife said, "You have to be careful what you say. Your kids are gonna commit you someday."

My wife is the wisest woman I ever met.
That's why she's my wife.

Peace,
Barry

I think that is the best version I have heard of that song.
Glad you like it constantine.




I been trying to read Wittgenstein's Blue Book without much success. It all seems so obvious to me. I must be a fucking genuis man. Which I think was the title of another of Constantine's poems. Thank you I do like the artist

The reason I bring up the blue book is because I am tune deaf. I live in a silent world. Not as silent as snow, but still autistic. I think I have left a couple of dots to be connected. From The Blue Book and his discussion of color blindness and my music blindness. In my whole life, I can only remember hearing music in a dream one time.



RE Janis Hendrix and Morrison
I remember their deaths very well, I was in college in 1971. Which was kind of weird in itself since I started college in 1959. You would have thought I might have graduated but I was still a sophomore. I had the Faust Syndrome. Kept taking course after course that never added up to junior standing. And then when I finally did make in 1972 I shattered my world with mescaline trying to get my brain around a course called Statistics for the Behavioral Sciences.

I was living with some young guys who were also students at Johns Hopkins University too. But they were in the day school and I was in the night school for working stiffs. They tried to tell me about Buddhism. But I did not like the part about losing my identity after death. I wanted to hang on to my social security number.
And I used to play Break On Through to The Other Side over and over again.

" some of us are out here on the street with no arrows of direction to guide our feet
no angels to keep us from the heat" Leonard Cohen quoted from memory

But I get by with a little help from a small circle of friends.
I am happy for you Barry. .

Do remember Kitty Genovese?
she never had a hit record
I think I will bake myself a pie today
dedicate it to Phil Ochs.
another over comer
Like Freud, Plath, Brautigan and Hunter Tompson.

suicidal and homicidal since I was eight years old. That was the year I got hit by a garbage truck. I have not been right since then.

I don't know why I got to tell this story
amazed that anyone reads it.

I got monkey with a type writer on my back.
No zen here, I am in a hurry
My prose is fit for a motorcycle repair shop from hell.

Geezer I am
I met a guy about fifty years ago who would tell me about his life. Not the big stuff, but things like what he had for lunch when he was working in a tile factory in Dayton Ohio during world war two.

sure liked that video. dwight sings like nobody i ever heard but always reminds me of places and people i've always known.

I agree Cecil. No bullshit



I can't believe it has been sixth months since you posted these videos

Nashville may not care for him, but Dwight Yoakum is one of the finest voices and songwriters in the country genre... and I ain't bullshittin' ya.


http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=13669

six months... time flies when you're singin'

the man is the man

I just tried opening those videos all of them are gone, no longer available on YouTube.

Oh well.


I drove for the Mark Twain School for Emotionally disturbed children



The kids at mark twain were the brightest most normal looking kids you ever want to meet. But they had a lot of emotional issues. All hell was always breaking out at that school. But the kids were sweet to me on the bus. Go figure.