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.
