Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I was in love with life, 'cause I was drunk!!
I wasn't fallin' down, slippin', slidin' drunk.
I was GOD'S OWN DRUNK!
A fearless man!

Lord Buckley

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http://www.columbia.edu/~tdk3/drunk.html

Sober as duck tonight
But still God's own fool
rolling down that good bodhi road

found my way home
bedtime tired
up before dawn for the jewel mine.
hi ho hi ho
gotta straightern out this show.
an good ol ed sullivan
trucked with vaudevillian beat buckley
thanks for the treat, neat, jump jivin
cabeza de vaca,
shaman by default

Jack Tilles
Jester by default
Twelve years of pre med
Maybe jesters were an early branch of psychiatry.


Mark I am getting nervous, antsy, anxious about my new avatar. Not sure I can live up to it. But it is who I would like to be. Kind and funny.

That avatar is a lot to live up to.
helps me keep you all in mind
helps me deal with my sister
Wondering what I am trying to do here on studio eight?
Wake up my sister I think.

A philosophy of GO
It is all here
Some of it poetry
Sometimes chatter
A flow
Words colliding
Thoughts intersecting
Inspirations sparked
A song and dance
Reasons and rhymes
All grist for the GO mill.
Friendships blossom

it is one of my favorite
Carole Jean paintings
everytime i see it
i smile,

she's doin good the last
week or so, chemo sessions
spread out over a 12 week period
and it seems to be working,

was great session last thursday
cj crackin-up me and the Rn
with here own brand of comic
enlightment, there is nobody
like her i've ever come upon,

a true liver and giver and very
true to herself and her art...........

worked on the raga/celtic/delta blues cd
last night @ birdhouse studios...guitar tracks and bass
9 tracks outta 17 are complete and ready for my
wired wind and words......

man,
i back from my jewel mine
be there early tomorrow again,
i tell ya raga blues man
so proud and honored to be here with you,
cause you love and care for your woman,
and don't want ya leaving the joint.

ST yer avatar by far
the wooly bearded you, the best by far,
bbbut like yer creative bent, amigo.
shine it on.

wooly bearded tinkerjack is my great grand father, there used to be some resemblence. But my face been smashed in so many times it is hard to tell. He had 13 children with five wives who all died in child birth but he kept on keeping on. He never made it to America but my grandmother did thanks to the Good Baron De Hirsch. But the baron is another avatar. gypsyjoker , >>>>>>>>..

I feel like I have joined the Exaulted Order of The Knights of Carole Jean. Mark, I am not sure I am worthy to carry her banner. I think about you all a lot. I been spending a lot of time in hostpitals and doctors waiting rooms this past month. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Not creative Jimboloco
Just some kind of autistic idiot savant word kook
Trying to write myself to consciousness.
but thank you I feel honored to be in your company.

tinkerjack is my ladies man
there is a poem called Tinker Jack and The Tidy Wives.
I have no idea what it is about but I liked it a lot.
Something about marriage I think.
Man there is a interesting topic for a GO>>>>>>>>>>>>

tidy wives get th hives
an don't jive
while driving you insane
now you've done it
taken me over th edge

oh carole jean
you're so mean
why don'cha come clean
wid me?

one of the best paintings
the only clean thing is the hair
that the chemo took off her
head though....for now that is............

hair is so magnificent
when it grows back
she'll look like a movie star
nice and thick and wavy
i am sure

she is a star in the city of the charmed
got off early today and we're havin a blast
no script or plans needed.........

Jack i really like the
elephant
judih your willow weeps
jimbo ya makes me smile
mousey1 me 2!
still feeling peace
train horns moan
rappin on the street
wind chimes
temperature 69 in arbutus
that's a mouthful
jam on
jam om.....OM>>>>>OM.....

Her name is Tina. I was her mama when she was a baby. Fed her formula from a gallon jug with a nipple on it.

http://www.elephants.com/tina/tinastart2.htm
Looking for a poem by anne bingham. about a whip poor will
thinking about that weeping willow time jam below. T

See the holy contour of life
Accept loss forever.

paraphrase of st jack from memory

link edited

whisper to the wind
weeping night and day
artie shaw at the casbah
shadowy alley
cop twirling his nightstick
with a demonic smile
everywhere rebirth
kids with sticks banging
signs as the sun goes
down....and tell me does a full
parking lot speak for the
quality of a chinese restaurant
in arbutus md????