The Music Lover, Ch. 14

Its time for the annual pre-sesshin pre-summer camp party.

Featuring Umphrey's McGee.

The cast will be slightly different this year.

I remember the facebook post from last year:

Bharat Malkani, Keller Williams, the bad twins and the Chillicothe rain.

Or something like that.

This year the post could be something like:


 Keller, the bad twins,  some Leftover Salmon, Rostov (and Gogol) and Lili Marlene.

But we shall see.   No since writing history until its past.  Kind of defeats the whole purpose.

So the soundtrack going into the sesshin will surely be the Mantis.

A riff for each decade, starting with the 60s to the 90s and everything in between.   Then compressed together like a rock opera.  Something like this:

We believe there's something here worth dying for.
Uniforms are old but we'll still try some more.
I'd probably be wrong if I was right.
The breeze (it sees?) from all considerations.
Turmoil stands like old rubberbands unbreaking.
And anything worth mentioning need not be too polite.
We won't mind.

I've seen
Much bigger, more than me.
Your will
Be done.
I'm not the only one.
The task
It seems
A backwards path
When things are said in context
Big enough to wrap in boxes
The things we'd say
Aren't easy to replace
Be brief if you're unsure
That's much braver than before.

So what's your point?
Who's the next you will annoint.
There's nowhere to transcend to
If we've got no ears to lend you.

I hate to say it.
You're no replacement.
Excuse you cannot buy.
Seems so aimless
Too short and painless.
The truth you cannot hide.
The trouble measures
There's something better
There's one more word to try.
I hate to say it.
You're no replacement.
I'm never good at lies.
Never good with lies. (4x)

Had you thought about it?
Could you live without it?
'Cause it's all about you in the end.

And it's so elaborate
(And it's all around you)
But you never had her
(But she turned around on you)
And you cannot grab it if you try.

One trial down.  At least one more to go in the next month.  Maybe another 3 before the summer's over.  Time to have a little fun:-)

Tattoo You, Ch. 8

Two new concepts and several new characters are introduced:

Concept 1:

1.   Sarabi Pong.  Which became necessary because:

2.  She wants to avert a class war by starting one. #capitalismsucks.

New Characters:

1.   Loreli of the Tom Tom Club.   Hereinafter "L"

2.   Chadicus Llamacus.   Hereinafter "CL"

The Dialog:

SS (Sarabi):  This table is reserved for the communist party.

OOP (Omniscient, Omnipotent Narrator):   We are great in theory, but we suck in practice.

CL:   What we need is a benevolent leader.

OOP:   The leader doesn't exist because power corrupts absolutely.  

SS:  I will be that leader.  I will rule the galaxy.

OOP:   That is the purpose behind Sarabi Pong.   To keep you modulated from going to extremes.  When in the course of Sarabi events, it becomes necessary to construct a game, namely "Sarabi Pong"  to prevent you from going over to the dark side.

L:  People who have the balls and ideals to form a communist government must step aside after the government is formed.

SS:  I don't know who said this, but Capitalism is War, Socialism is Peace.

CL:   You said it.

OOP: It is against my religion to drink

(5 minutes later): Revision #1. It is against my religion to drink anything but vodka.

SS:  Will's wife is such a bitch.   Like an attention craving kid. 

CL:  Probably, I already thought she was a spoiled little rich girl.

SS:  I know.   Maybe being an attention slut is her full time job.

CL:  She pours like three drinks a week.  You call that work?

SS:  I shall rule the earth and the Milky Way.

L:  Ok, chill babies.  So--we need the revolutionary war figurehead--assuming success we need a benevolent idealistic overlord, and another to redistribute the wealth and spoils of war fairly.  We need a gang of at least three.

CL:  A benevolent overlord sounds like it is some sort of oxymoron, right?

L:  Yes, unless its merely a figurehead position.   I forgot the judicial system, which is crucial and must not be corrupted at all cost.  I nominate the OOP for the judicial overlord position.

SS:  I second that nomination.

OOP:  The OOP cannot be trusted.   Trust me I know.   I have inside information.

L:  I doubt that.  Very well, I nominate myself.   I can be trusted.  Trust me.

CL:   I like cats.

L:  We followed a cat on our walk.  All hail our feline overload.

CL:   I whole heartedly agree.   Everybody wants to be a cat.  Because a cat's the only cat who knows where its at.

OOP:  You people are so overrated.  Is that all you got?  I need some inspiration here.

SS:  You are jealous of our life.

CL:  Yes.   Definitely.  We ate sushi and drank wine in the park.  You, on the other hand, live in green jell-o.

SS:  I'm glad the Buddha and Saad took a night off.

SS:  I don't think the OOP appreciates us taking up all the space on his legal pad with the enormity of our discourse.  But what does he want from us?   A life changing story in one hazy drunken night?
Can we change the world with the profundity of our thoughts?

L:  If so, it would make the trivial loss of one legal pad seem worthwhile.

CL:  We may need more than one legal pad.  We have a bunch of good shit.

SS:  I think instead of changing this corrupt fucking decaying world we should start over with a new planet.   Yes, indeed, my friends.   I am suggesting starting over.   Drop your iPhones--we are starting from scratch.  No electricity, cars, grocery stores--grow your own food--communicate with words.   Its our new manifesto--LETS START OVER!

L:  You can lead a horticulture, but you can't make her think.

SS:  I can, because I can do anything.

L:   Horticulturists Unite!

SS:  Abort the war on women!

CL:  I feel so awkward when I see people wearing Aeropostale in public.   Like I really can't believe I sold them that.

SS:  He he he....like Will's wife?