Sunday, September 23, 2007
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Chicken Bone and the Boneheadz
>he was just 16 when he decided to be a star
>dropped outta high school and picked up a guitar
>traveled away down south many moons and and many miles
>to the home of the blues
>New Orleans style.
>
>he stood on a corner and played 'til his fingers was raw
>people was late for work cuz the wonder they saw
>some gave a dime and some gave a quarter
>but the most curious gift he got was from a man with a recorder
>
>Man said come here, boy and tell me who you are
>you keep playin' like that and I'll make you a star
>they call me Chicken Bone on the south side o' chicago
>tell me where to go, I'll be there tomorrow.
>
>next day in studio 13 Chicken Bone played what he knew
>devil blues, country and a little rockabilly too.
>Hot damn! Boss yelled you shonuff play fine
>take this here pen and put it to this here dotted line
>
>No suh can't do that. my gift is my own
>I'll share it with the world through my own microphone.
>Eyes filled with fire, claws scratching his desk
>Man said sign here, boy, this is not a test.
>
>Sorry sir, but I really must be on my way
>Then he closed the door behind him he was off toward another day
>Chicken Bone grinned slyly cuz he knew what he had done
>He had stood face to face with the devil and the poor boy had won.
>dropped outta high school and picked up a guitar
>traveled away down south many moons and and many miles
>to the home of the blues
>New Orleans style.
>
>he stood on a corner and played 'til his fingers was raw
>people was late for work cuz the wonder they saw
>some gave a dime and some gave a quarter
>but the most curious gift he got was from a man with a recorder
>
>Man said come here, boy and tell me who you are
>you keep playin' like that and I'll make you a star
>they call me Chicken Bone on the south side o' chicago
>tell me where to go, I'll be there tomorrow.
>
>next day in studio 13 Chicken Bone played what he knew
>devil blues, country and a little rockabilly too.
>Hot damn! Boss yelled you shonuff play fine
>take this here pen and put it to this here dotted line
>
>No suh can't do that. my gift is my own
>I'll share it with the world through my own microphone.
>Eyes filled with fire, claws scratching his desk
>Man said sign here, boy, this is not a test.
>
>Sorry sir, but I really must be on my way
>Then he closed the door behind him he was off toward another day
>Chicken Bone grinned slyly cuz he knew what he had done
>He had stood face to face with the devil and the poor boy had won.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
That penguin has been with me for long time. She represents the time I left Asia to live in quasi-Asia...Hawaii. Apparently she was part of a shipment that fell off a truck in Toronto or Montreal. My gangster friends collected the windfall and spread the goodness around the world. She (I ain't got a name for her yet) goes where I go and never talks back. A great companion.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Things here is good. I just interviewed for a
full-time position at my job which will make me
overworked and underpaid. I actually interviewed
before but the guy they gave it to is leaving
(back to Oz in fact).
Big Spencer left back to Wisconsin a couple of
months back to do the outdoor leadership course.
However, as soon as he returned he developed a
blood clot in his shoulder which will put the
course on hold for about a year. He is doing very
well, working and living with mum and dad, whom
btw visited about a week ago. And yes, you can
see very easily where Matt and Spencer get their
down home sensibility. Their father, btw, is
taller than Spence.
I was challenged to a fight the other day. My
neighbors fight a lot and the woman kicked the
guy out. I went over to tell him he was making
too much noise and was immediately called some
very naughty names and then came the cliched "You
wanna piece of me.?!?!" I replied, "Sure, come on
over when you're finished moving your stuff out."
Nothing came of it, but it was pretty strange to
see a person so out of control.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
How does this shiznite werk??
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