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I went out and ripped Leonard Cohen, his manager wasnt the only one. You know, I saw him at a Dolls show in the 70s, and all he said was hello. So why not? Anyway Picasso said it was good to steal. Below is my 2009 April 3 minute opus Roll Cadillac Roll; it drips Leonard. It came to me the 1st Sunday after  Easter when Thomas doubts. I was in a little park square when I saw the bird [mentioned], and was in fact, shortly thereafter on the phone to Jeff DeMark [who was honing his homage to Rock LaPatina.] So here it us.. you will find it as an embeddable video below .. a bit biblical..if I have hit luck. Anyhoo, it's outthere now. the original rag is here. I was hard pressed  and fallen The doors were locked and bolted When the dove it up and pointed to the heart of Jesus pierced And change came over me Like wind through a tree And I went out on 32 hwy with its crows Humming  Roll Cadillac roll Roll Cadillac roll

RadioWeblogMorgueClipping. Originally ran Tuesday, January 06, 2004 Tom the Revelator I guess I have a shoolboy's affection for St John. Our deepest ties were forged in school. He is my patron saint. John was a writer. So am I. John and I are tied by duress. On Halloween, at St John Nepomuk's [a Bohemian John] in Racine, the First Graders had to dress as their saints, a project my mother womanfully threw herself into. She made a robe out of a bed sheet, and I was St John, with trepidation, sent off to the school bus stop. There, and worse later on the bus, I endured the taunts of the kids - even the bus driver made fun of me. My classmates on the main more wisely waited until they got to school to don their saint-man garb. Oh how I suffered. Anyway John the Revelator is hip just now. Thanks to Jack White of the White Stripes. He has revived in his road show the spiritual "Who's that writing? John the Revelator" Taken probably from Son House [the Rube Wadel...

Before going on the road, Jack Kerouac was a gridiron - 10.23.89 - SI Vault C: wrote: June 1988~ Lowell MA My son  Jake  is three months old. We've just returned from my dad Samuel Estrada, sr.'s memorial in southern California. I. was 37 years old The photo taken by  Jack  is in Jack Kerouac Park in front of one of several black granite stones imprinted with J.K.'s prose. We've been only able to return once or twice in 25 years. I wonder what the granitie pieces are like now? From my point of view this was first time we took Jake out. Opening of Kerouac Park in Lowell. I think the weather has been unkind to stone. I can read the stone I think: ... "although I also know everybody in the world's had his own troubl es, you'll understand that my particular form of anguish came from being too sensitive to all the lunkheads I had to deal with just so I could get to be a high school football star, a college student pouring coffee and washing dishes ...

The Viking Terro r  [Translated by Kuno Meyer ] Bitter is the wind tonight, It tosses the ocean's white hair: Tonight I fear not the fierce warriors of Norway Coursing on the Irish Sea.

I would posit that this begins with Roland playing a Stylophone ,  an early portable electronic synthesizer. Here he puts the backbeat in Bachrach. For wierd somewhat unbeknownst reasons Rashaan Roland Kirk appeared as the last artist on the last Ed Sullian show...THIS IS NOT THAT [above he plays I say a lil prayer].. On the Sullivan show he played a version of the recent hit: My Cherie Amour. “It was difficult to believe one’s eyes or ears when tuning in the show entirely by accident, not having heard of the booking. I caught Sullivan’s remark about staying tuned for Rahsaan Roland Kirk and his ‘classical jazz musicians,’” Leonard Feather wrote in Down Beat. It was sure a surprise to me. A couple of my friends had some of his records. Steve Allen or Jack Paar might have had him on before. So I knew who was. The fact that he could play a nose flute and a sax more or less at the same time probably partially the reason he got on some of those tv shows. Show biz was still i...

James Wolcott's memoir: Lucking Out. He is humble enough to point out his great luck. That should not cover the fact that he achieved great things as a writer in New York in the '70s and thereafter, and he saved enough brain cells to remember it pretty well for this memoir. He arrives from Maryland in the great city with a letter of reference from Norman Mailer. Coming to the city with hope of a literary life. Some hungry days, but he throws himself and is mixing with the strange New York crowd of the day. A story a tad Dickensian (with cynical urbanity all around, he remains as tender as Copperfield) , but this time with the backdrop of the Nixon era. Arriving as he does in 1972, he enters New York City at a particularly portent time. (Think of that Stevie Wonder number where the guy full of hope gets off at Port Authority, only to immediately be arrested and sent to Attica forever.) New York in 1972 - still relatively cheap, never more dangerous, (one day that year 24 people ...

Little known but Kerouack had a home in Orlando. On hard ground under a dome of cypress trees After On the Road. Before the Deluge. About the time He’d hit some money. ( Linking here to earlier text version of this. Above is new version, slightly updated.0

Joe McCarthy i. Preparing the brown bags At the Manawaw Cashway Smiling Irish to The old Wisconsin ladies Joe McCarthy in 1929 Put on his charm and fanfaronade To wangle out of here To college to get away ... New senator from Texas Ted Cruz is disarmingly like McCarthy...with hair.