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Falling leaves upon mottled yellowed green red reflection sailing leaves on river meander glassine down stream to the bridge pontoons I am holding on letting go I'm telling you? I am telling everyone! -Jack Vaughan, 2009

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 Forget that he had to do High school at night – well he was a dairy farmboy pullin the tits – milkin’ This is after the hens 2000 of them On the McCarthy farm The hens that made him A big egg man Almost The hens that would die When he came down sick ad the boys that he had hired were Appleton slow to grok the details Sure and the ckens croaked And that wasn’t the way out Did he think once Lord what’s the use But Joe kept on not beat yet At the night school high school parsing At the day job Cashway bagging The scratch to get To go to Marquette... By Jack Vaughan, Oct 2009 ====== A fuller look at Joe would include: Circuit Judge Joe in between sessions playing cards at the Racine elks club – Drunk on the road with the list of communists – The jig is up: taken down by Boston lawyer Welch – last days...

Experiment in Abstraction 1 I think America has the greatest music because it is such a hodge podge. So much in music is about dialectic, whether it is erudite Chopin encountering folk tunes, or Fats Waller goofing on a Bing Crosby tune ["the jingle bells done got him!]. So I look at a country tune from a few angles in this podcast including a riff on Sun record- era cowboy hipsters I met once in Eureka. This is in three parts, a nod to the restrictions on 'size of free post'. Experiment in Abstraction 2 Experiment in Abstraction 3 I thought it would be great to be an Internet DJ. And to play music for my old friends like in the old days..except over the ether...well it is work. And I have a job. So I have been remiss on this. Technical hurdles amass in the Vaughan household and I get bogged down. So, this was originally done on Memorial Day..but it is posting on Labor Day. [I did get some sun this summer. :) ]Cecelia says I have a future with my voice, and I cant ever rem...

The first time I found Mission Hill it was because I got lost. The portal my car flew by was the bodega ‘Casa Cris’ - owner Cris was later killed by robbers - that day I skedaddled. Why are the signs in Spanish? But I returned. First to Eldora, later Calumet. And it’s been home. And church bells are always ringing. Quite a day for Mission Hill – ‘the biggest day ever.’ Rain picking up Hurricane Dan’s edge. Bomb sniffing German Sheperds. Security high. As Sen. Ted Kennedy makes his last motorcade ride. Four presidents come to Mission Hill to see the end of the great Kennedy. Pres. Obama at Mission Church will be front and center. Said Ted: He didn’t mind not being president; it just bothered him that someone else was. He followed the summon of service. And we are on the map. Corner of Tremont and Parker. Saturday morning rain. The neighborhood that devil may care forgot. Black SUV after black SUV roll in sad parade. Sen. Dodd rolls down his window, the pol inside him alive alive....

Involved with the Web since the very early days and credit it has been a magical extension of the mind, of the universal mind, even. But, while it breaks down established media – a pointed example for me is the way it obliterated the computer trade press, the Web must be an afterthought. There is a lot of talk about this of late, and I find Gladwell’s critique of Anderson’s Free manifesto the most compelling digest view of said. Yet Anderson discovered something not easily apparent. Basically, a band shouldn’t expect even ‘gas money’ out of record sales. It should just get out there and play bars and sell t-shirts. Disruptive new medium has closed the book on the music business as it was known. Yet there were fixable elements of the record business – things could have been done differently – the descent could have been different, even forestalled. Marshall McLuhan hypothesized that each new medium encapsulates former mediums. This may have been less obvious for TV, which fed on Newspap...

Hey, Jack, what are you doing? It’s almost Independence Day? Wildly digging a day off. Playing Iggy, Roy Head, Dylan’s new one (Jolene), the Shadows of Night, Little Brother Montgomery. Let see, taking a look at my blog to see what was good since last July.. Last July I just flew back from Cape Canaveral where I was in the Rocket Garden . Arms were tired. Took a picture of a family taking a picture in front of a Saturn rocket. On that trip I got to see JackKerouac’s Orlando home too. Thinking it’s time for a road trip now or soon. Might go to Prague in the fall for computer thing. Get to Kafka’s house. I’ve always wondered if he owned a fan or had an icebox. Apropos of expensing things: Saw a Patti Smith movie last night..she wangled a trip to Rome to Gregory Corso’s grave out of the thing. Gregory is buried at the foot of Shelly. Would like to go there before I join them. You are so heavy! News is ever on my mind. Especially as it goes down the tubes. Here, Boston magazine has a r...