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MoPOP at dusk, Seattle

Monday, November 3, 2014

Sopwith Camel - Fazon



Well, it's that time...on the road again. Or soon anyway. Another show and my birthday this week, dim sum at koi palace. Long drive for a near blind guy. Quite a conundrum. I do sound a bit strident and frothing of late, no? The country is about to get markedly dumber or should I say our representation is going to resemble a stupid electorate more accurately than ever. Joni Ernst will take Bachmann's place, who grabbed Palin's position of fool on the distaff side of the ledger, amazes me that a guy like LePage can be re-elected, given his nasty disposition and record. But we obviously like them stupid and mean here in america and we are about to get our wish in spades. Mean is definitely in, we have a strange need to punish the other guys and we are set to deliver an outstanding field of "smiters." America, you deserve whomever you elect, have at it. Will be entertaining watching the new majority eat each other up for a while.
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I dreamt I was in Clarkdale last night, living with all the characters, including the famous author that moved to town a few years back and recently wrote his thinly veiled biography of the berg, R. Fishbone Sturgeon. Came up with a bit of new fodder to bat around. (Anybody seen the new Rasta Healing center in town? I have to get a picture. Still trying to envision J. Hogshead with long black dreads.)Then I was magically transported to a grateful dead concert where I was playing freestyle frisbee (one of my old hobbies and joys) with backstage passes and full privileges and party favors. Music was great and at the end I believe I even started to fly. Ah, the magic of sleep and dreaming! Miss you Jerry. Didn't realize that things would be such a bore without you, champ.

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