Memorial Day

If the politics of war hadnt been what they now are, I could feel somewhat better about this day. I mean to escape totalitarian domination by any government is an happiness that exceeds personal wealth. It is second only to good health. Since the advent of industry, the nature of war has become so economically evident that the merchants should put their advertising on the soldiers uniforms.
"Haliburton, Here because we need to be."
What was Vietnam all about? We were gonna stop the dominoe effect of communisism in the far east. Yawn. We killed a bunch and I mean a big bunch of po whites and blacks in that mess. Not to mention the millions of Vietnamese that were slaughtered. The rich ones didnt even go. You could buy your way out, or go to Canada.
What is the attack of Iraq all about? It has to be that the US needed a reason to Occupy one of these fine sandy areas for its economic benifit. Bush has Saddam Husseins pistol in the white house. BFD. Two soldiers a day die for that.
We now for the first time in our 200+ years posess a standing professional army. Prior to WWII we had a token force that was built upon during an emergency. (Like the japs attacking Pearl Harbor) Now we have an Army of One that gets its measley pay and dies in the sand dunes for a purpose that no one gets, led by someone who wouldnt go to war himself. Quale, Clinton, Bush. No goe. Yet they enjoyed the luxury of telling OTHER americans that they could go be killed in a foreign country for yet unknown reasons. We went to Bosnia, to liberate Muslims for christs sake. Or Petes sake, I dont know. Now they want us out and dead. Why didnt we go after that Osama bin Laden who at least ADMITTED he did what he did. There is evidence that he did it, and he's still rummin around the planet while the newly "indepenent" Iraqi's kill each other and our soldiers in a power struggle over who controls what. And it will be YEARS before anyone gets us out of there with peaceful ramification rather than more bloodshed, I dont care what al gore says.
I was in the army in 1970-71. They threw me out cause they said I was 'undesirable' and they were right to do that. I wouldnt kill anyone I didnt like for a reason that was unclear and indistinguishable from imperialistic governmental impetus. And I enjoy the freedom that my father helped create by wasting the japs in the pacific. A job I also would have givin my life for. I would have gone lookin for Osama. But they dont want to do that. They want to run Iraq cause well Haliburton can get richer. Thats why. All this talk about freedom and liberty always comes out when they want you kill someone for them and feel good about it. Its bullshit and they know it but it works in small towns. Evidently.
Bowe
PS dont forget to google:
Rex Stratton Santa at the Gulag
and listen to the music

Its Once Again Sunday

Fifteen years ago there was a band from New Orleans called "Java" and they rocked. They'd come up heah to Iowa for summer club tours. They played rockish blues, jazz oriented Rock, plain rock, and plain blues. You never heard them on the radio, and today you'd NEVER hear them. The singers tits werent that big. But she was beautiful and talented nonetheless. That is why Internet Music is important. If you investigate the music, then you will find talented small tittied people with music from the soul or the heart, or the groin, or the cranium that moves and excites, and causes one to pause and say..."geeze, I think I'll buy that!" or maybe "if theyre in town I'll go and hear them."
Celebrated former greats like Andy West, Steve Morse, Mike Keneally are putting out album after album and selling them well. The former lead singer and rythym guitarist for Boston have an homade CD on CD baby and it rocks. It cost them very litle to produce, in fact they under produced it to remove the slickness. I heard Nina Storey (its www.ninastorey.com) for anyone who read my last post and was cornfused. I hear people complain about tooo many choices. Thats because they live in a box and outside of the box its scarey. But Im grateful for the ability, (albiet expensive) to be able to cruise to hear regional musicians from Memphis, Albany, Santa Fe, and Juneau. Just spin the dial....
bowe

Well Im Home

I'll have to set up a webshots place and link up the fifty thousand pictures I took of Estes Park Colorado and the Rocky Mountain National Park. I get a little stupid once in a while and forget that some presidents of this country have given us drones some nice shit to play with/in/around. I've been to Monticello and love that spread. I think Teddy was smart to set aside a large section of Colorado. It is so fabulously rugged and like I was on trail ridge road and up past the 10,000 foot level I met Skiers. How wack. Ofcourse my inability to motivate in the thin air was immediately obvious to our group. Two steps then rest. Two steps then rest. (all that pot I used to smoke coupled with a lifetime of doughnuts)
We stayed in the Holiday Inn in Estes Park and got a deal on the rooms for the week. I think we paid 46 bucks a night per double bed room and we rented three. Simply by the luck of the draw my wife and I got the room with the mountain view. It was phenominal. The entire community was phenominal. Extremely diverse from Chinese, to Korean to Mexican, to Anglos, to Swedes...We were up on Bear Lake with a group of Vietnamese kids who had every digital toy and yet they were laughing and intercommunicating with everyone and thouroughly enthralled with the frickin snow that was falling everywhere. I mean this is the latest in my life i've suffered snow in the springtime. It dumped at least three inches on the already foot deep snowpack. But it was so misty...Misty snow. The bus that takes you up from the main parking lot manages to stay real close to precipitous cliff curves and groans and squeaks along at fifteen to thirty miles an hour, I swear that i was back in East Moline, Illinois in 1963 and the driver was the same dood. We made it. Me and my wife walked around Bear lake where they have a walking trail, Its basically flat. But the air was thin and bein a flatlander with funky lungs I did a lot of breaks. There were some twentysomethings in tank tops and shorts. It was about 35-40 (F) when the sun came out. The wind was about 30 MPH and when the snow and clouds came it was freakin cold nah... we had jackets and sweatshirts on. It felt great overall though and when I got back here and was working outside this morning I went like a raped ape through whatever I did. Much more oxygen and energy.
Estes Park has a public television station that has community musicians, artists, and new age philosophers and promenent business people and historians. It was the very best I've ever seen. I saw Nina Story a singer/songwriter from Boulder do five of her songs, A couple old ones and three new ones. Very talented. She was a redheaded beauty with a vocal style similar to Maria Muldars if you know who I mean. Sometimes she even sounded a little like Nicolette Larson. Her lyrics were like my brotherinlaw Tims stuff. Real personal and relational in nature. Anyway shes done a couple European tours and is a regional celeb in Mid Colorado. Check out her stuff at www.ninastory.com not a waste of time by anymeans. One bar had an open mic night but I missed it. I played in the Lobby of the Hotel a couple of days when my kidney stones kept me from trapsing all over and got adulation from the listeners to my acoustic stuff that I was making up as I went along. I was so glad that I could hold perfect strangers in the Lobby and not have to be any big deal. That feels so good to me to know they liked it.
My daughter went on to Santa Fe with her uncle and aunt and then to Dodge city kansas and Kansas City where they'll visit her other aunt and 5 cousins. She's due home sunday. Its like flooding around here and more rain is expected tomorrow night. The rivers are wayyyyyyyyyy up and dammit my boat motor is screwed up. Or I'd go for a ride in the Mississippi Backwaters. Its times like these you can get to places you cant normally reach and get great pictures of the islands, birds and archetechture along the banks. And then again I got songs to work on,and an album to finish...
Mo later
Bowe.............

Yee Haw!

well ahm off fer coloraedoe...gwine to rest peaceful and serene in them Rocky Mountains High. Wont that be fun? Got mah guitar, mah woman, her mom, mah daughter, and a host of cats and dawgs. Wash tub, pillars, bearskin rug. (dont ferget the harmonikee)Pleanty of pain killer for them pesky Kidney Stones, and a fine four door rental car. Yeeeeeee Haw! West ward Hoe! Back in a while...
Bowe

Thursday and its not Brussels

However the sprouts are good for ya. I eat em and although Im diseased, Im still alive.
The wife buys organic pumpkin granola bars that despite the name are quite tasty. Speaking of food. I dont eat at the Olive Garden much, but the couple times I've eaten there they've brought HUGE salads and breadsticks and lousy (albiet tasty)little portions of main dishes. I mean I know Italians. One of my best friends is an Italian cook and when I eat at his restaurant I come away sooooooooo stufffed that breathing is hard to do. At the Olive Garden I want to say... um... can ya bring a little mo of that linguini??? or I really like stuffed tortillini and I got like 4 the other day as my main dish. I could have eaten an hundred. They were exquisite. But like four? That was a robbery. I dont drink and haven't since 1987, and so no wine. Maybe if yer hammered on Giacobazzi Lambrusco the four torts are plenty. I dont know. But sober, It seemed like a real rip to me. Of course the three of us got out of there right at the fifty dollar mark and for todays restaurants thats pretty good.
Would you like cheese on that? Yeah, grate about a pound on so I feel like Im eatin something ok?
It was 1972 and I was in Moline, Illinois. I'd been in Sacremento, California with a friend from Virginia for about six months and finding gainful employment was a laugh. so I hitched back to Moline and when I got back I went lookin to see who'd put me up till I found work. Rick Humphrey and Vickey his wife had room and I was always welcome. I didnt know the building however. I put my knapsack and guitar in the living room and sat down in a chair and we were smoking some mexican. After about an hour Ronna who had been playin in a crib on the porch started to cry. Vicky said "well, I'd better put her down for her afternoon nap. I popped up with "no let me do it, she so cute..." Ronna was about 20 months old and could stand and stuff but was still wobbley. While we were smokin Vicky told me of the tenuous relationship that they'd had with the Landlord who occupied the basement apartment. There was a lot of stress and Vick was not one to suffer quietly at the hands of who she considered a tyrant. So she'd played some tricks on him for a few nights. The funniest of which was to drop silverware in the cold air return gate late at night and kinda let it bounce around till he took a broom handle and thumped the ceiling. All this was done under the influence of course and giggeling was loud and silly...Still she said "ok its the first door around the corner from the kitchen, (a room that had a doorway from the livingroom and then a hall to the bedrooms.)
I went out on the porch and got her and kissed her belly and made her laugh and walked around the corner from the livingroom and saw the first door on the right. It had an hook and eye keeping it closed. I reached up and clicked it open and pushed the door open and stepped into the darkened room. Well it was a closet, with no floor in it. It was rafters for his ceiling below and sheetrock for his ceiling. There were some storm windows leaning up against the wall near the door and resting on the rafter near the entrance. As my foot went through the sheetrock I spun back toward the entrance way and tossed ronna back out into the carpeted hallway where she landed on the floor in her cotton diapers. my leg however continued downward and my left elbow went through the glass that was stacked by the wall. All this was a real suprise to me.
However it was even a greater suprise to the landlord who was in the bathroom below me taking a dump. AND he had a wooden prosthetic cause he'd lost a leg at Anzio beach in WWII. I noticed this through the huge hole my leg had created between the floor/ceiling joists... And it didnt smell very good either. My elbow was bleeding pretty good from the cuts and the landlord decided to grab my leg and shake it screaming "you did this on purpose! you did this on purpose!" Which of course was not at all the case. Ronna was sitting at about my eye level laughing out loud, and Vicky when she heard the subsequent crash came running and informed me that I'd gone into the wrong room. When she saw her landlord furiously attempting to strap on his prosthetic and heard his cussing SHE broke out in laughter. Of course the landlords wife was home, she came into the bathroom and stripped off one of my expensive Indian sandals (remember the kind with the toe ring?)Then ran to call the cops. Who were there in an amazingly short time given the neighborhood. Vicky couldnt get me up and I was really wedged between the joists.. My elbow hurt like hell and I couldnt get a place where I could kind of push myself up. And in those days, I was really skinny. So, in comes the Silvis Police in riot gear, nightsticks out. When they saw the mess they started laughing... But they had the prescense of mind to pull my ass out of the hole and then they took me to the hospitall to get the glass out of the elbow. They listened to my story and astonishingly believed me. He (the landlord) was still screaming at me as they put me into the squad car.
So, I'd been back ONE DAY and made the Moline Daily dispatch. It sounded from the article that as I stepped into the room that *whisp of smoke* Id disappeared into the landlords bathroom. I know I kicked him in the head several times flailing aroud trying to get back up and for that I was sorry. I mean I'd have hated that to happen to me, situations reversed... They never gave me back my sandal either. That sucked.
Bowe

Wednesday Morning at 6 am as the day begins

Silently turning the front door key, and stepping inside he is free...(apologies to Mssrs lennon/mccartney)
Vell naw, We be gwine to Colorado tomorrow. Wont that be fun? But seriously folks. I haven't had a vacation since 1998 and this is it. I did visit my main man Bobby A. in 2002 but I was gone a total of 5 days and most of that on the road. Connecticut is a fine place nevertheless. Especially in summer. Check him out at WHUS radio Storrs connecticut. Tuesday am 8-10 EST. (jes Google WHUS and follow the instructions)
Bootsie got an haircut...hes so greyhoundesque when he gets a shave. Max got his pregnezone and I got my kidney pills.
Ma in her kerchief and I in my cap had settled our brains for a cozy lil nap. NOW Im up and running heah and there tryin to get the last minute stuff accomplished.
The sun is up and the sky is blue. For how long? Whoooooooo nose. Im promising everyone an Indian arrowhead.
Bowe

In Summary

OK
for the qucik glimpse time line:
born......
Beatles...
Garage Band.......
The very first song I learned to play was "Whatd I say?"
By Ray Charles. The little lead lick. Then I learned "Louie Louie" and a song called "Little Latin Lupe Lou"
After that it was she loves you
and Norweign Wood and breathy solo guitar songs about love, and disenfranchisement.
I leared "You cant judge a book by looking at its cover" when I was 15 and I thought Bo Diddley was farrrrrr out. I also learned a song called "boogie chillun" that I didnt understant at all. In fact I thought it was a non-sensical thing that someone (John Lee Hooker) did as album fill. My garage band did wilson pickett's in the midnight hour cause our drummer/singer was into soul. I heard about a group called Moby Grape and a song called Omaha. We even played that, although today Im not so sure that it sounded much like the record. We did a Monkees song "Valerie" cause the bass player could sing that. Of course we did TONS of Stones and along came "Jethro Tull", the Moody Blues, the band broke up cause I moved away. (we were always doing that)
We could generally practice at my parents house when my dad was out of town on business and mom was hammered, but, we had to play "wooly bully" over and over and some of the guys were like really pissed about it.
Then other bands that lasted a week or two, a journey to florida, Georgia, and finally California and back to New York where marriage and day job and gettin by with a GED were what I was up against.
She hated men, and she hated me but I got her out of her previous marriage and she placated me until my lifestyle drove her into a new search for mr right. (#4) I drank myself into Oblivion and them another bad marriage that lasted about 50 days. But was able to produce another child. (Two boys by the first wife, one girl by the second wife) and finally Treatment for alcoholism, A/A and my most recent 17 year spate with reality and no drugs. I have another daughter, she is the apple of my eye. She can get over on me big time and I'm a sucker for her smooches.
mo later.....
Bowe

Tuesday morning/evening

"Cancell mah subscription to the resurrection" Jim Morrison sang. And he died. He died. Oh lawd haw he died. Well the Stones didnt play last night so I must be gettin some satisfaction. Gotta work on the MUSIC Wed cause Thursday I'll be in colorado. And unable to record. There is of course my day job to think about as well. I jes gotta et it together this week... All together and get the people involved, involved.
spray for me will ye?
specially ifn yer kidneys are fullin yer bladder.
Bowe

Mundane Appendix

I have to go to work. I actually dont mind except for the kidney pain, and I may yet wind up in the hospital. I hate the hospital. Its noisy and nasty, and overcrowded. Sheesh. But hey, its one place where when you can afford it they have to let you in. I just cant stand it. I always get partnered with someone who has to have a light on all night, talks all night, watches the home shopping channel all night. And if I tell them to stop they whine all night. This has happened to me twice in the last two visits. Hospital? you ask? Why would you go there? Well I've had a couple heart attacks too. Its amazing im not dead. That abusive lifestyle I lead for years. Cigarettes, bubblegum, soda pop... it adds up. But as time passes so does the chances that youll last much longer...So Im having as much fun as I can while I can. Like battling kidney stones. Playin music, or just sippin lemonade on the balcony of the Dodge House Hotel and watching the tourists waddle along with their packages and chit chat.
Music is wonderful. It can take you anywhere you want to go. Today it takes me to work.
Later mon
Bowe

Mundane

Well
I kinda got the site up this morning. I got some pics and some music on it. The music is four track demo's from my home studio and sketches of stuff were gonna do when we get to Mike Hall's studio in LeClaire in a few weeks. Im still in some pain. The freakin thing just doesnt want to move out. It just wants to stab me over and over like a letter from the child support office telling me Im in arrears. But there is medication for both problems. I got all my chores done this moaning. I got my pee to the doctors office for analyzation. Hey! Now theres a job. Prolly gets paid better dan me too...I store uric acid. (Thats an overshare?) (my daughter would say so)
And so it goes. Hope I sell some mo CD's. Thats been great! AHM so glad. so are my kidneys and we thank you fo your support. In heaven you'll get an extra glass of fresh made wine! (I think)wait! maybe they cant drink up there either. I cant remember. Its been so long since I been there I fogot.
so go visit
http://www.freewebs.com/rexio/index.html an sign mah guest book and listen to the fabulous music I've tickled yer ears wid...
Bowe

the sunless part of Sunday

Now that the darkness is creepin in...(the post time displayed is about two and a half hours earlier than what it actually is here) My Kidney stones are still kickin my ass.I hate it when nothing works. Sheesh.I drank TONS of GALLONS of water, green tea, and the damn thing refuses to move into my freakin bladder. WHAT a DRAG. Im numb in the head and tender in the back. go figure. I restrung all my guitars today because tomorrow Im going to have home studio time and I wanted everything fresh and bright.I even tuned the damn drums. What a man eh? Im going to use my acoustic for the chords on the first tune and a stand up bass (roland) and then a fabulously long sustain from a setting on my zoom 707II that allows me to blend the melody into the chords seamlessly and etherially. If they get my website working properly I'll post a chunk of it for your perusal. This must be GAWD chastising me for being an ignorant so and so. Back pain nausea back pain then for a couple hours its like nothing is wrong. I prolly need to confess I know where the body is hidden, or the money, or something,to get the diety to slack off. Its like water torture. drip drip drip. ache ache ache.
Im sure I'll be up later and finish this.
Bowe

Sunny

It is beautiful. Even suffering with KIDNEY STONES. This is a beautiful day. The sun is shining, fluffy white clouds float by in a pale blue sky. What a fine morning. Then I read the news. JESUS! Wont somebody stop the war? I guess by now its unstoppable and it said in the NYTimes that Morocco is becoming a country where terrorist organizations are beginning to emerge. So we go blow up Morocco? Lets hope not. It seems as though any excuse will be enough for an Arab to take out a westerner. They cut off that telemarketers head last week and made a movie out of it. Its that kind of inflammatory behavior on a personal level that will keep the fires of hatred burning for a long time. I disagreed with attacking Iraq. I had no qualms about finding Osama Bin laden though. I was utterly disappointed when they didn't put the resources and effort they put into Iraq into finding Osama bin Laden. At least they might have captured a dood that actually claimed to have attacked the United States, and admitted that he pulled it off. But that's all lost in a maze now of wanna be martyrs for Islam, and the disenfranchisement of Arabs world over who feel like death is honorable if it comes taking out the infidels. It lifted the tension in the world by mega decibels, and gave every wacko, and future wacko, an agenda by which they could kill, maim, and destroy.
Then again, I think this has been the path of the history of man since the beginning. It'll boil down to who has the best defenses and the best ability to murder the other enmasse. That don't necessisairly mean the US will come out on top.
I remeber reading how in the 12th and 13th centuries the Arabs like to poison clothing to kill people. They are quite imaginative and subtle. Its like NO amount of dialogue will settle this ever. Just Death and that ruins a beautiful day.
Bowe

Sunday Addendum:1

Possibly the most difficult aspect of this day is to force myself to go and listen to someone rant for an hour and a half on the misery of the world and its causitive effects. How if we, then we'd...etc. ad nauseum.
Once upon a time people believed that voices, like thunder, rolled from the heavens declaring this, or that thing, that men must do, in order to get along, and of course assuage the diety. For social order and individual peace of mind this is a pretty good concept. Rack an individual about his predilection toward nahs stay and conscience shaken and feverish with guilt that person might stop whatever nahs stay he/she was involved in and make their lives and the lives of the surrounding fauna mo betta. I am all for a world that is mo safe, mo peaceful. If conscience raking is the answer then rake on dude. But week after perennial week of the same onslaught has give me the rejectives. I reject taking that shower, shaving, puttin on cologne, and getting in the car to drive to the barn where the raking occurs. I know I suck. I value humor over moral integrity. In fact I feel like I have no moral integrity at all. Except when it comes to the extremes, ie. murder, rape, extortion,infidelity,beastiality,affiliation with the religious right.
Is it possible that some people DONT know right from wrong? If you watch FOX TV on saturday night, or follow the war in Iraq, you'd know that there are SOME people who cannot discern the one from the other. That is why we are not a Libertarian Society. We need cops. AND the Cops need cops. One mirror faces the other. Years ago the ruling priesthood decided to include the afterlife in the punishment for misdeeds in the here and now. And these days the punishments ARE in the here and now AND in the hereafter, according to some folks interpretation of ancient writ. God chastises those who he loves. He burns those who he hates. Now that chastisement never includes, sickness, maiming, poverty,or lost loved ones. THAT is the work of sin in the world. But I cant for the life of me find out WHAT those chastisements that he meets out are exactly.
God is the brain police. Of course he makes NO MISTAKES so he doesnt need policing himself (ummm even though we are made in his likeness, his image, his type) we gotta figure that He is the Ultimate Cop who is incorruptable. He even says so in his ancient writs. So he sends his ministers to nag us into being mo betta Sunday through saturday and if we heed the beckoning we will do good in this life AND be reWARDED in the afterlife. (like bonus pay)
Again, the old timers said "streets of gold, no death, no crying, no pain, bejeweled gates, constant chorus's of Holy Holy Holy and bowing and worshipping happy people forever praising his name." Jimi wont be jamming with Aristotole. NO ELECTRICITY! Bummer. If Leo Fender is there then he'd be lookin for good Maple. Ah
Ahhhhhhh dont touch that fruit Leo! Some folks got thrown out a while back for a bad attitude... you dont want to start a new trend do ya? Whatta mean no jig saws? Sheesh.
Bowe

Sunday and warm

The dog started wailing about twenty minutes ago. I always go down and check it out. A figure was walking south down fourth street. But I doubt if that was burgular. It was wearing a yellow jacket. I work my job around the clock. So getting up and being alert is no problem. I've been doing it for 14 years now. The kidney stones wake me up periodically too and give me that "Im still here" nudge thats both nauseating and achey.
God I love playing music. It so soothing. It burns anger,and it is mentally challenging. I know Im not as smart as the greats. If I could read music then I could actually "write" music. But I can record what I play and thats what I call "writing". I have a cheap strat and an epiphone genesis. I have a yamaha six string. I have a pack of Elixirs that Mike Keneally gave me. He gave a pack to my daughter as well, but we've already used her's up. There is talent, there is the life, there is the creativity, and lucidity. If you've never listened to NONERADIO.com you really should. Its possibly the shit. He's had Shankar and Gingger on a couple shows running and while the world music themes are mild and sweet, I love that crunch he can get even on a Taylor acoustic. Something about the way Mr. Keneally rocks thats unique and moving. Its a class all by itself. I have an old set of Slingerland drums I play too. My home recording studio is the livingroom. Peavey PA and stuff flung everywhere. Music. Music Music. Im a Steve Morse fan. I listened to Andy Wests new CD the other day. It rocks. But the two together were so sweet. Personalities. Its so hard to have a band. Money isnt glue, and nobodys ever on the same page without direction. Everybodies got something to hide scept for me an my monkey. Hendrix tied his wailing leads to a hip hop bass line in the last few things he did. I've been trying to develop my new stuff on that principle. Bouncy basslines and a smooth sustained lead melody over clean chords. I asked my brother in law for lyrics cause he writes them in Austin Texas. He's sent along a couple nice things but he's being less general and more subjective and topical. I want some words that are more universal and less time specific for subjects like, love, alienation, joy, and disenfranchisement.
Theres only one
But if I found two
I'd give the other one to you
Yes
You.
Bowe

Time is on my side

I got the CD Burner to work like its old self. I dunno, it might be the memorex blanks too. Its odd. I can run some analog creations...(I'd better explain: I am a dayworker who has been playing music for thirty years, and I've put together my own studio piecemeal as I've been able to afford stuff. I also created a band called "hi trim" and we get together so rarely that we forget each others names...)
If you want a sample of the old stuff a cd is at

http://www.netmusic.com/web/album.aspx?a_id=CBNM_16058.

The new stuff rocks and has others besides me on it.
Anway I'll be running demos of four track sketches to CD and I'll get interrupted and have to stop for a couple of days. In between maybe i'll need to burn a few tracks for a disc jockey friend of mine etc... anyway when I finally get back to the work I was doing initially the damn thing glitches after say maybe three tracks and I've got another worthless coaster. Sheesh. but today it straightened out jes fine. My new CD Lifesongs is really roughed out. Im going down to LeClaire Iowa to Mike Hall's Studio to record it with the band after I get back from Estes Park on the 27th.

The doctor isnt in on Saturday but I called his answering service and he gave me something called "ultracet" which is like "percocet but no major buzz." He wrote me a script for hydrocodone too but if I dont have to take that, Im not gonna. Wayyyy too heavy. Maybe for sleeping though. Kidney stones are the absolute worst.
Mo Later

Um Yes

I forgot
If you want to hear some of my stuff, I've ot a link I'll post on Monday.
smooches.

Good Day

Unfortunately for me, Im passing a kidney stone. But it is in pain sometimes that our most creative juices flow. Unfortunately again, my cd burner is acting up and Im stuck using a an analog tape deck to record new music and cant transfer that music to my hard drive until I've converted it to data, which I do with a free standing CD burner with Analog capabilities. Its sad to me to go to the Art Institute in Chicago and be a breath away from a painting done on wood by an artist 500 years ago, and realize that he or she could be sitting here right now typing something creative and unusual and beautiful, but theyre dead. What a short life we lead. One of my favorites is Albrect Durer. (sorry I didnt put the two dots over the "u" like one is posed to in German, but I dont know how the hell to do that.) Geeze, I probably havent even spelled anything correctly. Another shortcoming.
Sometimes when you have kidney stones they just 'partially' block stuff. and then NAG you like an unsatisfied girlfriend in moments that you cannot bear to be annoyed. Like when your tieing two musical phrases together and you want a smooth and luxuiorious transistion and you get 'brown bear rolling trash can' tone and interchange. I want to scream "JESUS CHRIST MAKE THIS GO AWAY". But then he's at the movies and with what theyre doing to him, a kidney stone is tantamount to a hangnail.
I dont think Jesus Christ pays anyattention to people anyway. Once you get outta the earthly pain/plane then you say...woah. What was that? And never want to return to that nasty mess no mo. At least that explains why Houdini and Andy Kaufman havent been seen in years. (To me anyway)
I got banned from a discussion forum last week. It was when the pain was getting at its Zenieth. I was wayyyy over the top and using some references to foreskins, negros, and mexicans that I retrieved from some firesign theatre records. ( a record is an ancient CD read by a needle) Nobody got any of it especially the stuff on religion and I got banned. Well I guess I'm just gagged, cause I can still read other posts. Nevertheless free speech is free speech even if its offensive, repetitive, and oblique.
I need to sleep and then see if I can fix the burner. What a weekend.
Bowe