Peace on Earth

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Peace & Good Cheer

Deplume

The blood on the track was still wet when Deplume arrived on the scene. A small crowd gathered to watch.

"Any one of these people take this in?"

"No one has come forward yet."

"Is this all there is?”

“It’s all that we have been able to find so far, sir.”

“Fuck.”

Deplume knelt down and poked at it. His face bent slightly. He looked up at the sky, and then looked back down at his watch.

“Bag it now.”

Deplume stared at it for another minute and then walked towards the assembled herd who were being kept back by cops and strands of yellow tape. He automatically filed away some of the more interesting faces he saw in the crowd as they each craned their desperate, fleshy necks, trying to get a better glean at it. He then turned and double-skipped down the steel stairs, and made a bee line for the pastry shop he’d seen five minutes earlier. Rudy Nedelhause was fast on his heels.

“Man, shit, Deplume, that's some fucked-up shit back there, ain’t it?”

“No doubt about that.”

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“Whatdaya think about it? You know, 'bout what we saw, back there, on the tracks?”

“It’s fucked up, that’s what I think. You want a coffee?”

“Ca-Coffee? Uh sure, why not.”

“Two.” Deplume flashed up the requisite two-digit peace sign and then looked back at Rudy, who seemed slightly tweezed.

“How do you like your coffee Rudy?”

“Uh, regular style, uh no, shit, I’m sorry, with some milk, a little milk, but just a little.”

“Didya get that my man? He said to add just a little milk.” Deplume held his thumb and index finger an inch a part to show him. “Black is fine for the other one.”

“Sir, do you think we’ll find the, you know, the rest of it?”

“Fuck No. We never do.”

“Man. This is some freaky-ass-shit sir.”

“Yep, it sure is.”

“How sick do you have to be to…”

“Sick.”

The man behind the counter palms off the two coffees to Deplume, one oblivion black and the other cloudy, just the way Rudy likes his. Deplume pushes a five-dollar bill across the glass. The man smiles, emitting a ‘thank you’ in monotone, like he’s supposed to do.

“No need to thank me, thank you. The change is yours.”

Twenty-eight cents.

“Thanks for the coffee sir.”

“No Rudy, good morning to you. Get your game face on, it’s going to be a long day.”

Sing, Sing a Song, Sing Out Loud

"Thee-arze a'madness a'flutter," said the halfeyed scrag.

REALLY?

"M'bones y'ar splitn' art the seems."

REALLY?

"F'ookers y'ar t'ekkin too much cod-oil"

REALLY?

"H'arve ya red the peppers leatley?"

NO

"Thee-are mad oi-ee telly'a, F'ookin mad."

REALLY?

AND JUST WHO ARE THEE-ARE?

"Da'f'ookin'Bee-are-stards, D'as f'ookin hoo!"

I change my mind...there is a God.

A miracle has happened. For I not only passed my math class (the LAST math class I will ever be forced to endure) but I made a "B". A fine grade that no prognosticator, living or dead, predicted could ever be granted to me in THAT HORRENDOUS SUBJECT. I proved them wrong! Cheers to me!

Is Sherry DOA?

Management for the rock band Sherry reported that after an angry punch-up between Nick St. Nicholas and Rudy St. James, the recording of Sherry's eagerly anticipated "One for the Voyage" album has been placed on indefinite hold. Stay tuned.

Holiday Break

The fall 2004 semester concluded for me last Wednesday as I suffered through my math final (of which I have no idea if I passed or not - mathematics being my Achilles heel) and since then I have gorged myself on the diversions that feed my soul.

In no particular order I have soaked up or refamiliarized myself with art in a few of its many forms: Lit, Film and Tunes.

At the Movies

The Motorcycle Diaries - getting politically activated with Ernesto. Enjoyed it, though it's sort of slow, like the Amazon. Great South American vistas.

Oceans Twelve - "Let's get all the young millionaires together and go to Lake Como and yuck it up" - I THINK I liked it better than Oceans 11, but I don't really remember much about Ocean's 11 (the SECOND one, not the Rat Pack one, which is a snooze) so I'll just have to say this: Catherine Zeta-Jones, cool Euro-locales and great suits. Oh, and there is a heist or two.

National Treasure - Pure fluff and worth every penny of the 3 dollars paid to see it at a small theater in rural South Georgia, where I was visiting with my grandmother and had only two movies to chose from the local DUO-PLEX, as it was either this or the apparently unforgivingly appalling "Christmas with the Kranks" and the only recommendation I can give for National Treasure is that I'd probably watch it again if I came across it on TV one night.

On DVD:

Fellini's La Dolce Vita & Roma Who needs drugs when you have Fellini?

Live Forever - The Rise and Fall of Britpop The BRITS need drugs that's who...lots and lots of drugs. Great Documetaryh about one of my favorite periods in pop music.

The Wild Angels & Easy Rider ...and these TWO movies flicks. Peter Fonda sixties bookends. In Angels he's an Iron Cross wearing one-percenter-no-hoper and in the other he's "hip to time, but I just gotta go."

Country Preacher: "JUST WHAT IS IT THAT YOU WANT TO DO?"
Peter Fonda as Heavenly Blues: "We want to be FREE! We want to be free to DO what we want to DO! We want to be free to ride our machines! And we want to get LOADED! We want to have a GOOD TIME! We want to have a PARTY! And that is what we're gonna do!"

Good Reads

The Burroughs File - a nice slice of the master with pages of actual cut-ups. William was no slouch when it came to reorganizing his molecules.

Aural Delights: Heavy Rotation

The Brian Jonestown Massacre - All of it! This is just fantastic-fucked-up-pyschodelicately-lush-music. Makes me happy.

U2 - How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb proof that age has nothing to do with making great pop songs.

Brian Wilson - Smile This is the album that COULD have influenced a generation, but Brian was saving it to influence me.

The Black Keys - Rubber Factory These two guys are great. Go getcha sum Black Keys!

Interpol - Antics This, and the first Interpol album sound like the two albums me and a whole bunch of other people tried to make in the mid-80s to early 90s, but it was still just way too soon after the death of Ian Curtis to be hailed or appreciated. Time heals all wounds and this stuff just found its proper time portal to be reintroduced.

So, the groove has been strong all week. Plus, I've been working up lyrics for a few of the Sherry songs for our album "One for the Voyage" and let it be known here and now that I think this will be the BEST album of 2005. I'll put it up against any other album.