An imaginary place in a reactionary time

I was on a train going through Wisconsin on my way to Montana to see a medicine man on the Blackfeet res.

I was sitting with Lynda Berry and her brother cracking wise about this and that. We passed through Karma WI a town of feed storage and warehouses. Standing right next to the tracks in front of a warehouse that had Karma written in big letters on the roof, was a stricking dressed younger man, wearing a long overcoat and a perfect fedora.

The man would have looked strickingly well dressed on Michigan Ave., much less in the middle of some podunk farm town. Every one on the train stop talking at the oddity of the scene, Lynda Barry cracked a loud joke (I forget what she said) everybody laughed and went back to what they were doing.

Is this a dream or reality, and would somebody please tell me what it means.

has anyone ever heard of FAREED HAQUE (fareed haque band)? supposedly he's really good. he's this middle-eastern (funky-lookin') guitarist. he plays at the WISE FOOL's PUB, once in a while. 'cause i met this wacky chic(k) who manages his music tours/bookings through "jambase".

just wondering. just finding a connection in this oh-so-disconnected world.

a true buddhist. . . .

I'M NOTHING, gordon gano (violent femmes)

i-m n-o-t-h-i-n-g
i-m n-o-t-h-i-n-g

i-m n-o-t-h-i-n-g
i-m n-o-t-h-i-n-g
i'm nothin'
i'm nothin'

are you a republican or a democrat
a liberal fascist full of crap

i-m n-o-t-h-i-n-g
i-m n-o-t-h-i-n-g

somebody somewhere might be something
but everybody everywhere
knows that i'm nothing
politics and dirty tricks
i got no time for stones and sticks
politics and dirty dricks
i got no time i'm chasing chicks

i-m n-o-t-h-i-n-g
i-m n-o-t-h-i-n-g

somebody somwhere might be something
but everybody everywhere
knows that i'm nothing
i'm nothing but i'm not proud
'cause being nothing it's not allowed
are you a gay or are you straight
do you believe in love
or do you believein hate

i-m n-o-t-h-i-n-g
i-m n-o-t-h-i-n-g

somebody somewhere said he was something
but to everybody everywhere
i'm saying i'm nothing
i'm nothing, i'm like a cloud
i'm free to be alone in a crowd
what's your reality, it's not real to me
what's your anomaly, it is my destiny

i-m n-o-t-h-i-n-g
i-m n-o-t-h-i-n-g

i'm nothin'
nothin'
nothin'

i'm nothing now and i'll be nothing when
this nothing world has its nothing end

fareed is a local jazz guitarist who once played with sting. he used to play with ed petersen at the green mill. i'm sure he would think your orean ass is funny looking too. but maybe not. i met him a few times ten or so years ago, he's a a nice guy. did a nice show with thomas de uterra at teh old hothouse.

no more violent femme lyrics, oona. this is your second warning. ip banning is next.

how awesome that someone knows fareed haque!

Ffej will always beat me on details, dates, venues and personal encounters.

But I can say that Haque is damn good, and I'm a picky bastard when it comes to jazz.

Fareed, y'all should know, plays in, of all things, a "jam band" called Garaj Mahal.

Things change. Welcome to Orange.

.... oh, I should have bylined: the one with "too much time on his hands."

fared hague a greenie

ohe ohe ohe I got love in my tummy and I feel like getting some more

Anybody ever see that rugrat ali khan ali baba dude. He is supposed to be this high spiritual dude, but all he ever did was get red faced rock back and forth and scream. Weird stuff man.

it's all about chocolate & sexual pleasure.

DOWN ON LOVE!

Love stinks sex is pretty good though

someone isn't being worked hard enough by the university.

we can fix that though...

love doesn't stink. but the urge to merge does. it's called pheremones. theres a few women i know who generate enough to put the 82nd airborne in traction. one of them, whom we'll call melody, used to pick up guys on north halsted street. boys town. she once told me she didn't believe in hommosexuality. (but then she's also the origin of the sleep walking prank. i used to crash on her couch, and wake up in her bed, along with 3-7 other people. i figured they had picked me up and carried me while i was sleeping. she told everyone i was a sleep walking perv. after louise and i dissengaged, this made a backswing relationship impossible, since everyone i knew thought i was a perv because of her.)