Thank you, commenter M.J., for inadvertently reminding me of where I picked up the phrase “metaphysical distress.” It was from Ed Sanders’ introduction to a recording of the Fugs’ “Swinburne Stomp” from their 1965 debut album, to wit: “In the key of metaphysical distress, the Swinburne Stomp!” Be sure to listen to the whole performance, [...]
I hope we move before I find a pistol. This last stunt hit me hard. I was proud once, dammit. Kept the paint bright, planted trees. Saw the house a quarter mile away. Felt solid, taken care of. Boo-hoo batshit. Don’t let me walk across that bridge alone. For at least a year now I’d [...]
Oh yes, I watched that debate. As I tweeted to someone, “I’ve never seen anything like that in my entire life!” It’s relevant to this post, but that comes later. This is all about my brother Bill. Someday I’ll write the book about my family that will end all family histories—no one will even try [...]
Turkey vultures circle high overhead, but they’re not here for me. Maybe something in the neighborhood. There’s no telling what folks get into in these parts, especially since no one in the immediate vicinity has ever told me the whole truth about anything. (Dark underbelly of the code of the West.) Illegal loose dogs, illegal [...]
It’s only life, as some would say. Awakened at 5:15 a.m. by a familiar blackness—hello, doom!—I staggered to the computer to encounter this: https://twitter.com/DanKennedy_NYC/status/730287235740897280 Obviously I’m a pro. As my wife says several times a day, “Can you please relax?” We’ll see!
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