Monday, January 30, 2006

Nowa Krowa

Photo by Leo
Jest dla Nitsa i mój nowy przyjaciel Wiolka. Mój Język polski jest zły ale obraz jest dobry.

Sunday, January 29, 2006

Far Heinewdik Nitsa

Fotografia bie Leo
Nit oito far du. Hobn a forn?

Por Senor Widen

Photo by Leo
Here's the car for Uncle Lar. Made same year he was.

Por Peggi

Photo by Leo
True to my word, here's your new car.

Saturday, January 28, 2006

For The Chronicler...

Photo by Leo
Seems Ted didn't like the grazing cattle direction I've taken of late. "Where's the old car motif?" he asked. I'm like Santy Claus. If you ask and you've been a good boy, I'll deliver. Unlike Pere Noel, however, I don't wait until Saturnalia to produce the goods. To that end, I give Ted his first Mercedes Benz. Now, back to the cows...

Friday, January 27, 2006

They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them...

No editorializing intended. Leo.
"Yet Spade reminded me of Angel, unloading a bus, dressed in blue overalls black face official Angel's work- man cap, pushing with his belly a huge tin horse piled high with black baggage, looking up as he passed the yellow light bulb of the loft and holding high on his arm an iron shepherd's crook. " Allen Ginsburg 1956

Thursday, January 26, 2006

There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.

Photo by Leo
"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief, "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth. None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

The torture never stops

Photo by Leo

Moo, dammit. Freakin' moo. Why dontcha just leave me the heck alone. Moo, I said. Moo.

I'm done talkin' There's nuttin' more to say.

Monday, January 23, 2006

The Adonis of Denver

I'm with you in Rockland
in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-
journey on the highway across
America in tears
to the door of my cottage
in the Western night.

Saturday, January 21, 2006

I just shaved my head.

Actually, it's not shaved. Just shorn real close. Did it myself. Heck, I can't grow it on top anyway. And I live in a town where I'll actually "fit in" better. HOO-RAH! Let's kill some Jihadi Boys!!

Friday, January 20, 2006

James Bond’s ’Goldfinger’ Aston Martin auctioned for $2.1 million

PHOENIX (AP) — The Aston Martin spy car from the James Bond movies “Thunderball” and “Goldfinger” — complete with machine guns and tire slashers — sold for $2.1 million at a vintage motor cars auction here Friday.
The winning bidder for the 1965 Aston Martin DB5 was not identified by RM Auctions officials.
It is one of only four cars originally constructed and used for 1964’s “Goldfinger” and 1965’s “Thunderball” as well as promotional tour use. The auction car was primarily used for promotion.
Some of the special James Bond options on the Aston Martin include Browning machine guns, a wheel-mounted tire slasher, a retractable rear bulletproof screen, an oil slick ejector and a smoke screen system.
Formerly the property of Sir Anthony Bamford, the famed James Bond Aston Martin was one of several celebrity cars offered from Tennessee’s Smoky Mountain Car Museum, where it has been on display since the late 1970s.
Also at RM Auction’s one-day event at the Arizona Biltmore Resort & Spa, Al Capone’s 1928 Cadillac Town Sedan sold for $621,500 while Hank Williams Jr.’s 1964 “Silver Dollar” Pontiac convertible was auctioned for $214,500 and a 1934 Packard Twelve Runabout Speedster sold for $3.2 million.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Oh, Ted...

Remember when you were the shy, demure one (seen here with Max Baer Jr. on the return jaunt from the third-world back to America)?Then you got some wag's job at the local tabloid,went to the swaps in a Saguaro hat and custom made shades and you ain't been the same since. What happened to the quiet young lad we once knew?

Wednesday, January 18, 2006


Never seen this before. Now I know what inspired Abrahams and Zucker to write and direct "Airplane!" (1980).

This film is freakin' hilarious!

Robert Stack stars in both.

Gawd I wish Larry and Len and I could sit down together in the same room and watch this one. Talk about laffs!

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

'Smokey and the Bandit' (1977)

Anyone who deigns to understand America had better carefully study films such as this, else they will fail to appreciate one of our steely sinews: Appalachian culture, NASCAR, et al. Selah.

Even in its edited-for-TV version, with Sheriff Buford T. Justice's (Jackie Gleason) stream of epithets and vile oaths transmuted into milder language, this movie provokes free laughter every time it is aired. Uptight badge-heavy types are doomed to trash their patrol cars.

Common man beats pretentious, stuffed-shirt authority through brotherhood and sheer audacity. Easy laffs are lingua franca for the regular joes.

You gotcher ears on, good buddy, c'mon?

Sunday, January 15, 2006

A Time for Everything

Photo by Leo
To be taken seriously, one must sometimes indulge in the contest. No, you don't have to win the contest. Most always it's just important to be in the contest, to be taken seriously, to be recognized as a contender.
Personally, I compile and surround myself with any and every bit of everything that I can get into my tight grips. Books, CD's, 45's, lp's, 78's 8-tracks. On the shelves of my house you can find Samuel Langhorne Clemens, Alan Ginsberg, Marx (Groucho and cousin Karl), Lenin (Lennon) Malcolm X, Dr. King, Saul Bellow, John Updike, Ken Kesey, Smokey Robinson, Jackie Wilson, The Rolling (yes) Stones, Blind Joe Death, Stravinsky, Bach (yes), Elie Weisel, Pat Buchannan, at least one work from every American president, movies from D.W. Griffith through Pootie Tang. Without prejudice, I try and collect a little of it all. Even the Book of Mormon and the Koran have a place, next to the Bhagava vat Ghita and Torah.
Some things hold dearer to my heart; the Jerry Garcia recordings and Grateful Dead tapes are on the same level as Johnny Cash, Dylan, Robert Johnson, and Jimmy Rodgers, but everything has a place and there's a time to every purpose under heaven. Ever heard of Waylon Jennings? David Grisman and Andy Statman playing Klezmer music, Django Reinhart, Jan and Dean, Satchmo, Steven Foster, Frank Zappa... ad infinitum. They all have a place in my house. Unlike Jahweh, I do not have a mansion with many rooms, but I fill 'em as best I can. On any given day, you could run into the likes of Geoffrey Chaucer or Paul Klee. You never know who's gonna show up.
Some may consider it clutter. I call it a museum. When you go out looking for the Kate Smith 8-track with "God Bless America" you know where you'll find it. It's between Mother McCree's Uptown Jug Champions and the Bulgarian Women's choir.

Amerind Foundation

This is a fabulous place in Dragoon, AZ, just off Interstate 10.
Currently there is a Native American art exhibit by Michael Chiago and the late Leonard Chana, two artists from the Tohono O'Odham nation who painted from their experiences of growing up in the second half of the 20th century in the Sonoran Desert. You see images such as women doing the Basket Dance, harvesting of fruit from the saguaro by using long poles, children playing toka (a game that looks like field hockey) and other images. They are in water color, oil, and ink stipplings.

Quite fascinating stuff, actually.

Anyone who lives in these parts who hasn't yet visited the Amerind museum is silly.

Saturday, January 14, 2006

The Great Bach

• In an age when virtuosic musicianship was the norm, his feet could play the organ pedals better than most keyboardists could play with their hands.
• His hands, feet and fingers could play independent melodies.
• Bach's hand could stretch 12 notes; he could trill with the thumb and forefinger while playing a melody with the remaining three fingers.
• Independent melodies -- polyphony -- if composed well will weave perfectly in harmony like braided hair or an M.C. Escher woodcut.
• Bach once said: "The ultimate end and aim of thoroughbass should only be the glorification of God and the recreation of the mind. Where these are not kept in view there can be no real music -- only infernal jingling and bellowing." And he was only talking about the left hand -- thoroughbass, a convention of voice doubling and using the progressive structure of chords to guide the emotions. Bluesmen also mastered this.
• Beethoven said of Bach: "His name should have been Sea." The word "bach" in German means "brook."
• Mozart in his maturity visited a Bach library in Leipzig, spread manuscripts all over the floor, pored over them for hours, and at last said: "Now here is someone I can learn from."
• Bach's "Mass in B-minor" is considered by some to be the greatest artistic achievement in Western civilization. Catholics and Protestants equally share in its richness. Bach was a great reconciler, borrowing ideas from all over Europe during his time.
• G.F. Handel, Domenico Scarlatti and J.S. Bach were all born in 1685.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Sonoran Wind

Photo by Leo
Lar is absent, lost in a haze of publicity. Ted is showing pics of his crib, moaning the Johann Sebastian blues (where's the Native American travelog?). Nitsa is lost in Polaroidland and Peggi, where the heck are you?. People visit us from all over the world. Here's our visitor's log:
Visitors for
January 12, 2006 3:12 pm: Thiensville, Wisconsin
January 12, 2006 12:17 pm: La Crosse, Wisconsin
January 12, 2006 11:04 am: Ann Arbor, Michigan
January 11, 2006 9:35 pm: Atlanta, Georgia
January 11, 2006 5:45 pm: Los Angeles, California
January 11, 2006 3:14 pm: Dublin, Ohio
January 11, 2006 10:54 am: Sierra Vista, Arizona
January 11, 2006 7:28 am: Sierra Vista, Arizona
January 11, 2006 2:02 am: Uppsala, Uppsala
January 10, 2006 7:40 pm: Arkadelphia, ArkansasJ
anuary 8, 2006 7:23 pm: Modesto, California
January 8, 2006 7:14 pm: Valdez, Alaska
January 8, 2006 4:46 am: Brisbane, Queensland
January 8, 2006 2:54 am: Singapore, Singapore
January 8, 2006 1:47 am: Algonquin, Illinois
January 8, 2006 12:29 am: Granite City, Illinois
January 7, 2006 2:51 pm: Amsterdam, Noord-holland
January 7, 2006 12:15 pm: Caledonia, Michigan
January 7, 2006 11:02 am: Algonquin, Illinois
January 7, 2006 12:43 am: Johannesburg, Gauteng
Me, I'm still on the road, heading for another joint. We always did see things the same, we just saw them from a different point of view.
People in their underwear seemed like a good diversion from the nonsense of daily life. Right now? I'm writing cowboy poetry. Sonoran Blues.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

My House

This is where I live. A true "bachelor pad." The weight-lifting bench belongs to my roommate/landlord. In fact, that's his leg in the doorway.

The piano is mine. It's a Baldwin. Kremlin model. My great-grandmother played it around the late 1800s or early 1900s in California. That piano has been to Ohio and Indiana, and now is back in the West.

Ninety percent of the music played on that keyboard is Johann Sebastian Bach.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

Privvy Tipper Strikes

Sprint Phone Image by Leo
No one's safe and nothing's sacred. I'm driving down the road and I see new evidence of the Evil Lar presence. The audacity, the unmitigated gall of someone to tip the priv while someone's in it is something I can't even begin to comprehend. My God, the humanity! Man, the guy was yelling and crying for hours and couldn't get out. As you can see, the tip caused some of the contents to moderate out of the stack as well. I'm hoping the guy can get out by morning, as the evenings have been a wee bit cold of late. I left some contra accompaniment playing on the mug's car radio. It's a good thing he already had it playing on the local contra station as I'd have never found it.

El Pequeño Perro Blanco

Photo by Hannah Sadorf
Goofy dog always wants in on the act. I'm gonna start calling this the Little White Dog blog.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Hey, baby...

Hey, baby. It's me. Whatcha wearin'? I just got out of the shower and I'm wrapped all snuggly in my robe. Yeah, me too. Ooh. Talk to me mama. Yeah, with my socks off and everything. Ow, baby, I'm gonna be over in a minute. Baby? Baby? Larry? Oops. Sorry wrong number. I was just practicing. Heh, heh, heh. I'm glad I called collect.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Bring on the Lucie

Photo by Leo
You are so right. They don't listen to you. Kids.
We don't care what flag you're waving
We don't even want to know your name
We don't care where you're from or where you're going
All we know is that you came
You're making all our desicions
We have just one request of you
That while you're thinking things over
Here's something you just better do
Free the people now
Do it do it do it now
Well we were caught with our hands in the air
Don't despair paranoia is everywhere
We can shake it with love when we're scared
So let's shout it aloud like a prayer
We understand your paranoia
But we don't want to play your game
You think you're cool and know what you are doing
666 is your name
So while you're jerking off each other
You better bear this thought in mind
Your time is up you better know it
But maybe you don't read the signs
Well you were caught with your hands in the kill
And you still got to swallow your pill
As you slip and you slide down the hill
On the blood of the people you killed
Stop the killing now
Do it do it do it now
Bring on the Lucie
-Dr. Winston O'Boogie 1973

Kids. You can't tell 'em anything these days.
Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

I was sitting down this morning, writing some New Year's resolutions. I vowed to quite gambling and drinking. I swore I'd quit philandering. I even said I'd quit taking the Lord's name in vain. But then Len called me and said, "Lar, Vince Lombardi once said, 'Quitters never win, and winners never quit.'" I was surprised at how much Lombardi's words, through Len, moved me. And so I lit a coffin nail, tore the goddamn resolutions up, and invited the town harlot out for cocktails.
Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

Monday, January 02, 2006

How I Spent New Year's

Yes, Sci-Fi Channel had a "Twilight Zone" marathon. Two days! New Year's Eve and Day.
Did you know that Rod Serling served as a paratrooper in the Pacific Theater of Operation during World War II. At first he was rejected by the Army recruiters. He was under the height limit to be one of America's elite warriors, but he persisted and was finally accepted. Because he was Jewish, he wanted to fight the Nazis, but ironically was sent to fight the Japanese. He saw such horrific combat situations that for the rest of his life he suffered terrible nightmares, according to his wife. Rod Serling died at the age of 50, following heart surgery. Too many smokes and too much stress in his life. But what a brilliant writer. Selah.

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