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Monday, June 07, 2004
Shock the Monkey
and other skullduggery
I was tripping through that search page I mentioned in the previous post, and well... it's kind of amazing what you can find in a blog archive. Even if it's your own. Maybe especially if it's your own. And specially especially if you been doin this shit for awhile. I finally set up my Blogger profile yesterday...


(I think they misspelled Bore.)

...and I found out some stuff about myself I didn't even know myself. (Yes well OK, so this keeps happening, but that'd have to be another post or ten.)


I direct your attention to the Words Written field. That's a lot of frickin words, sportsfans! But oh wait... Then I start looking around at some of my blog children and am shamed to find that some have written far more in far less time. (That doesn't sound right, does it? Far fewer time? A gratuitous observation, yes, but what the hell; I need to catch up on my Words Written stats.)

However, this was supposed to be about tripping through my archives, not just the usual garden variety tripping demonstrated above (below too, I guess.) And I found these couple hits. Nice grouping. Or groping. At any rate, quite in the dark, in retrospect, in media res, in flagrante delicto...

Monday, October 22, 2001

The Bombast Transcripts: Rants and Screeds of RageBoy
Coming in January 2002. "Wandering barefoot on the Lower East Side of New York, over a thousand dollars cash in my pocket, looking to score, bring back for the holy freaks the one good thing. Odysseus adrift. Also in my pocket, the Tarot, the Waite deck I'd just bought that day. I went into The Eatery on Second Avenue and my waitress saw the cards. 'I was raised by Gypsies,' she said. 'I will tell you about the trumps if you like.' I had just dropped another tab and had little time left I knew, but she sat with me and pointed to each of the major arcana, the Lovers, the Fool, the Tower, Death. Then stopped. 'You have two Magicians,' she said...."
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Saturday, October 20, 2001

Laurie Doctor - Igniting Imagination
"It does not matter whether it is winter or spring, summer or fall. Whenever I come around the bend on Highway 84 and the land changes, as if in one movement, from open sagebrush to high curved orange and red buttes, I feel a change in my breath and my senses expand. I am approaching Ghost Ranch in New Mexico..."
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The first title-slug URL, above, is still working (though the page now informs you "114 used & new from $0.50"). The second URL went missing a long time ago. It was a copy of an article ("Igniting Imagination: Responding to the Numinous Through Our Hands"; no comment) first published on Letter Arts Review; on which article I once spent some goodly time scanning, OCRing, marking up, FTPing, you get the idea. Gone now without a trace. Like so much else. There was always something funny about that piece. You might say.

One day I was playing this Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers CD, and ol' Tom, he's going...

And she says, "What does he mean 'don't do me like that'?"

And I say, "What you think he means, baby?"

And she says, "Oh."

And later -- we're talking much later, alright? -- I'm thinking, how weird was that? Almost like saying, "How smart are they? Do they know?" Almost like saying, "When I shock the monkey, can the monkey tell it's me doing it?"

Depends on the monkey, I suppose. Took me a while to figure it out. And I think I'm a pretty smart monkey. It's probably not about smart, though. It's about willing suspension of disbelief, so important to fiction and love.

I often find myself blogging about whatever I was listening to on the radio on the way back from seeing Don. Today it was another Petty tune, which was what got me going on all this. In fact, I quoted it in Gonzo Marketing (I think it was). And it goes a little like this... Maestro?

hey!
bay
bee...
there
ain't
no
easy
way
out!

And for the record, no, I won't back down. Not that anybody's asking, really. But since I'm hard at work (not to mention hard of hearing) on my Grand Unified Theory of Rock & Roll, here's an interesting (I thought) clip from Leo's Shock the Monkey page:

Gabriel actually recorded this in a version with German lyrics and he's done it in German on stage too, which really takes balls: "Ja, du weisst: das schockt den Affen!" I can't help quoting a comment from Brigitte Jelinek's beautiful site (which pulls together comments on PG's music from all over the world): "Will someone please tell a frenchman what the song "Shock the monkey" is about?" He didn't get any straight replies.

Hmmm. That's funny. I thought everyone knew that.



hey!
bay
bee...
there
ain't
no
easy
way
out!



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