View from the Canyon
It’s Oscar season! Who will win? Who will lose? I don’t know, and I don’t give a fuck. Because it’s also time to head to the desert for a spirit quest. And when I head for the devil’s sandbox, I like to pack along some supplies.
1) My dwarf friend, Tad
He may actually be a child. Anyway, I found him in a dumpster behind the Coach and Horses on Sunset last week, and he sings Elvis ballads in a quavering high falsetto that makes me weep. Also, I could probably use him for a grift of some sort, if I needed cash.
2) Canned whale meat.
The Japanese still hunt whales, and when you taste the meat you’ll understand why. It’s sweet, funky and best after a few days in the sun, when it gets slick and oily.
3) My copy of “I Am Legend” by Richard Matheson.
Excerpt: “Did he have to start thinking about them [the vampire women] again? He tossed over on his stomach with a curse and pressed his face into the hot pillow. He lay there, breathing heavily, body writhing slightly on the sheet. Let the morning come. His mind spoke the words it spoke every night. Dear God, let the morning come. (Ch. 1, 8) Anxiety, chain-smoking, binge-drinking, near madness: a credible portrait of a beleaguered man, alone.
4) At least 48 1/2 liter cans of warm Double Dutch beer
5) Canadian Harp player Alys Howe
Get your shit wired tight and steel yourselves for the Tempest. It’s OSCAR SEASON!
Monday, January 22, 2007
Sometimes A Man Needs Solitude
