Tanzania

            I posted My Blood to Bandcamp.com under the name The Glen Livers, for those of you who want to know what I’ve been blogging about. There are two versions of the song. One has a different ending then the other, and some extra backing vocals on it. You can click on the picture of the graveyard scene on my blog and it will take you there.

            I had my first reader from Tanzania, I’ve always liked the way that sounded. Tanzania. Hello person from Tanzania. Drop me a note sometime. Let me know about your life and political circumstances. It’s a carnival ride here, a GOP house of  horrors.    

Charlie Manson

I went down the hill to see Bill the smog guru. He owed me money. Bill’s an old hippy. He likes Country Joe and the Fish.

We were sitting in the sun talking about the Twilight Zone. Bill seems to think that all the episodes are inspired by the Ten Commandments. I wouldn’t doubt it. Bill likes to talk about old times. Charlie Manson’s name came up.

            “I want fifteen minutes with that guy,” Bill said.

            “Why?”

            “Because he ruined it for everybody.”

            “You mean he gave you hippies a bad name?”

            “Yeah, I want to strangle him. “

            “You hippies ruined it for the suit,” I said.

            “And the hair cut too. You know after the Tate-La Bianca murders, all you could see was Sears vans everywhere.”

            “Sears vans? Why Sears vans?

            “Because it was so hot outside and nobody wanted to keep their windows open, so they bought air-conditioners to keep cool. Sears made a fortune on those murders.”

The Arts

I have the final version of My Blood, although I would like to make one little tweak to it before I post it. It sounds pretty good. It’s a departure from my other songs.

            I went to a going away party yesterday. A friend of mine is moving back to Utah. There were a lot of artist there, and I got into a few conversations about art. One of which was with a saxophone player that played classical music. He was an opinionated fellow, more opinionated than myself. He was trying to make the point that classical music was more about the art then any other form of music, and that it was more complex than any other form of music. It was a fruitless argument, especially coming from a saxophone player in a classical orchestra, I can't think of anything less artistic. . All I really had to say was John Coltrane, but I was a couple of glasses in and didn’t think of it.