Sausage and Porn

            I went out last night as I’m accustomed to do on Thursday nights. I’m trying to change my night out to Tuesday, but it seems Thursday won’t let me.

            I’ve been going to the same place for years, not because the people are nice, but because the atmosphere is just weird enough to keep me entertained.

            Last night I met a man from Minnesota who was in town making a documentary on the children of porno stars. It sounded interesting enough. We talked about Bob Dylan, and I mentioned Rodriquez to him. He had never heard of Rodriquez. I asked him about the sausage in Minnesota. I have a thing for sausage and any chance I get, I’ll ask a mid-westerner about the sausage in their state. He told me about a place called Klinker-hurst or Capiastan, I can’t remember, but it sounded like an Estonian country. That was my night, I talked about sausage and porn, mixed in with a little music. Themes that follow me where ever I go. 

The Lincoln Memorial

            I was a history major in college, so it makes sense that I like to watch the History Channel from time to time. I was watching a segment on Abraham Lincoln when it was suggested that "Honest Abe," maybe wasn’t so honest. Abe had a friend. His friend was a man. Abe and his friend spent a lot of time together and shared the same bedroom. I got to thinking, how great would it be if Abe had a streak of lavender in him. That would set the country on fire. The evangelicals would be upset, that’s for sure. My mind raced thinking about the possibilities. I thought about the Lincoln memorial and the five-dollar bill. We’d have a great big statue of a gay man in DC proper. The bigots would be beside themselves with anger, but then again, the bigots are always besides themselves with anger. 

Rodriquez

I saw Rodriquez on Friday night. There’s Bob Dylan, there’s Johnny Cash, and then there’s Rodriquez. He was great, barring his issues with keeping his guitar in tune. Performing for people can be a strange thing, especially if you’re strange yourself. I know this first hand, for obvious reasons. We all have our tics, It seemed to me that Rodriquez’s tic was tuning his guitar. I don’t blame him if that’s his tic. It could be that his guitar doesn’t stay in tune. He uses a nylon and those things go out of tune when you breath on them.

            I enjoyed the show. He was magical. His song writing skills are amazing to me. His songs are very simple and very catchy. What complicates them is his strumming technique. He plays guitar like a Ranchero. It’s a very personal style. His strumming patterns are different from most guitar players. His technique fills a lot of space. It makes his sound bigger, wider, warmer then most. I love Rodriquez. It would be great to jam with him someday. That would be a dream come true.