Bonnasquatchoutapolooza : not from the dead space of studios

Written by on January 8, 2018

Bonnasquatchoutapolooza

It appears my long winded ramble has been highjacked by a explanatory sidebar, that was probably not even necessary. That is considering I have no idea whether someone is reading this. Someone, out there … somewhere . … . over the rainbow– REIN IT IN DAMNIT! Good heavens! I can get so hostile with myself. Back to the highjacking explanatory apology –

Bonnasquatchoutapolooza

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That, THE WORLD, isn’t a sentient presence in that way, and this

certainly applies to any of the myriad of ways that you may have taken my use of such terminology. Whether that be: The World; a physical presence upon which sentient life has arisen, that sits within a discernible space within this universe that “we” (the royal, the editorial) can observe and measure. OR The World; that which happens in this odd construction of the experienced reality that “we” all seem to agree upon as that, which is.

Bonnasquatchoutapolooza

Either way, I know IT isn’t doing things to me, or anyone else in that selfish ego driven way that we do things to one another. I know all this but the syntax and lexicon I use sometimes slip and get lazy, I forget some of the invisible gospel behind the inherent misdirection in language.

Bonnasquatchoutapolooza

I’m not fucking Wittgenstein for crying out loud. I too, will occasionally (especially when I’m using the verbal variety of communication) lapse into the idiocy of peppering my thought interchanges that I allow to be broadcast in some form or another, sometimes the mind is stopping and searching, and instead of just giving room for a beat or breath.

Bonnasquatchoutapolooza

The mind will slip one past the ego, go five hole if you will, and I will catch myself uttering the “You know?”, “Know what I’m saying?” “Uhm”. None of these; of course, are actual questions. They are purely rhetorical. Placeholders, as indicated as the mind pats down the pockets of the jacket and jeans of thought.

Bonnasquatchoutapolooza

Looking for that … where did I … it was the perfect little … I just fucking had it. An alert goes out before it’s noticed, DEAD AIR!! All this before it even happens and the mind is wanting to simply fill up the space.

Playlist:

Track

Artist

Album

  • One Eyed Davy
    Steamroller
    Live at the Austin Music Hall
  • Ain't Nothin' but a Party
    Dirty Dozen Brass Band
    Live from the Bonnaroo Music Festival 2002
  • Eminence Front
    The Who
    It's Hard (Limited Edition Import)
  • Texas Flood
    Stevie Ray Vaughn and Double Trouble
    Live at El Macambo
  • Boy Named Sue
    Johnny Cash
    At San Quentin

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