Line from a song. The Minotaur's Song. And an old one it is, too. The Incredible String Band, mid 60's. Lovely group. They are what we called "Room Clearers" back then. You know, the party is getting stale, the dope is just sort of bouncing off, the booze is about gone, and nobody's getting laid tonight. But no one is leaving. Prayer hasn't worked. Reason is unreasonable. Some of them are bigger and stronger than you. What to do, what to do? I know! Put on a record (Vinyl in them days) that only the toughest can survive. Something to send them screaming into the night. Black Widow? Orchestra Luna? The Sound Track (The Score, nowadays) to Blackula? No, too mild...But wait! This never fails. The Incredible String Band. Big Ted's Dead? No, that one makes some people laugh. The Bridge Theme? I think not, some people enjoy the Kazoo chorus. Creation? That's the ticket. Over ten minutes long, constantly changing styles, three or more false endings (Depends on the individual), each more painful than the last. And sure enough, everyone suddenly remembers that they left the oven on or were in danger of missing their flight to Ohio or discovered they were bleeding from the ears. Presto, there they are, gone, like snow on the water, good-bye. And the best part was, I happen to like it. Liked it then, like it now, and it will still clear a room faster than a pump shotgun. Ah, the good old days. So, what's your favorite group or piece of music that no other human can stand for over thirty seconds? I'm always on the look-out for such treasures. Blood clotters like Harley Hatcher's I Was Born Mean, Ennio Morricone's Curse The Dark And Evil Day That Ever I Was Born, or I Don't Care by Isis? I know it would be sort of be like interacting to respond but really, it isn't, well, yes, it is, but it's all in a good cause. I'm looking to add Tasteless to Useless, and I can use all the help I can get. I'm striving for a totally meaninless lifestyle and as I near my dirtnap I am distressed that I haven't managed to reach that goal (Close, very very close) yet. Give us a hand, yes? Pass me that dead rat you've been keeping secret all these years (days, hours, your time is my time) and maybe you will have given me another needed nail for my coffin. Be a pal. Be a pallerina. Right. That's as close to begging (In THIS entry) as I'm gonna get. And so, enough space (as if I were still getting paid by the word) sown with salt. So: Ball Point Pens, no better choice. Photos, seem neverending, don't they? Plastic People, I promise, sooner or later. Grunch? I try to cloak it in art (small a by design) but not very hard. And that's that. There I am, gone.
*Oh, by the way, The Incredible String Band was at Woodstock, just so's ya know.
** almost forgot the Quote: Who said, to who, in which/what movie/film/cine: "Evil IS"?