32 suckas

In Lieu of the "Happy Birthday Song"--



All my rowdy friends have settled down
and they seem to be more in to laid back songs
Nobody wants to get drunk and get loud
everybody just wants to go back home

I myself, have seen my wilder days
and I have seen my name at the top of the page
but I need to find a friend just to run around
but nobody wants to get high on the town
and all my rowdy friends have settled down

and I think I know what my father meant when he sang about a Lost Highway
and ole George Jones, I'm glad to see
is finally getting straight
and Waylon's staying home
and loving Jesse more these days
and nobody wants to get drunk and get loud
and all my rowdy friends have settled down

and hangovers hurt more than they used to
and cornbread and iced tea's took the place of pills
and ninety proof and it seems like none of us do
things quite like we used to do
and nobody wants to get high on the town
and all my rowdy friends have settled down

Yeah, I think I know what my father meant
when he sang about a Lost Highway
and Johnny Cash don't act like he did back in 68
and Kris, he is a movie star and he's moved off to L. A.
and nobody wants to get drunk and get loud
and all my rowdy friends have settled down
Yeah, me and my rowdy friends done rowdied on down.

Going Back to Cali

California bound in August. Maybe I'll become a movie star...

time to unplug

I'm starting to think that art has come to an end. Or to put it another way: What happens when people have extracted all the creativity from itself? Why is it that more and more movies are being remade? What happens when art becomes consciences of its own form?

I ask these questions coming off a 3-day barrage of cover tunes, and previews about the newly made movies--adaptations--of older films. Everything seems bland, done before, jaded. We're spoon-fed mindless dialogues. Or to put it another way: I'm turning off the fucking cable.