churnin sturin choppin and turnin

Today the sea is really messing with us. The seas are steadily building. It is a rough day. Everyone is sour. The milk has gone bad. There are no more apples. The cook is gone mad. There's grey silty sand on the deck. Reminence from the last hurricane.

The sky is falling. The sea is rising. The sea and sky seem to have converged in a goulash of thrash and rain and wind and salty beards. I'll turn to see the sky sturin. I watch and see the seas churnin and choppin. It's almost like Chopin. Impromptu, Op. 66.

28 degrees 46.5292'N Latitude
90 degrees 44.0245'W Longitude

The sea keeps us alive. The sky keeps the sea in line. Very slowly; then all at once things build. They build and the seas crash over the bow and port side. I stand outside waiting for the perfect picture. I stand out side maybe tempting fate. I stand outside in perfect harmony with fate. I stand outside and burn visions of paint on canvas and notes on pianos and words in the air into my mind and thoughts.

The canvas is square, dark, and dreary. Payne’s grey and pathalo blue brush a cadmium red hue in the azo orange and yellow clouds. The crimson spray off the cerulean waves whips the distance against a vermillion backdrop. The colors and shapes. The shapes and colors. The shapes are churning. The colors are sturing. The sea is chopping. The sky is turning.

smells like mud and shark blood.

Be bo, be be be be boo.
Got in some serious shit swelled up wave noise nautical miles too much per hour crazassafrass. Went fishing. Caught me my first red snapper and black face shark. Will provide online photos once I hit land. Land ho, land ho...Been rocking this track 'Rinseflow' by the Anti-Pop Consortium a lot lately. Id really like to find that shit on vinyl but I think it'll be one of those records that I forverd wished I had...I keep having to delete lettes becase the sea is fucking with my rhymic type lyrics. You know.

....ahhh.ahhh. ha he he! Well hello there little buddy come on in! WHat you got there with you is that your dog!? Bet you came back for some more Dr Do Letters famous elixers didnt cha!!! Tell ya what ill do!!! Ill set up this checker board and we can have us some games of checkers!!!! MUHAHAHAHA.....

that was some random sample from the DJ Shadow track im listening to...i love dj shadow. I love a lot of music like that. DJ Shadow, DJ Krush, Kid Koala, SIXtoo. I actually have a sixtoo record, a very rare one hand signed and numbered 1/1000. cool beans. i dont like my beans cool. so why did anyone think cool beans was cool shit unless they mean jelly beans, even then when jellly beans get cold they arent quite as good. I like red and white jelly beans mixed at the same time. same with watermealon and grape. raspberry and pears. kind of like ham and cheese.

this is the track ive been rocking like mad... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UcEpEgenQwU just a sweet tune really. pretty genious lyrics considering its all improvised initially...better than that gay rap that people rap now....FUCK i hate most of that shit...dangit dangit. id like to start a hick rap group..

dangit dangit shit is done gone aintit. titty titty nitty gritty, grind your dang cracker on my tracktor. gaders and shit. dang, dun dang shute...

that track is on a DJ set Thom Yorke of radiohead spun on a BBC show called Breezeblock...someone download that set for me and ill fucking love you for ever..i tried multiple times and nonly got the first 15 mins...and you can order a brun of the cd from the radio station but its $375!!! THREE HUNDRED FUCKING SEVENTY FIVE FOR A DANG GONE BURNT CD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! really kife. KIFE./ anyway..its a sweeet ass set and really varried

his track order is:
Louis Armstrong - 'St James Infirmary' (International)
Jega - 'Rigid Body Dynamics' (Planet Mu Records)
Anti-Pop Consortium - 'Rinseflow' (75 Ark)
The Fall - 'The Birmingham School of Business School' (Fontana)
Kraftwerk - expo 2000 (UR thought 3 mix) (EMI)
Kid Koala - 'Like Irregular Chickens' (Ninja Tunes)
Serge Silberman - 'Theme De L'Americain' (Somethin' Else)
Grain - 'Untitled' (Fat Cat Records)
Betty Davis - 'F.U.N.K.' (Island Records)
Sonic Youth - 'Tunic (Song For Karen)' (David Geffen Company)
The Santa Claus Orchestra - 'Silent Night' (Polydor)
Terra Thaemlitz - 'Selling (Soon I Will Be Free)' (Bottrop)
Cannonball Adderley Quintet - 'Hummin' (Capitol)
Christoph De Babalon - 'On THe Block (Meet Him)' (Fat Cat Records)
Jurassic 5 - 'Concrete Schoolyard' (Interscope Records)
Pixies - 'Bone Machine' (4AD)
Kool Keith - 'Extravagent Traveller' (Threshold Recordings)
Mantronix - 'Who Is He' (Warlock)
Duke Ellington - 'Come Sunday' (Phillips Realities)
Faust - 'Tapes' (White Label)
Hugh Le Caine - 'Sackbut String Quartet' (National Library Of Canada)
Lali Puna - 'Rapariga Da Banheira' (Hausmusik)
Autechre - 'Play' (Warp)
Art Ensemble Of Chicago - 'Les Stances A Sophia' (Universal)
Gabor Szabo - 'Walking On Nails' (Impulse)

a lot of neat jazz in there. Jazz I will argue is the foundation of all moden music post 1920. There is no other musical type including that fucked up ancient chanting bullshit that was as influential in music today or anyday..

Generally life is good. Had a nice chat with a lady Ive been friends with for a long while now..I dare say 10 years..in fact today could be our 10 year friendship reunion, maybe our chat was ment to be in that sense..not sure. could have known her longer but 10 years sounds right. Thats the minimum anyway..shes a cool gal. gally gally toots has an alley.

our boat was struck by lightening this past wednesday for the 3rd time...and for the 3rd time no one was on deck. this time was odd. it was a beautiful sunny day. weird shit. maybe thats why im soo loopy. also i keep having dreams about this camp and land im trying to buy in East Branch..it's got 35 acres, all surrounded by protected lands..on old growth land itself..and its titled to be buildable and developable..i would like to buy it and add 2 or 3 small cottages on there my friends can use and we can all moce out there in the summer times and have awesome gatherings for life and party and record music and fish and eat nice foods and dirnk nice wines and make beer and fly kites and go for walks and picnics and let the dogs run about and watch the sun rise and see the sky full of stars and the moon with his smug look....I always wondered why the moon had such a smug look...know what i mean? maybe because hes the moon i guess and hes like ITS NIGHT TIME!!! IM THE MOON> whats up now...

i must go. there is a storm fucking us in the snout, cebit. willl write soon. love you all.

Chinese Arithmetic

Yes I'm on a boat. Really am. I know the 'saying'; I'm on a boat, but I confess, I don't know what the fuck that is suppoed to mean unless it is a clever sort of abreve to mean I'm going fucking stir crazy and every little thing drives me nuts except the sea and sky and sun and clouds and the harmony they form with each other. Unless 'I'm on a boat' means: WOW, I sure to realize how everyone takes life for granted in such a way it's almost gross and how much most people just really bother me. Is this wrong? i don't know, I will guess more than likely but who am I to judge? The only judge of these things, and what does 'this' or 'that' actually mean is what you tell yourself or let others convince you it means...anyway....It is remarkable how in one locality the 'same' thing(s) can vary so dramatically. Truth. Jimmy Ceb. Under oath. El-bib hey zeus. I thought of that one just now...El-bib hey zeus.

...bucket of robots, bag of drones;
mechanical movements, lucid tones...

those are lyrics from a song Im working on


This is a true story: (again this is a true story)

...A taxi man once picked up a young fella and refused him a ride because of the nature of his destination. When I heard of this I was not pleased to know that such things could happen while attemping to simply cebbit. The trip was too long even though he had the money to pay.. So I guess this guy borrowed an old Ford fiesta from a roomate. a red one with a tape deck. The only tape in the car was The VERY Best of C.C.R. I don't get that..why release THE VERY best of a band..does this now mean THE BEST of was made by some fuck off dill nob whose taste of the best was second only to THE VERY BEST? One of those things that bothers me...how about releasing the VERY WORST...that would selll..music today proves this. THE VERY VERY WORST NOISY SHIT MUSIC YOU HAVE EVER HEARD: YOUR EARS WILL DIE!!! :feating some queer rapper and some lame MC DJ motherfuck...people would buy that, they truly would. i always thought a catchy name for an album would be "DONT BUY THIS ALBUM FUCK FACE!!!!!" curious cats would buy this...

...anyway back to the story about one of the missions this guy took..

It was a warm March night. It was late. There was the smell in the air like what happens when it rains and you're in the street or parking lot and it hasn't rained for a long time. This car was borrowd from a roomate very late, the roomate had been drinking and didn't really know where this fella wanted to know. I hear he assumed the guy wanted to go to the store or something...

None the less, this guy borrowed this Ford Fiesta, red with CCR in the deck. He drove it 220km down the TransCanada highway at a very late hour to Halifax NS. He was going to see some friends and was trying to make a quick delivery as part of his import/export/supply demand type side job he held while in school. The trip started out somewhat shakily as the fellow was driving solo and had been up for tow day without sleep. He was driving with a lot of hazardous material in the car that he did not have a permit for so he was fearfull in a way that he may be caught and this would cause problems in life. This fellow did not happen to care about that howver because he felt he was ahead of this Another factor that helped this situation is that the feeling this would bring of transporting the materials and the joy on the faces and voices of the reciepients was undescribable. The money was nice too.

This guy was fond of Halifax. He dearest friends lived there as did the love of his life. Often on weekends he would travel to Halifax to be with his love. He would take care of business and then they would relax and watch the television with tow of their close friends and order pizza and drink beer. Occaisionally the friends of he and his love could convince him to stay another night.

So this fellow is driving along to Halifax, it is 445 am at this point and it's raining violently. No shit, the song have you ever seen the rain is playing. The fellow was keen on marijuana so he got stoned; very stoned; very very fucking stoned. Sometimes this fellow would smoke several grams by himeself at a time, this was one of those occaisionas. It almost felt like a dream. he was coming near to a toll booth and began feeling really sketched out. I mean really who the fuck cares, it's a fucking toll both not an FBI check point, but when your conception of reality is fairly jaded and has been for sometime these things can seem problematic at times.

The toll booth I think he told me was something like $2.25 and so he paid it and continued on his way. Funny thing as he pulled away he was sure he could hear someone yelling "Hey buddy! you....." the voice faded off and he didn't frankly care. What could it mater what anyone was saying to him? It was nearly 5am, he was driving a Ford Fiesta, he was stoned as fuck, and he had a car full of hazardous materials..life was grand. Life was a trip. a constant fucking party. A time of times.

The drive continued plesantly in the pouring rain down the highway. He decied to roll the window down, the car was getting totally soaked inside, but again, what did it matter? He was not expect at church, nor was he meeting his folks for dinner. He was stoned, it was late; rather the wee hours of the morning. It was that time of day when the night converts to somewhat illumiscent clouds and the twlight fades ever so slowly...
...Finally the sun was peaking from it's methofical sleep and Halifax was in sight,..what to do now? No cell phone, not wanting to wake anyone he did what anyone driving a Ford Fiesta with no power steering and no ABS would do. He drove around Halifax, sort of watching traffick, sort of loving life, sort of planning his next creationg. Sort of doing nothing, at times just sorta cebbint.

What a morning it had became. Sunny, warm, spring was heavy in the air. It was super. He arrived at his loves house looking itired and slept while she had class. That night they met up with the couple they were quite fond of and had some pie and beer. They laughed and told jokes and carried on the way they typically would. Life was good, life was grand. The wheeles of times were in line ever so perfectly. He was alive.

I have a blog?

i just discoverd my blog after 5 or more years of non activity. Funny times, funny times. Unfortch I haven't had many dub chee pies for some time. I am due. Truly I am due for a serious dubbing. This could be an episode of destiny as an occaisional reunion awaits with automatic weapon like vodka in December. Perhaps this is the time to part the red chee. This pie could be truly a legend among pies. I seriously feel the need to try grilled chee as a top on said pie. Grilled chee, dub pep, trip mush, quad bac, trip dub chee.

Chee sawce and ham hocks. This is all for now. Five years have passed. I still enjoy dub chee.

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