This song is a real knockout. He sang this at the concert before The Rumble In The Jungle in Zaire, where Muhammed Ali knocked out George Foreman.
A couple of interesting Bill Withers facts: 1) he was making toilet seats for the Boeing Company when he was working on his first album, and 2) in 1985, he just stopped making music (publicly anyway).
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Friday, May 28, 2010
Orgy In The Pantry
Orgy In The Pantry
By Jack Brummet
Soft pulses murmur in the distance:
Muffled voices murmur counterpoint music,
Sing-song transactions hum
Through wood and plaster, doors and walls.
The push and pull of iambic conversation,
And the percussive boom of laughter
Skein a polyrhythmic framework
On a symphony of voices.
A rustling sound upstairs
Wakes me.
I get out of bed
And edge up the stairs.
The sounds pull into focus
And the parts emerge.
Heavy breathing, moaning,
A rhythmic thumping, groans and giggles.
I shuffle to the pantry
And ease the door open,
Walking between nylons, belts, a bra,
T-shirts, striped trousers, a housedress,
Skirts, vests, shoes and socks,
Camisoles. panties, and sweaters,
A toque, monocle, and top hat.
I step in and nearly trip on
Mr. Peanut, lying on his back
With a Grand Coulee grin on his mug
And Sara Lee in fishnet stockings on top,
Rubbing peanut butter
On her breasts and nether parts.
Snap, Crackle and Pop are naked
On the floor, daisy chained
In various conjugations
With the Campbell Soup Twins.
Aunt Jemima and Chef Boy-Ar-Dee
Are in the corner, half undressed,
Staring into each others eyes
And sharing a bottle of wine.
Duncan Hines is against the wall
Watching. . .getting solo kicks,
Digging the scene at the voyeur remove
Where watching trumps participation.
Uncle Ben and Speedy Alka Seltzer
Sip mint juleps, watching the Doublemint Twins'
Messopotamian strip-tease.
Mr. Clean and Tony The Tiger are oiled up,
Greek style, grappling on the pine floorboards.
Enveloped in a churning cloud of flour,
Betty Crocker's housedress is hiked up around her hips,
Arms on the Pilsbury Doughboy's shoulders.
The Jolly Green Giant and Mrs. Butterworth
Waltz around the pantry
And Mrs. B's feet never touch the floor.
Captain Crunch, Colonel Sanders,
Bazooka Joe and The Frito Bandido
Sit in a circle, passing a bong
And laughing at the show.
I don't know if I'm dreaming or awake,
If I should go to sleep or wake up,
Quit dreaming I'm awake
Or quit imagining I'm asleep.
I don't know whether to
Spectate, participate, or abrogate.
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By Jack Brummet
Soft pulses murmur in the distance:
Muffled voices murmur counterpoint music,
Sing-song transactions hum
Through wood and plaster, doors and walls.
The push and pull of iambic conversation,
And the percussive boom of laughter
Skein a polyrhythmic framework
On a symphony of voices.
A rustling sound upstairs
Wakes me.
I get out of bed
And edge up the stairs.
The sounds pull into focus
And the parts emerge.
Heavy breathing, moaning,
A rhythmic thumping, groans and giggles.
I shuffle to the pantry
And ease the door open,
Walking between nylons, belts, a bra,
T-shirts, striped trousers, a housedress,
Skirts, vests, shoes and socks,
Camisoles. panties, and sweaters,
A toque, monocle, and top hat.
I step in and nearly trip on
Mr. Peanut, lying on his back
With a Grand Coulee grin on his mug
And Sara Lee in fishnet stockings on top,
Rubbing peanut butter
On her breasts and nether parts.
Snap, Crackle and Pop are naked
On the floor, daisy chained
In various conjugations
With the Campbell Soup Twins.
Aunt Jemima and Chef Boy-Ar-Dee
Are in the corner, half undressed,
Staring into each others eyes
And sharing a bottle of wine.
Duncan Hines is against the wall
Watching. . .getting solo kicks,
Digging the scene at the voyeur remove
Where watching trumps participation.
Uncle Ben and Speedy Alka Seltzer
Sip mint juleps, watching the Doublemint Twins'
Messopotamian strip-tease.
Mr. Clean and Tony The Tiger are oiled up,
Greek style, grappling on the pine floorboards.
Enveloped in a churning cloud of flour,
Betty Crocker's housedress is hiked up around her hips,
Arms on the Pilsbury Doughboy's shoulders.
The Jolly Green Giant and Mrs. Butterworth
Waltz around the pantry
And Mrs. B's feet never touch the floor.
Captain Crunch, Colonel Sanders,
Bazooka Joe and The Frito Bandido
Sit in a circle, passing a bong
And laughing at the show.
I don't know if I'm dreaming or awake,
If I should go to sleep or wake up,
Quit dreaming I'm awake
Or quit imagining I'm asleep.
I don't know whether to
Spectate, participate, or abrogate.
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Thursday, May 27, 2010
Help Jack stay out of jail by raising his bail!
I NEED YOUR HELP!
I'm going behind bars for "GOOD"
PLEASE HELP BAIL ME OUT!
Your donation is my key to freedom! I need $2,400 to get out. The good news, aside from getting me off the streets a while, is that we're providing help and hope to kids and adults served by MDA in the Seattle area, and nation-wide. We've raised a lot of money for MDA in the last week, and we're about $250 from our goal. Give me a hand here and push me over the edge...
Click here to donate and help me out.
Thanks for making a difference!
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I'm going behind bars for "GOOD"
PLEASE HELP BAIL ME OUT!
Your donation is my key to freedom! I need $2,400 to get out. The good news, aside from getting me off the streets a while, is that we're providing help and hope to kids and adults served by MDA in the Seattle area, and nation-wide. We've raised a lot of money for MDA in the last week, and we're about $250 from our goal. Give me a hand here and push me over the edge...
Click here to donate and help me out.
Thanks for making a difference!
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Poem: Explosions
Every cell in the body
is replaced every seven years
I'm no longer the Jack
I was in 2003
poems and explosions
go off in my skull
as each cell fades
my brain rewires itself
and the new circuits
begin to sing
in a synaptic chorus line
and I don't know
if I will wake up
in the morning
as Adolph Hitler,
Bishop Tutu
or something
in between.
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is replaced every seven years
I'm no longer the Jack
I was in 2003
poems and explosions
go off in my skull
as each cell fades
my brain rewires itself
and the new circuits
begin to sing
in a synaptic chorus line
and I don't know
if I will wake up
in the morning
as Adolph Hitler,
Bishop Tutu
or something
in between.
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Wednesday, May 26, 2010
The Long Winters and Grand Hallway
Saw a great show at the Crocodile last night. It's the first time I'd been since the rehab/reopening. It's so much better now for viewing shows--we were in the balcony...a small bar overlooking the stage. Nice.
The Long Winters, particularly John Roderick were good, and Roderick, as he always is, was hilarious. They play a hard driving kind of power pop, and very few downtempo tunes.
I was really knocked out by Grand Hallway. A really interesting, energetic, and different band that;s been getting a lot of buzz, and great notices at South by Southwest.
The Long Winters, particularly John Roderick were good, and Roderick, as he always is, was hilarious. They play a hard driving kind of power pop, and very few downtempo tunes.
Grand Hallway
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Meth, Porn on the taxpayer's nickel, "free" tickets and other graft: how would the off-shore drilling watchdogs ever find time to regulate?
By Pablo Fanque
The Inspector General released a report today that details major abuses, graft, and corruption at the agency that "oversees" off-shore oil drilling. The Minerals Management Service abuses are shocking but hardly surprising. As we've seen in dozens of other cozy relationships between government employees and vendors, the lines rapidly become blurred as the employees *cough* regulators nestle snugly in the pockets of the dirtbags they were hired to control. Interestingly the IG, Mary Kendall notes that "we discovered that the individuals involved in the fraternizing and gift exchange both government and industry have often known one another since childhood."
Curiously, the MMS is located in Denver--about as far as you can possibly be from the sites you are charged with overseeing.
None of this is new. The previous Inspector General--Earl Devaney--in 2008 reported a "culture of ethical failure" and numerous conflicts of interest at the minerals agency.
You can read the entire story of the new Inspector General's report here, on WKRG.com.
"Staff members at an agency that oversees offshore drilling accepted tickets to sports events, lunches and other gifts from oil and gas companies and used government computers to view pornography, according to an Interior Department report alleging a culture of cronyism between regulators and the industry.
"In at least one case, an inspector for the Minerals Management Service admitted using crystal methamphetamine and said he might have been under the influence of the drug the next day at work, according to the report by the acting inspector general of the Interior Department."The report cites a variety of violations of federal regulations and ethics rules at the agency's Louisiana office. Previous inspector general investigations have focused on inappropriate behavior by the royalty-collection staff in the agency's Denver office."
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Monday, May 24, 2010
We're almost there--$300 will push us over the top!
Wow. Thanks to everyone for your generous donations to the MDA, and to keeping my out of jail. I'm already on the home stretch--it's not too late if you still want to kick in a few sheckels or piastre...
https://www.joinmda.org/MyLockup/MyHomepage/tabid/154711/Participant/jack/Default.aspx
We only have three hundred dollars to go...step on up!
jack
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Help me stay put of jail--donate to the MDA today!
MDA fundraising update:
As you may recall, I have just been arrested and will be going to jail (I know, some of you are thinking "what took so long?") for the Muscular Dystrophy Association (MDA) Executive Lock-up.
Don’t bother asking what crime I have committed – it’s not really that important. And most of you probably have a good guess. If I raise bail of $2,400 before the Lock-Up, they will go easy on me, but I need your HELP to post my bond. Don’t let them haul out the rubber hoses, or “tase me ‘bro!”
Your donation will help MDA continue research into the cause and the possible cure of the 43 neuromuscular diseases they cover. Your support of the MDA Lock-Up will also help MDA provide medical equipment, clinic visits, support groups and a much-needed week of MDA Summer Camp for the families served by the Association.
If my FB pals, blog readers, friends and family each kick in a few bucks, we'll make my bail. Please donate $5, $20, $100, or even $1,000. It's 100% tax deductible. If we all pull together, I can avoid bunking with cellmates like Tiny, Psycho, or El Cuchillo.
If you donate $500, I'll come to your house with a staff of three and make and serve a four-course dinner with wine and beer pairings for you and seven of your friends--Paella, North Carolina barbecue, Mexican Nayarit/Jalisco, Italian, Vietnamese, or NW cuisine--you name it--carnivore, gluten-free, vegan...whatever works for you. This offer will expire after two people take advantage of it--so hurry!
As you may recall, I have just been arrested and will be going to jail (I know, some of you are thinking "what took so long?") for the Muscular Dystrophy Association (MDA) Executive Lock-up.
Don’t bother asking what crime I have committed – it’s not really that important. And most of you probably have a good guess. If I raise bail of $2,400 before the Lock-Up, they will go easy on me, but I need your HELP to post my bond. Don’t let them haul out the rubber hoses, or “tase me ‘bro!” Your donation will help MDA continue research into the cause and the possible cure of the 43 neuromuscular diseases they cover. Your support of the MDA Lock-Up will also help MDA provide medical equipment, clinic visits, support groups and a much-needed week of MDA Summer Camp for the families served by the Association.
If my FB pals, blog readers, friends and family each kick in a few bucks, we'll make my bail. Please donate $5, $20, $100, or even $1,000. It's 100% tax deductible. If we all pull together, I can avoid bunking with cellmates like Tiny, Psycho, or El Cuchillo.
Jump to the link https://www.joinmda.org/MyLockup/MyHomepage/tabid/154711/Participant/jack/Default.aspx and donate heavily and often!
Thank you ever so much. I know you’re going to push me over the top. And, hey, Jerry Lewis thanks you too. /jack
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Saturday, May 22, 2010
Adios, Senator Eject Arlen Specter
by Pablo Fanque
National Affairs Editor
Adios Senator Arlen Specter. His desperate Hail Mary, of course, failed.
We haven't much cottoned to the Senator since his relentless hectoring of Anita Hill during the Clarence Thomas confirmation hearings. But in the end, no one really likes a turncoat/rat and Specter was sent packing...
Welcome to the new Senator Elect, and a not so fond farewell to the Senator Eject.
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The Carpenters - Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft
By Jack Brummet
All This Is That Paranormal and Alien Lore Editor
This is certainly the kookiest song The Carpenters ever performed. And it's interesting. Even for the year in which it came out, its subject matter was out there. As for The Carpenters--I was not a fan at the time, but in the last few years I came to realize what an really amazing voice Karen Carpenter had. And this tune...it's still wack all these years later.
Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft
In your mind you have capacities you know
To telepath messages through the vast unknown
Please close your eyes and concentrate
With every thought you think
Upon the recitation we're about to sing
(*) calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary most extraordinary craft
Repeat (*)
You've been observing our earth
And we'd like to make a contact with you
We are your friends
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary ultra-emissaries
We've been observing your earth
And one night we'll make a contact with you
We are your friends
Calling occupants of interplanetary quite extraordinary craft
And please come on peace, we beseech you
Only a landing will teach them
Our earth may never survive
So do come, we beg you
Please interstellar policeman
Oh, won't you give us a sign
Give us a sign that we've reached you
With your mind you have ability to form
And transmit thought energy far beyond the norm
You close your eyes, you concentrate
Together that's the way
To send the message
We declare world contact day
Repeat (*) twice
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All This Is That Paranormal and Alien Lore Editor
This is certainly the kookiest song The Carpenters ever performed. And it's interesting. Even for the year in which it came out, its subject matter was out there. As for The Carpenters--I was not a fan at the time, but in the last few years I came to realize what an really amazing voice Karen Carpenter had. And this tune...it's still wack all these years later.
Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft
In your mind you have capacities you know
To telepath messages through the vast unknown
Please close your eyes and concentrate
With every thought you think
Upon the recitation we're about to sing
(*) calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary most extraordinary craft
Repeat (*)
You've been observing our earth
And we'd like to make a contact with you
We are your friends
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary ultra-emissaries
We've been observing your earth
And one night we'll make a contact with you
We are your friends
Calling occupants of interplanetary quite extraordinary craft
And please come on peace, we beseech you
Only a landing will teach them
Our earth may never survive
So do come, we beg you
Please interstellar policeman
Oh, won't you give us a sign
Give us a sign that we've reached you
With your mind you have ability to form
And transmit thought energy far beyond the norm
You close your eyes, you concentrate
Together that's the way
To send the message
We declare world contact day
Repeat (*) twice
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Friday, May 21, 2010
Six photos of Ernesto "Che" Guevara
Six pictures of Ernesto "Che" Guevara. I am reading a long and excellent biography of him right now--Guevara, Also Known as Che by Paco Ignacio Taibo II. A fascinating story and an excellent read.
The last picture is the one that has become the face of Che everywhere (including t-shirts, posters, etc.). Some people say it is the most famous photograph in the world. It was taken at a funeral, following the (CIA-assisted) bombing of a ship in Havana.
The last picture is the one that has become the face of Che everywhere (including t-shirts, posters, etc.). Some people say it is the most famous photograph in the world. It was taken at a funeral, following the (CIA-assisted) bombing of a ship in Havana.
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