I can attest to the fact that this song predates the Aquaman movie by at least a dozen years, and this recording was at least a year before Jason Mamoa set hearts a-flutter.
WANNA TALKIN’ SEA HORSE
CAN I RIDE THE BLUE WHALE
If memory serves, you would have been 50 today. Happy birthday, Gentleman Jim Royal. #JimRoyal
All the “Jenny Is The Villain Of Forrest Gump” meme-ing from months ago, plus a Facebook post from the always-right Kris Wernowsky, got me to excavate an issue of The Goat, a local ‘zine I helped produce in the late 90s, and home to my earliest, most earnest (over-)writing.
I’m back to clear out the cobwebs as summer approaches.
#stickfigures
Hey, so did you know that librarians tend to run liberal?
And that they’re really against censorship?
And that nearly all libraries have policies that prohibit people from harassing others inside?
And that nearly all libraries have free wifi and desktop computers that erase history when you’re done using them?
And that librarians are totally chill with you hanging out all day? (provided you don’t spill things on the books)
And that libraries often have huge offerings of dvds which you can watch on your laptop in the library?
And that libraries tend to have lots of resources for folks who find themselves in distress?
What I’m saying is, if shit hits the fan, go to the library, you’re welcome here.
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Looks like a Thanos Dance Party!
“For God’s sake keep dancing! He’ll kill us all if we stop.”
Afghan Whigs, Up In It, 1990 (!)
Sometimes, hindsight is pretty terrific. Listening to tracks from this, knowing now that Greg Dulli and Company’s reach won’t exceed their grasp, that “Hated” will beget “My Curse” will beget “Summer’s Kiss” makes these wild early lunges even more touching. Almost a feel-good story because you know how it ends, as feel-good as “twist your head so I can witness/come and crawl inside my sickness” can be.
Twenty fucking years later, everybody.
27 years later, everybody.
No Ragrets, WalMart.
Here’s a link to a long-gone age, when I could do things, then write about them.
(It’s Old School Blogging, so if you read it, scroll to the bottom for best effect.)
Nick Cave, Alex Toth, Lou Reed, Baby Neck and you. The late great Jim Royal circa 1999. #misguided angel
Miss him so much.
Happy Birthday, Jim.
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