Don't Know Much Biology

"If a bullfrog had wings he wouldn't bump his butt so much." That's what my grandmother always told me and I suppose it's true. I've run out of excuses. I've got books and plays to finish, songs that collide in my head and places to go. I have a life to live and a heart that is overflowing.

I've read that only a fool has no regrets and that makes me feel a little bit dumb. Yeah, I would do pretty much all of it again. I'm looking for a clear head and an open heart and I'm hoping that the ecstasy will take care of itself.

For the time being, the tragedy and the sadness in Oklahoma reminds us all of the goodness in the heart of people. If there is any lesson here beyond strong hinges on the storm cellar door, it is love. Use it up if you think you can. Squander it on the living things around you. Don't finish up with a bunch of it that you think you've saved. It's like green stamps or ripe tomatoes.

OK

Well, I have a lot of folks all over Oklahoma who mean the world to me. So far, everyone seems to be in one piece. Nature is always ready with a reminder, though, that life is precious. Don't wait to start living and don't settle for anything. Hold tight to what you love and love what have. I love you all.

Honey Hush

Let me ask you something. If we put together a rhythm and blues band based on foolishness, along the lines of Duckbutter, will you come to see us? Looking for ways to avoid starvation and yet not stooping to actual work this seems to be a logical scenario.

We already have a working title for the first cd, "Turn Your Head And Cough." I hardly see how we could fail. Let me know.

Wrap My Turban

Always wanted to wear a turban. I've got a crystal ball in the house, too. Really. Turns out I know stuff. My fascination with mind reading and mentalism is settled in the theatrics but I know a little something about the history of the stuff. Yeah, Theo Annemann shaved a widow's peak as a young man so that he could look the part. By the time that he took his own life he had blurred the line between real life and the other world.

Maybe I have avoided the showbiz mentalism to keep away from that pesky real stuff. It finally occurs to me that "reading minds" can be too much to handle. I can sing you song after song that I've written about big events in my life. Before they happened. Sensitive means way more than I once thought it did.

It's not always a drag knowing what the stranger on the elevator is thinking but it can be tedious listening in on the hearts of lovers.

Glory Hole In The Ether

The joy in my life is threatening to take over the wheel. I've sung the line, "The joy in your soul means more than what you earn," for so long that I'm starting to believe it. I've never had more fun. I've never been so thankful for what I have.

Sometimes I wish that I played five hours a night, seven days a week. This rock'n'roll is magic. Cutty smutty!

The Whole Pie

Once the big bucks are squeezed out of the music business the rock'n'roll will flow. Of course Clive and the last of the crooks will be long gone. It will come from the kids, of course. It always does. It will be built on all of the gospel and hillbilly stuff that came down from the hills. We'll still be indebted to the Africans and the Irish and all of the heroes who cooked that stew the last couple of go 'rounds.

I won't likely be here to hear it but some kid who knows he's hipper than the pack may find some obscure tune of mine... wait, they're all obscure; damn! I was saying, some punk may stumble across something that I've done and hold it up as something primitive, something so unsophisticated that it deserves a listen. Voila!

Oh, you have no idea how many friends have suggested death to me as a career move. Honestly, I'm content with obscurity. It suits me.

The Arrogance Of Youth

Funny, I thought I knew everything at seventeen. Now I look around and find that I still suffer such foolishness. At least I have enough disaster in my history now to be reminded that I don't know much and I never did. Have I made mistakes? Well, yeah, of course. That's not so bad. Having made so many of them over and over is a touch dumb, though.

I have always worried that the ultimate comic book light bulb would appear over my head in the last frame.

Peace and love were taught before I could walk, though, so I can't complain. Mix that up with rock'n'roll and it's a pretty good life. All that stuff that seemed so important at various stages of my life have settled into the ether.

A-whap- bob- a- lee- bop- balop- bam- boom!