WHITE LIGHTS

Leave the war. Buy a van. Load your gear. Fitter, Happier, More Productive. Put the iron on the pavement and the pen in your hand and write till your fingers bleed and your liver fails. Buy a mad dog that wont sit still. Fashion an idea for a fireworks display. Be ready with a stainless steal machete. Drink a half a pint of Ballantine’s each day. Maybe hole up in a room above a hardware store, and cry nothing there but Hollywood tears. Put a spell on some poor little girl, stay like that for 27 years.

Pack up all expectations, lit out of California, put a flyswatter banjo on my knee. Live off of angel hair, some benzedrine for getting there. You can find me in a eucalyptus tree.

Some say I’m doin the obituary mambo. Some call it hangin on the wall. Perhaps the yarn is the only thing that holds this man together. Some say I was never here at all. And some might see me down in Birmingham, sleeping in a boxcar going by. And if you think that you could live a bigger tale, I swear to god you’d have to live a lie.

This is where it ends, this is where it starts…

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So last night we played our pick-up gig at Venice Bistro in preparation for tomorrow night’s big CD release party at the Key Club. The show went very well in spite of a clusterfuck of technical difficulties sprung on us at the last second. We forgot an important chord for the electronics, our drummer Joey broke his finger and the sound guy refused to let us use his precious 3rd mic. But even though we had to cut one of our best songs, we killed the set and filled it out with a solid jam session.

Afterward we were decompressing out in the parking lot when a Venice Beach local stumbled over to us, mumbling about “bitches tryna make me jealous.” We had encountered him earlier when he offered us a dollar for a blanket to stay warm. Toby gave him a towel; the best we could do. But when he came back, he didn’t want anything. He casually joined our circle and told us his life story.

“You ever fall for a woman and then she says she don’t love you?”

He told us he spent the first 18 years of his life living with his 3 sisters who relentlessly emasculated him and then the next 18 years of his life with his father who didn’t help much. Now he couldn’t catch a break with any women. “I knew being a man would be hard, but I never knew it’d be this hard,” he said. We tried to console him, commiserating with the occasional, “Yeah, man, life’s a bitch.”

Wistfully, he concluded it was best to have faith that “our heavenly father” would take care of us. We disagreed, saying, “But you ARE the heavenly father. You just forgot.”

And he said, “Yeah, so are you.”