One man talks about what he knows best. And like the last seconds of a good basketball game, makes those crucial points.
This song echoed in the school buses of my childhood before we were driving around in our parents cars.
This video reflected on the wood walls of unattended houses under large dark trees.
I remember glaring football stadium lights as we pull onto a road that doesn’t know whether it’s in the country or the city. The smell of dirt, turf and sweat. Boys jeering and trying to one-up each other with the next most depraved band. Tool. Crystals in windows, toys from Elementary school stuffed away in the closet.
Some things to note about this nostalgic curiosity: The lead singer is Mr. Peppermint’s son. Mr. Peppermint was a local PBS favorite a la Mister Rogers (of Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood). There is another revealing video of Gibby Haynes that Mr. Greg Fronczak urgently shared with me while abiding at the Lemon Flats.
I realized this song has been floating around in my head lately while I entered into a hypnogogic state on my couch. There was a westward breeze blowing through large tree outside the open bay window.
On another note, the following song has also recently entered into my swampy clustered mind:
Keeping the tunes coming. This collection of songs came together over a long period of scattered bleakness with much gratitude to the knowing DJs of KXLU. Long endless traffic jams, pot holes, hot blindness, twisted necks, grit teeth, sore throats. May they whisk you away on your journeys across highways, through subways, into strangeways. Enjoy.
I’ve got Baltimore on the mind.
As far as simple no-budget videos are concern, this one has a great mood.
Not to mention some visual similarities to what I’m aiming for with TUM-E-LOO.
well i note you
put me back into nonpareil
again monday after raising me
to brevier all right boss
all right grind down
the laboring man there will come
a day of reckoning i don’t have
to do this you know as far
as the food is concerned that
you have been giving me i lived before
i ever got into your column must close now
as mehitabel the cat is
scratching her claws against
the desk in a meaning sort of way