there once was a man...

That's a Gibson SG. i saw one on antiques roadshow last night appraised at something like $60,000. maybe it was $6,ooo or $16,000. i don't recall exactly, but it was a lot. i took this photo digitally in cory and beej's basement.

As of now, i'm listening iTunes. I always listen to it on shuffle and i'm rarely disappointed. perhaps my constant scrutiny of the contents of my music library have something to do with the fact that I don't dislike one song in the lot. this, of course, results in shuffled glory; never a dull moment. for instance, consider the Steely Dan song that just played. Fire in the Hole is a lost gem, a neglected classic from their oft-forgotten debut. but "my appetite ain't got no heart." different song.

Have you ever listened to James Brown? that dude makes some crazy sounds. sounds that will make you question whether or not they came from a man or an animal.

also, today i was reading the newspaper. there was an article about political figures not reporting trips in which they were wined and dined by lobbyists. awhile back, some oregon dudes got the business for failing to mention that tobacco and alcohol people had been wining and dining them. it's upsetting how easily some people can be bought. don't get me wrong, dough is nice, but if you're elected to represent your constituents and to serve their interests, shouldn't you do so without the influence of these outside forces? after all, they're just trying to make you see things their way.

ignore that last comment; i'm far from informed.

So i'm kind of getting into the hobo look. how cool is it becoming to be rich and look like your poor? the libertines sang about it and now i'm backing it. it reminds me of something i saw that was so out of place but so cool in the metro section today. it was an article about lumberjacks in the 1900s when oregon was hella rugged. these guys worked long days, hiked through thick NW forests, and chopped down trees. they lived in mobile camps, i.e. tents, and were like outlaw gangs. they'd get payed (paid?) on fridays and head to town to get drunk, get laid and get bathed. along the way they'd fight people and generally scare the hell out of the locals. I'd read a Kesey book along the same lines, albeit in a different time period and with somewhat more civilized citizenry, but the themes and ideas remained intact. what i'm trying to say is that i've always admired men who've worked hard and played hard. i'm not condoning their destructive behavior but it's cool for me to think about a crew of haggard mountain men strolling into town from a week of work, their pockets swollen with money to burn, just looking to get wasted and to fuck and fight. it's history man. my great-gramps was one of them loggers (a good one though) and my grandma and her sister were raised in logging camps in oregon and washington. they have some really cool stories about those days. she got polio and won. I think hardship can make a person stronger.

a great song just came on: "i'll be as gone as a wild goose in winter, then you'll understand your man."

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