memyselfnie

First off, instead of  Fergie,  here’s Jimi Hendrix  at

Woodstock.  Everyone please shit or go blind for the playing

of the best anthem rendition ever.  He blew every mind

on the planet, probably the most patriotic  thing any great

guitarist junky has ever done,too.

What a long, strange trip it’s been.

I have a theory tho, that the whole world started

tripping one morning back in the 70’s, when I had to

tell someone from Jimmy  Carter’s white house that,

“He’s on another line and he’ll call you right back.”

You just don’t do that in this country, but I did.

I walked around for weeks after that, mumbling,

“We’re all gonna die…”  The voice on the other end

of that line was clearly pissed, when he said,

“Does he know who this is?” but he was just as shocked

as me when I replied, “Yes sir, and he said he’d call ya

right back!”

I never did apologise for that, but I am sorry, cause

ever since that day, the whole world’s been tripping.

I know it when I see it, and when somebody throws crap at a canvas

and says, “That is good”, I reserve the right not to buy that crap.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, not whoever trying to

pass off crap as quality, the discriminating beholder (me).

So the next time somebody tries to sell you some crap, tell em

I sent you.

My heart was in the right place, but those feelings seem to

have been hi-jacked by reality’s agenda.  So the Titanic first

cruise of straight lives matter has been…uh…deferred.

Wrapped in a false flag of (self) righteousness, I suspect

things a little too seriously.

But I will try.  Just don’t watch – this could get embarrassing really –

but just in case somebody does, there’ll be no chest thumping, no

prepared written speeches, no emotional tearing over, absolutely

no thanking academies or little trophys, evening dress will be well

worn sweats, but come as you are, it’s just me.  Black ties are

very optional.