People get kind of excited.

They pee their pants

Because these dead celebrities are going where  we know we will all be going.

Probably sooner than later. Because:

“time may change me
But I can’t trace time,”

I still don’t know what the fuck this means but when Mr. Bowie died, his lyrics popped in my head, very fast and seemingly all at once. He was always included in the new-wave line-up and on MTV though i was an admirer and not a “fan.” and by that I mean I never bought a single record or tape. Like the beach boys, I have always taken him for granted.

“Put on your red shoes and dance the blues.”

“Lets sway- while color lights up your face”

Anyway, when celebrities Die, Its probably exciting because we know thats where we are all going but they get to go there FIRST.

Mr Bowie did a slight of hand and took all the fun funeral shit away from us.

And by “fun” I don’t mean literal fun. I have experienced funerals and they are far from fun, but as I get older I understand why people want them to be that way,

He was cremated lickety- split. He didn’t belong to anyone dammit!! Yes, we get it David. We understand, but still, FUCK OFF. This celebrity-rock star-fan worship shit should go two ways and you broke the rules you dirty bastard.

Angie Bowie had some stuff to say if you were paying attenton.

She said he tried to choke her. She said she had a theatre background and that she was the one who really helped his career. She said it was a business marriage, she said he told her he didn’t love her. She said she gave up her son and hasnt seen him in years and years.

I find it all so horribly sadrearcelebs01and why do I read it? Why do we read it? because life is strange thats why. Shit happens. Horrible shit. Terrible shit. Great shit and boring shit.

I think we (I ) read it because we  need to understand the difference between alive and dead. What is that difference?

It probably has to do with the one sided blindness that we all are handicapped with.

A terrible inability to SEE things for what they really are.

Angie Bowie is probably ( or was) an obnoxious human being, but so was David Bowie.

This woman gave him a child and a career and because they couldnt get along he lets her throw away her relationship with her son. Because he was flawed. Because She is flawed. Because we are all FLAWED.


“Better a diamond with a flaw than a pebble without.”-Confucius

As I was writing this I was sure that they had made a mistake.

“Time may change me, but I can’t change time”


Nope. It’s “time may change me, but I cant trace time.”

I was reading Texas Monthly while getting my roots dyed. It was an article on alcohol blackouts. Apparently not everyone has them and you don’t even need to be drunk to experience them. It’s a scary form of amnesia and I experienced it only once. At Mardis Gras, around 1993 or 94.  Party of  all parties, Mardis Gras.I am Certain nothing nefarious happened. But  geez, Mardis Gras, if a blackout is going to happen, it will be there.

I started reading another biography of Jim Morrison.  He basically stayed drunk most of the time. It was excused behavior in those times, but not so much now. Now people might say, “that guy seems a bit troubled.” He may have had blackouts, he seemed to encourage the shadow side of himself to party. He was probably like Kristen Wiig in Bridesmaids on the airplane, where she says ” I am ready to partaaaay.” But wouldn’t it have been nice if he had made peace with the shadow side and decided to live in the sober, rational daylight  with not so much whiskey side?

Erm, whiskey.

“I like whiskey, I always did. And that is why I never drink it.” -Robert E Lee.


“Always carry a small flagon of whiskey in case of snakebite and furthermore always carry a small snake.” -W.C. Fields

Okay, enough about whiskey.

The other book I have been reading is a memoir by Sally Mann called “Hold still, a memoir with pictures.” I enjoyed it but didn’t quite make it to the end, because she has a lot of things on her mind and it gets too heavy too absorb so I might pick it up again later.

I have to disagree with her negative commentary on James Dickey. He was pretty awesome.

I met him as an old man, though, and she met him when he was arrogant and cocksure.

When I met him he carried an oxygen tank.



Anyway, back to Mortality, unless, in some strange way, the two are related?

Well maybe so;

From “History of Spirits in America,”

“Whiskey had great value during the Civil War. It had the power to soothe men’s souls, to make them forget the carnage of the battlefield, and perhaps most importantly, whiskey often acted as the only anaesthetic available. A paper, written in 1993 by Mervel V. Hanes, M.D. of Louisville, points out that, although quinine and laudanum were used medicinally in the mid-1800s, few other medicines, apart from whiskey, were available. Even aspirin, which was discovered in 1849, wasn’t used medicinally until the end of the century. So, during the Civil War, more than a little red liquor was poured over a wound to clean it and much, much more was poured down parched throats to depress awareness and ease the pain of countrymen fighting countrymen on their own land.

According to Gerald Carson in his book, The Social History of Bourbon, since the Northern soldiers had more money than their adversaries, they could buy more whiskey. Well, that makes sense, but although officers were allowed to buy whiskey, enlisted men had to rely on rations as their legitimate source of liquor. (The army had stopped daily rations of liquor some 30 years previous, but it wasn’t unusual for some commanders to issue whiskey to their troops.) Needless to say, however, soldiers on both sides were, for the most part, hungry, cold, frightened, and sorely in need of solace wherever they could find it. If temporary refuge from their plight lay in a slug of whiskey, they would find a way of getting it.

The Union troops procured their whiskey from wherever they could, having it sent by their families, dodging the guards and finding their way to a local grogshop, and in the case of one whole regiment during the Christmas celebrations of 1864, making a full 15 gallons of bad whiskey all by themselves. The Confederate troops, on the other hand, didn’t get their fair share of whiskey, not only due to their lack of hard cash, but also because the South couldn’t afford to use what valuable grain there was to make such frivolous stuff as whiskey; people were wanting of the basic necessities just to exist.

Not all Northerners believed that their soldiers were drinking more than the Southern troops. Lincoln’s secretary, John Hay, when recording the 1863 arrival of the Sons of Temperance at the White House, noted that the group blamed the defeats of Union troops on intemperance among the soldiers. But Hay could not believe it, “the rebels drink more and worse whiskey than we do,” he wrote.

Whatever the reality of “who was drinking more,” the Southern populace needed food more than they needed whiskey. The Confederacy, therefore, declared prohibition, on a state to state basis, and tried to buy up all the available whiskey to use as medicine, for Navy rations, and in certain instances, for soldiers who needed a “medicinal” boost. States reacted to the prohibition with varying degrees of complicity. Carson states that one colonel from Georgia was actually making whiskey himself–prohibition be damned. The fact was that since Jefferson Davis had made whiskey hard to come by, its value had increased by leaps and bounds. The black-market price for whiskey was, in 1863, about $35 per gallon, compared to about 25 cents for the same amount at the end of 1860. Black marketeers who had the means to make whiskey simply couldn’t restrain themselves.

Overall, the Civil War’s effect on the whiskey business, by no means negligible, was to whittle down the number of whiskey distilleries and distillers–a fact that probably didn’t upset temperance advocate–and onetime tavern keeper–Abraham Lincoln

Anyway, we started with death and David Bowie and ended with whiskey,

This looks like an interesting book.
















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