Sonnet

Rough winds shatter a pane of plexiglass,
Angel Cretin cries monster agony;
Tor Johnson zombie roams the dream streets,
Bad music plays from under the graveyard;
William Burroughs is the old junkie priest;
Salamie Ship crashes by the dime store,
Who goes tapping at the old chamber door?
Not I, says the man in the dried painting;
Now Laundromat Joe eats the walnut meat,
No glot clom fliday, Nov schmoz ka pop, toot sweet.

My Favorite Song

I hate music by guys who are just in it for the money. There's no passion, no talent. These old blues are just the opposite of that. When I first heard this song, I nearly fell into depression, knowing music would never be this good again.

Stan Freberg and books I should read.

Freberg is a genius. He hated Rock 'n' Roll, which could throw some people off from his work. This is really great, hilarious stuff, I think. Satire in the Phil Silvers, Harvey Kurtzman, etc., vein.

Also, I need to stop watching mind-rotting TV and read more. These look like interesting tomes I'll have to look into:

Dead End Yells, Wedding Bells, Cockle Shells, and Dizzy Spells, by Leo Gorcey (1967). The book is extremely rare (only 1000 copies), and what very little I've seen is insanely interesting. It's the actor's autobiography. If i ever track this down at a reasonable price, It's mine. Update: I just found out that an identical reprint is available direct from the publisher for just 40 bucks! Yahoo! I can't buy it right now though. I have no spending moneys.

Rock Dreams, by Guy Peellaert and Nik Cohn (1976). Imagined rock musicians' stories. Beautiful drawings.

Typhon vol. 1, by Danny Hellman and various (2009). I've been meaning to read this for a while and need to buy it. The editor is now a follower of this blog, by the way, and I've been a big fan of his work for some time.

Prison Pit, by Johnny Ryan (2009). I realy enjoy Ryan's work (from the time I started looking at it in Nick magazine years ago, to Angry Youth, to now), and this experimentation with serious stuff looks amazing.

Junky, by William Burroughs (1953). I can't believe I call myself a Burroughs fan without having read this.

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, by Seth Grahame-Smith (2009). How could I not want to read a book with this title?

The Doury post will come, but I can't make any promises.