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1/18/02 It's Back
Time will tell, just who has fell Hey Well, it's all over. 9233 days after we pledged to love one another forever (Gerald Ford was President at the time- look him up in your history books) and 8279 days after we stood together in front of a church full of family and friends and swore to honor and cherish and not fuck around on one another till death do us part, it all officially came to an end today at 3:30 in front of the Putnam Co. lawmaster (what an exalted title for such a pissy little position, though I don't want to slam on her, I know her-slightly-and actually about half like her). It was an agreed type thing, we just presented the filled out papers to her majesty saying who got what, and it was pretty much a done deal, got a court order in my room now saying we're "forever divorced from each other "- it should say one another, stupid ass attorney- "from the bonds of matrimony Still sucked. These are my last words on the subject, and trust me, I'm not making any fucking speech. I know I'm no fucking saint, I drink too goddamn much, I can be way too much it's all about me (who has their own newsletter, for shit's sake), I can be callous and indifferent and short tempered and leave me the fuck alone, why can't ya? Not always, but I can be all these things, and if it gets to the point where all the good things about me no longer compensate, then so be it, I'd be hurt, but I'd try to understand. But, leaving me is one thing. Shitting on me and lying to me and ripping knife holes in my back the size of Ur-fucking-anus for EIGHT FUCKING YEARS and then leaving me is something else again. I was blessed enough for many years to have as good a spouse as any person has the right to hope for, a good person who was damn good to me and for me and I will treasure the memory of who I fell in love with and married for the rest of my life-without question, she will always- ALWAYS- be my one true love. What I've been with for the past eight years isn't worth missing or crying over, and I'll be motherfucked straight to Hell before I do either. Hey- I didn't think it was a speech, and like I said, it's a subject we won't be addressing again in the newsletter- it's time to get the fuck over and move on. But 9233 days is a LOT to put behind you, children. Gotta come up with a snazzy name for this thing- the newletter is too bland for this scintillating stuff. Trying a new format of spacing between paragraphs as it was suggested to me by a subscriber that it would make this easier to read, though I'm sure no more comprehensible, and sure as shit no less profane. Trying to do something about the font or something that makes all this jumble after the message stuff arrive, not too confident I've corrected that. What is Bill listening to right now? Nothing, I'm watching over my shoulder the original Cape Fear on AMC. Part of my Holy M Trinity (Mitchum, Marvin, McQueen) Robert Mitchum is too fucking bad in this. Meaner than cat shit. Read the new thick hardback biography on him back in the summer- can't remember the name, I think its just Mitchum, but it's still in the new books section of the library, check it the hell out, it was a good read, let my dad borrow it, he loved it. Bob came up rough, and hated big shots and pretension (loved women and booze, yeah, like who don't, I'm looking for seven whores soaked in gin to console me) and whenever some suit type would tell him to do something Bob would reply "You wanna suck what?" Whatta guy. Got busted for smoking dope in the 50s! What's Bill drinking? Green tea, got the girls with me until 1/28, don't really need the hard stuff (and if you've ever tried to deal with Rachel while you're drunk- don't). As some of you are aware, my Mom's been having heart problems again, had a cath done today, goes back in 1/31 to have a stint put in, any of you Christian types feel like praying for her, please have at it. Got a bunch of people expressing interest in the trip to Abdullah's, how very gratifying. As my beloved nephew Tom put it, "I'll be damned and cold in the ground if you see Abdullah and I don't." Wonder where he learned to talk like that? Tom will be 18 and a man grown this summer, so you're there, little dude. Look out. Look the FUCK out. Got a new digital recorder thing here at the house, I can now make my own CDs with no outside help what-so-fucking-ever. I don't mean copying pre-recorded, I mean making my own. Couple weeks, I'll start including original songs in the newsletter, one of those blue-liney things that when you hit it the song plays (obviously I'm gonna need help getting it in the computer). Been trying to get a new guitar since around Christmas- which is why, David, when you asked me how I like my new guitar, I didn't respond, cos I don't have one. Tried to order a Danelectro DC-3 in silver metalflake (Joe was going to get the corresponding bass if he liked my guitar). First I got "it's on it's way" then I got "it's on back order" then I got "they don't make 'em anymore". Ordered a PURPLE metalflake DC-12 (twice the strings, twice the noise) at the same time I ordered the recorder 2 weeks ago, got "it's on it's way", the recorder came alone, now we're up to "it's on back order". Any bets how this is going to end? Not much excitement since the last newsletter. Joe came out Saturday night, proved for the N to the millionth power time that he can't hold his liquor (gin and tonics and they were GREAT, weren't they Joe, I followed a recipe instead of just pouring a bunch of gin in a glass and showing it a tonic bottle, even bought fresh limes to squeeze in, that elitist bastard Chris is starting to rub off on me, quality over quantity, what a fucking concept) we played some, Joe listened to Nuggets II (cf. last issue) and loved it- it really is great stuff, sort of like Pink Floyd playing Herman's Hermits- before he lay down on my music room floor and passed out, or maybe dissolved, he wasn't there when I got up Sunday, and I haven't heard from him since. By the way, elitist bastard Chris says a couple of great beers are Harpoon IPA (love the name) and Wallace IPA. Never seen or heard of either- they don't have it at Kroger where I once again exhort you all to shop- so Chris, let me know where you get yours and I'll try some and review in the- whatever this is. Newsletter fact. You may or may not know that Kurt Russell (who did an excellent job of off-key channeling Clint Eastwood in Escape From New York and The Thing, 2 cool movies, especially the latter, which I like a hell of a lot, I've watched it multiple times and still find it very engaging and well done until the admittedly ambiguous and pretty weak ending) was a pro baseball player after his Disney days, and before the movies mentioned above. But did you know that in 1973, before he tore up his shoulder, he was hitting .563 for the AA Encino Angels? AA's not the bigs, but it's not sandlot, either, and at that level, .563 ain't no joke. I'm impressed. I'm back. Been gone for an hour or so, went to put the girls to bed and they wanted to talk about today, me, their mom, etc. Ouch. They're dealing with things the best they can, but I feel like motherfucking loser of the world for my part in doing this to them. End of soap opera. Now watching "Trouble Man," on AMC, an early 70's blaxploitation thing, not too good, but it has a great theme song. Marvin Gaye sang it. He would. On a musical note- sorry- musical Mark got back to me, his band is called Hybrid Zero and they're playing Escapes in St. Albans 2/8, along with places in Huntington and Ironton, OH. They've also done a demo CD Mark's sending me a copy of. God love your heart son, get out there and do it, instead of sitting in front of a computer and talking about it (or passing out on music room floors). I'll be there on the 8th, see ya then, I'll bring that vinyl I promised you. A couple good music websites are www.nkvdrecords.com, they publish a web magazine called Noise for Heroes, Music for Zeros. If you have any interest in punk music at all, you should check it out, particularly the Australian stuff from late 70's/early 80's- Radio Birdman, Died Pretty, the awesome Scientists- Blood Red River is fantastic. Also, www.Aural-Innovations.com is a mind boggling space rock e-zine, done about 20 some issues which you can read on-line, plus they have links to EVERYTHING even remotely connected to space rock. Some of you might not know it, but I love space rock- Hawkwind is absolutely fucking killer- in fact one of the all time biggest musical compliments I ever got was when this guy, after listening to the Bill/Joe/Scott Sabres practice said "You guys sound like the Ramones trying to play Pink Floyd." The punk ass was trying to put us down, but I loved it. Think I'll start telling you about good movies before they come on, instead of while I'm watching them. If you're up at midnight on 1/29, try to catch Blow-Up on AMC, an England Swings crime drama from '66 famous among music types as it features the Beck Yardbirds doing THEIR mutant version of Train Kept a Rollin'- what is it with that song- called Stroll On, and Beck doing a Townshend thing with his guitar and amp. If he'd used a spatula and one of those things you put on your stove to put the drippy spoon on, he'd be doing a Bitner thing. Never seen it myself, plan to. For those not so late night inclined, check out the Blue Max on AMC at 10:15 2/22- the dogfight scenes are as good as it gets, or Fathom, FMC 2/20 at noon which has Raquel Welch as a secret agent who wears a bikini pretty much for the whole film, and I don't want to hear it- you're talking to a man who sat up till 2:00 am the other night watching a couple of Matt Helm films, two smarmier pieces of numbskullery you couldn't find, because they had Senta Berger, (whoa) Janice Rhule (miniskirts and knee boots) Elke Sommer (I read somewhere she liked to fuck) and a host of other fine looking women cavorting in revealing garb, in fact, I caught the end of Casino Royale before The Ambushers came on, in time to see braless Ursala Andress (sweet Jesus) doing some kind of sixties go-go thing. And yes, I know I'm pathetic, thanks for reminding me. Dean Martin was kind of funny as Matt, the drunken horndog, he said grudgingly. Mad Scientist: "Have you ever seen a flying saucer?" Matt: "Are you asking me if I want a drink?" Maybe you had to be there. Any suggestions on what I can call this thing? Careful. Gonna shut her down and put her out. Once again, all comments and constructive criticisms are welcomed by the staff. I'll try to give a wrestling update next issue, hopefully there'll be something to update. (Hey Doug- Chinese Death Falcons Rule, you Yankee Donkey. This heart doesn't run on blood, this heart doesn't run on love Bill
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