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June 11, 2012

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Jan Martin Löhndorf

What the Byrds didn't dare expostulate ...

dan

Looks like its wagglin' time.

Martijn

Isn't that a misdemeanor?

Hey folks, I'm back. Or not. I think part of me is still roaming the slums of Marseille, another part is burried on some sacret mountain. The rest is lost on the highway, dissolved in cognac and bleeched in the sun. But the physical being is here back home on the range, where the deer and the buffalo shit on your lawn. If you have a lawn, which I don't. Just a 4 square feet garden that isn't even mine anyway, but I said so to the neighbours when they moved in.

The point being: I'm glad to be back and to see this blog still in the air. What have I missed? I will find out. Hey Mike & all. Well... all? Where the flying typhoid is everybody? What happened here. Distemper, shipwrecks and locusts? Jan Martin and Dan hey!

Martijn

What? Has Pete Seeger pulled your plug too?

gillian

Welcome back, Martijn.

Jan Martin Löhndorf

And where's Mike?

Martijn

Indeed! The dating world seems to be more gripping than the Foreign Legion.

karoline

Hey guys, I plan on using this guy when my time comes but thought I would share his website in case any one wants to explore. I like the idea of hawaiian retreats... http://personaltao.com/

bulletholes

Martijn will save us! Hi Martijn!

Martijn

Ma femme fume une pipe. Hey Steve, hey Mike... take your time, don't hurry... love your blog anyway. Have you ever heard of Céline's "L'Ecole des Cadavres"? I hadn't till recently. But then again, I hadn't heard any Huriah Heep record either. Wah wah... this place rocks.

Martijn

I'm really in the mood for some Pointless Expostulations on the Utter Futility of Everything.

Jan Martin Löhndorf

Hey Martijn! As long as the mainman is absent, read the papers, turn on the radio or the TV. and you will find pointlessness in abundance, although it's not as funny or well formulated as it is here.

Mike, what are you doing - getting screwed and tattooed? (As far as I remember, you were going to date a tattoo artist, but that's been some time now ...)

Martijn

I hate the papers (ugly lies & unromantic misery), radio (advertisements and Joseph Haydn) and TV (lies, misery, advertisements and bad connection).

I should write something myself -- I have a head full of stuff -- but I'm too beat and nervous from getting back home to an empty house and the ongoing Cold War with my employer. But thanks for the tips, JM.

Is Mike dating a tattoist? No wonder he's so quiet: he probably trying to read what it says on his hiney. Let me help you. Mike it says: "Your Name".

bulletholes

Thats funny Martijn. Hiney. I wouldn't have expected that from you.

Martijn

"...My car is fast, my teeth is shiny, I tell all the girls they can kiss my hiney..." And we discussed the word here once before, so I thought Jan Martin would enjoy it.

gillian

Hey, Mike, you still have an email from me on Facebook. :)

Hi, everyone!

Jan Martin Löhndorf

That's right, Martijn, I still remember the discussion, And I still like the word.

Martijn

I knew it. Ha ha... let's keep talking rubbish till Der Failurator decides to return to us mortals.

Jan Martin Löhndorf

Mike, juat tell her to do the outlines and do thr colour finish later, we need you!

Martijn

Try to hold out, Jan Martin, have a Jever.

Jan Martin Löhndorf

Jever? I used to drink that stuff a lot back in the day ...

Martijn

I found real bottles of Duff beer in the most unlikely place: Burgundy.

(Mike, whatever it is that is plaguing you: hang in and take care. Imagine us singing a chorus of 'Danny Boy' outside in the cold and dark.)

Jan Martin Löhndorf

Duff in Burgundy? That's strange indeed. But I guess you won't find Jever in Bavaria, those southerners are not used to bitter beer, they like it more sweetly. Catholic pussies.
Singing "Danny Boy" sounds nice to me, but against al odds I still hope Mike is alive & well & all zonked out from doing the beast with two backs with the tattoo artist.

Martijn

You are an admirable optimist, Jan Martin. In my mind Mike is abducted & probed, locked in some plastic bubble because of a rare & freak combination of tropical diseases caused by a failed quit smoking attempt, taken hostage, in custody, taken out by the government, completely freaked out and becoming a Jungle Overlord, ruling with an iron fist over his flock of chipmunks... etcetera. Well, I'm kidding of course, but I AM genuinely worried. That's what I do.

Jan Martin Löhndorf

Oh no, Martijn, I am not an optimist. I take things as they come, try to make the best of it, and in this one case, I just hope and widh for the best. And maybe it's in vain ...

Martijn

Nothing wrong with hoping & wishing. However, Mike has never been quiet for fun before, and I can't really believe in sudden Wonders. Wait... who lately said: "if you don't believe in miracles, you're not a realist"? I can't remember... unless it was Dutch novellist (and probably millionaire) Arnon Grunberg. (It's probably easier to believe in miracles when you're a millionaire & fiction dealer.) Never mind though, and your approach is very sound, Jan Martin. I should take a few leaves from your book. I worry too much. And Mike is one tough motherfucker! He can take it, whatever the Mighty Smiter throws at him!

Martijn

Ah... the miracle--realist quote came from David Ben Gurion, I learned. Hmmm, long time since I heard anything from David Ben Gurion. Whatever happened to David Ben Gurion? It's too late to worry about that now too.

m

Hello there,
I just one to inform I believe I might have seen Mike at least two times in Madrid. Mike, How did you ever end up in Spain?

Jan Martin Löhndorf

Now this turns out to be some kind of Edward Gorey-story ... and Martijn, you are right, Mike has never been absent for fun, I know that ... but he might be now! Maybe in Madrid, who can tell?

Martijn

Wrong bus to wrong Toledo.

Marc

Even though I don't belong to Mike's elite inner circle of friends here, I look forward to his posts and notice when he's gone.

gillian

Oh, we're hardly elite. I'm glad you're here, Marc.

Bryon

I think we should hear Marc out.

gillian

:D

bullets

The elite inner circle of failure. Mike would love it. Lets put Marc in charge.

Marc

It'd be an honor to be in Mike's elite inner circle of failure. I feel like a flaccid failure already.

Martijn

'Let's put Marc in charge'... That's mutiny Mr Bullets! I propose a life sized carrara marble statue for Mike with a nize bronze plaque saying: "He Tought His People How To Waggle Their Penisses At The Police."

Mike will Return!

Martijn

nize = nice (what the hell is wrong with me?)

Jeffers

Spoke to Michael yesterday & he was in good spirits, sounding well. I know he appreciates the kind words. He's just got to find his blogging pants & the brown Bear Bryant hat with the day-glo pheasant feather, then maybe he'll be back & posting. Life is to work through, and he's working. Here's to the return of the King.

Martijn

Salute! And thanks for the reassuring words, Jeffers.

UF Mike

I hereby put Marc in charge. Thanks for all the kind and concerned words, everybody. I am failing admirably here, but fighting to regain my blogging form. I shall return! Until then, Marc, you're running the ship. Sincerely, Unremitting Failure.

P.S. I was in Madrid for a day or two. But that was only to consult a rare coin dealer.

I love you all!

gillian

Marc, your use of "flaccid" is particularly apt, given this particular blog entry.

Mike, I love you!

gillian

So, the way we all convene here from time to time when UF is otherwise occupied, reminds me of the end of Baja Reef at Marineland, in the early-mid 80s. You could go snorkeling there, and I remember my friend and I zipped through it in a hurry, always anxious to see what was around the bend, and then suddenly we were at the end, and a LOT of kids were hanging out and swimming at the end because nobody wanted to leave and we didn't think you could go back in the other direction.

http://youtu.be/fllE40QjuDw

For the record, I'm anti-zoo/animals in captivity, so I never patronize these types of establishments now, but I'll never forget my Baja Reef experience.

Anyway, here we are, hanging out in the UF pool.

xoxo

UF Mike

I love you right back, Gillian! Long live Baja Reef!

Martijn

Mike's Back! Whoohoo! And long live the Baja Telecaster!

Jan Martin Löhndorf

Phew.

gillian

There are pictures of the abandoned Baja Reef here: http://abandonedplaces.livejournal.com/423617.html

I forgot to mention, we swam with various sea creatures, including baby sharks. Creepy, but cool.

bullets

Man, that is one flaccid marine park.
Ought to be graffiti that says "Griswold was here".

Marc

Me in charge? The pressure! The pressure!

All I can say is WHERE ARE MY DAMN BOX SCORES?
http://thewvsr.com/voicemail_message.mp3

-and-

I'm going to feed you all a SHIT AND MATER SANDWICH:
http://thewvsr.com/Shit%20n%20Mater%20Sammich.mp3

Jeffers

Off topic: 3 Quotes about free jazz from Detination Out's (http://destination-out.com/ ) Beginner's Guide to Free Jazz. I am especially partial to Sonny Sharrock's.

“Is jazz dead? Well, I guess that all depends on what you know.”
-Lester Bowie

“Free jazz reaches back to what jazz was originally, rebelling against the ultra-sophisticated art form it has become.”
-Archie Shepp

“I go out onstage, and my intention is to make the first four rows bleed from their ears.”
-Sonny Sharrock

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