for mr. h. s. thompson: out like a lamb
i didn't know hunter s thompson had died when i started making this song. specialfriend-pete broke the news. the song was already all written (but not performed). and it felt completely proper to dedicate it to him. a crazy fellow who influenced me. bye hunter.
a nod must also be made to mr tom waits on this one. thankfully he's still with us. and i'm sure it is clear that he is an influence on this particular songaday.
can i take a minute to puzzle (again) over this mysterious rss feed? ryanne and steve garfield were compelled to get me rolling with this dealy (for which i still thank them...). inasmuch as i can tell, it allows people to "subscribe" to my blog and then automatically get it. right? (or else it is a german built flying car with tires that are also radios.) anyways, all it is doing is wreaking havoc on my delicate ego. one day i'll have 17 people. the next, 5. was it something i said?
okay, fine, my ego isn't that delicate...
rock on forever to the sound of freedom and free things such as birds, bicycles, and carnie folk.
and if you have a chance, take some lsd. do it for hunter.