Comments on: Creeley’s favorite cut… http://listics.com/20060723411 Frank Paynter's Voice and Vision... Tue, 07 Nov 2024 13:07:05 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.0.2 by: Frank Paynter http://listics.com/20060723411#comment-2849 Sun, 23 Jul 2024 21:52:07 +0000 http://listics.com/20060723411#comment-2849 Gee Dean, we just hit the left coast and checked into the Mars Hotel. I'll have to give all that some more thought. Gee Dean, we just hit the left coast and checked into the Mars Hotel. I’ll have to give all that some more thought.

]]> by: Dean Landsman http://listics.com/20060723411#comment-2845 Sun, 23 Jul 2024 20:38:19 +0000 http://listics.com/20060723411#comment-2845 Gee, Frank... a member of my Uncle John's Band, a guy with a Touch of Gray in his hair, was Truckin one night, guided by a Dark Star and a Fire on The Mountain, told me he was feeling bad, sort had those Blues for Allah. Ain't it Crazy? Well what do you expect, he was Born Cross-Eyed. My Brother Esau (who was Playing In The Band)was Throwing Stones and said to Turn on Your Love Light, The Race is On, and that there would be some Spanish Jam for Me and My Uncle (No Cream Puff War this time) at The Midnight Hour. Don't Mess Up A Good Thing, I replied. Crowd Sculptures Far From Me (Doin' That Rag)were content to Let it Grow. So we crossed the River of Nine Sorrows (carefully avoiding the Ship Of Fools), drank some Ripple, and then cast a few Seastones in honor of Saint Stephen and the Saint of Circumstance. Tennessee Jed asked us to Tell Mama that The Music Never Stopped. Remembering that When Push Comes to Shove the People of Cucamonga Let it Grow all over the Brokedown Palace, we gave Betty and Dupree a Box of Rain and told them to pray for a New Potato Caboose. Since we were at Terrapin Station feeling The Weight, we kissed the Wharf Rat goodbye, I picked up The Wheel and realized it was all just a Sunshine Daydream. I awoke, lit up a Garcia y Vega (no, not Suzanne Vega) and decided to go Phish. But there are no more Phish jams, so let us just accept that The Merry-Go-Round Broke Down. Frank Sinatra would say, "Doobie Doobie Do." Michael McDonald would say to Frank, "yes, my Brother?" And Nancy (daughter of Frank) would just say Something Stupid. Gee, Frank… a member of my Uncle John’s Band, a guy with a Touch of Gray in his hair, was Truckin one night, guided by a Dark Star and a Fire on The Mountain, told me he was feeling bad, sort had those Blues for Allah. Ain’t it Crazy? Well what do you expect, he was Born Cross-Eyed.

My Brother Esau (who was Playing In The Band)was Throwing Stones and said to Turn on Your Love Light, The Race is On, and that there would be some Spanish Jam for Me and My Uncle (No Cream Puff War this time) at The Midnight Hour.

Don’t Mess Up A Good Thing, I replied. Crowd Sculptures Far From Me (Doin’ That Rag)were content to Let it Grow. So we crossed the River of Nine Sorrows (carefully avoiding the Ship Of Fools), drank some Ripple, and then cast a few Seastones in honor of Saint Stephen and the Saint of Circumstance.

Tennessee Jed asked us to Tell Mama that The Music Never Stopped. Remembering that When Push Comes to Shove the People of Cucamonga Let it Grow all over the Brokedown Palace, we gave Betty and Dupree a Box of Rain and told them to pray for a New Potato Caboose.

Since we were at Terrapin Station feeling The Weight, we kissed the Wharf Rat goodbye, I picked up The Wheel and realized it was all just a Sunshine Daydream.

I awoke, lit up a Garcia y Vega (no, not Suzanne Vega) and decided to go Phish. But there are no more Phish jams, so let us just accept that The Merry-Go-Round Broke Down.

Frank Sinatra would say, “Doobie Doobie Do.” Michael McDonald would say to Frank, “yes, my Brother?” And Nancy (daughter of Frank) would just say Something Stupid.

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