On eloquence

Russel Westbrook, on his season-ending knee injury (never to be mistaken for Gore Vidal):

I want to play in every game as long I'm able to walk, but this time I wasn't able to walk around like I'm supposed to

Found this inscrutable note to H scribbled on the back of an old worksheet

Thomas Bernhard's The Loser is like if Oregonian sportswriter Dwight Jaynes tried to shoot a music video from the free throw line.

Good evening

Foxygen are a badly named bad band with a really good single called No Destruction. The rest of the album is a stinker. I wanted to text timtam and tell her that the album gave me an aural stomachache because for 16 hours my tummy hurt. It was my ears this time that were hurting. I had downloaded it and went on a bike ride that was cut short from the peppering of wind and rain that I got peppered with. I expected the album to be better , it is awful and then I went and sold it back from where I bought it for half of what I paid and bought another record, Nite Jewel's debut album, which compared to Foxygen is literally the greatest album of all-time and I mean that Nite Jewel's Good Evening is that amazing, in so many ways. 

Those are her shoes on the right and her getting sandwiched by Alex and me above. She didn't love the idea of getting her picture taken with us back in Austin in 2012, but who would? It was nice. We were cool.

I gambled and I lost today on music which almost never or rarely happens, but it sure feels like a win in how Nite Jewel redeemed my faith in music again. The reason it took me so long to get this album is because her last album was good, but I kind of need things to be remarkable these days. Did I mention that on my bike ride I have never seen so many prairie dogs running their little asses off to get to their hole? 

I am appreciating the new Eat Skull as I know Lindsey Buckingham would

Naked Lunch, to these brains, is the great American novel of the modern era. H threw it across the room as a reaction to how queezey it made him. It's not for the faint of stomach, but the humor is immortal. Here's a description of him in the Paris Review by whom sadly I shant recall:

William Burroughs, met in Paris,

is an absolutely astonishing personage, with the grim mad face of Savonarola and a hideously tailored 1925 shit-colored overcoat and scarf to match and a gray fedora pulled down tight around his ears. He reminded me of nothing so much as a mean old Lesbian and is a fantastic reactionary, very prim and tight-lipped and proper who spoke of our present Republican administration as that “dirty group of Reds.”

The Beats live on. James Franco's impersonation of Ginsberg in the Howl film is terrific. What a well-made film! The language of Howl and Naked Lunch are outstandingly well-suited to each other.

McGuane salutes Kerouauc in his essay Roping, From A to B.

There has been a great effort to discredit Kerouac, but i won't hear a word against him. He trained us in the epic idea that the region was America, and that you don't necessarily have to take it in Penciltucky forever just because you were there when your hour had come round at last. It was called On the Road. Kerouac set me out there with my own key to the highway...

My time in Australia told me that there was a lot I didn't know about the U.S. I talk to the nifty Navajo about sunrise puberty ceremonies and appreciable tears of wonder flood my eyes. I've been at the Holiday Inn for a few weeks now. Once again, I am contentedly surrounded by kooks. You meet interesting people coming and going, but the staff themselves are hilarious. This just in: the lone sausage fixed my high school basketball coach's oven today and l.s. reports back coach says I was too slow and still owe him laps.

LB and friends' Tusk is the album I have listened to with the greatest scrutiny in 2013. A candied ear thing of prismatic wonder.

Margarita party tonight. Guests are instructed to bring anything but Jimmy Buffett records. There is enough Jimmy Buffett in me to spare us his muzik. Thank you.

Book notes

• Get Cortez at region 6 and the Saga 
• Maybe Peabody mentions the cat at Region 6 
• Tic Tacs need to be identified

Latest acquisitions: Waking on a pretty daze

Sold some LPs in town and earned some credit, which I used to acquire the new Kurt Vile. Found the second and third side a drag on first listen, the second more so than the third, but on second listen of the second, the second sounds way better than the first time I heard the third. Side four I was in love with on first listen and side one of course has the title track which is the reason I bought the stupid thing in the first place. nine minutes of what don henley should have been recording when he was making animal whoopie with Stevie Nicks (above). After losing twenty dollars yesterday, all I can think of is finally I'm making some terrific economical decisions and tomorrow I will go out for Mexican food and then begin work on the financial prospectis for the year ending 2007!

Fictionalizing Tucson

Did a lot in Tucson, but we didn't see Dick Dale (he played Sat night at Hotel Congress shown backwards here). 

Good light is important when you are driving without headlights on on a dark night, everyone knows that, and also for moments as this, which was probably 5-ish.  

Devilishly attractive Goodwill building.

I  forced Roberto to watch sports at a bar in the afternoon. They served Pabst for a buck. A basketball game was being played that was so intense I ordered a tequila shot with ten minutes to go (pictured). We had a real good time otherwise. Wichita State Shockers lost to Louisville and deservedly so, otherwise I would have been accepted me into their fine arts program probably. Shocking!

This canyon was worth seeing Sunday. I forget its name, but Robert said Paul McCartney had a house nearby for some time. We saw the canyon after a breakfast Robert's mother made of delicious baked eggs in a casserole dish with ham and various other chunks of superb flavor of frittata-like yum for she is Spanish by birth.