6/05/03

Ft. Worth to Lubbock Or Leave it.

Cowtown, which is not far from Cattown, which is alot like Boystown, but for cats, is where I was born, when I drove by the hospital I was born in a few years ago with a friend of mine, I pointed at it and said "I was born in that very building" and she responded "what did your Mom do to get in there?"

"She got pregnant" I said.

"No, really what did your mom do"? she insisted.

"Didn't your folks ever talk to you about where babies come from"? I asked annoyed that she was being so obtuse.

"Sure they did" she said, "It's just that your mom seems so nice, I can't figure what she did to get put in a women's prison?"

And that is when I realized that either my Mom was hardened criminal or the Carswell Airforce Base hospital was turned into a women's prison, I personally like the idea that my Mom could have been the inspiration for the movie Chicago or maybe like Ted Kazynski the unabomber and could have gone by the moniker of The Percolomber for her collection of vintage percolators that date back to the Mayflower.

It was a good show, The Wreck Room has a really good vibe about it, if it wasn't so far away I could see myself becoming a fixture there, like a wooden Indian or a urinal or something.

After a good nights rest in the fine Ramada Midtown that features 24hr freight train alarmclocks set at random intervals, faucets that continually run, not drip, run like your about to take a bath, run, and what's worse is you could tell that it had been running for a bout a year or so by the way the water had eroded a good deal of the bathtub away, we awoke all bushytailed to van that did not want to start, it seems that over the course of the trip to the hotel from the club the wiring decided to change, so with a little tickle in the starter with a screwdriver we were off to breakfast at a sandwich shop that seemed to be decorated by big haired old sorority ladies who like pink and the decor of Hollywood in the eighties. One of the highlights of the day was teaching Ian the screwdriver/starter trick, and one of the downsides was playing a sports bar in Lubbock, nothing beats the sound of waitresses smashing beer bottles into garbage cans during an acoustic show, "sing me a (smash) lullaby, keep me warm and dry (smash) oh waitress I want to kill you". Oh well, at least I could watch 20 TV's at once from the stage, to bad they didn't have on the Thunderbirds like the hotel TV does right now. So adios, I am off to watch marionettes act out a space drama.

C.D.