Talkin' at the Texaco

What Fresh Hell is this?

The '60s aren't over; they won't be over until the Fat Lady gets high.
Ken Kesey

True Story

I met the cats at the Texaco, US301 just out side of Waldo.

(Where's Waldo?)

Ken Kesey is alive and well, hell doin' better than I am.

I Help buy gas for the young ones'.

Got Photos. Evidence.

Keep Hope alive.

Keep the Faith Baby!

Keep the Baby, Faith!

Is the Baby named Hope?

(maybe you just had to be there)

These young people were not there, but they got the Idea, given out that day.

What Fresh Hell, May 24 2010

"Whenever you find that you are on the side of the majority, it is time to reform"
Mark Twain

N.O. 2010

What is wrong with this picture?


I was asked 3 times for directions to Brennan's



Woulda



Coulda

Shoulda

Stoker

Blues Man, New Orleans .
At the French Quarter Music Festival.
Every thing his owns in on the bike.
He plays and sings like every blues man you've ever heard.
All Of Them, the ones who have passed over, all trying to have one last say.
He is Something Else.


It sounds much better than it looks. I first saw it last year with a broken head and I thought, "that guitar is broken". I was right. As I listened and looked closer, it stayed broken.
So this year I find him still playing that instrument, but in a greater state of abuse. Turns out, it has been through a fire this past year. The plastic bag it was in, to keep the rain off, melted during the fire and Stoker decided to let it stay. Another layer of lacquer. The head has been glued and taped back together and plays well.



I don't know how it got the ash to stay put, but it did.
I think that is electrician's tape.



I wonder if the dust is a big contributor to the sound.

St Augustine part two

All you need in life is ignorance and confidence, then success is sure.
Mark Twain

Ponce de Leon was confident he had found the fountain of youth. Ignorant to any other truth. In a cosmic form perhaps he did. These buildings are rebuilt every few decades and the young families bring their off spring to see the way it was back in the day. Like really back in the day.


Like a blacksmith's shop in a wooden building.

Did someone say supper. Come on now the light is fading.

Eat fast them, mosquitoes'll carry it off.

You can step through that window on the left and be on St. George Street.

Main drag through town.

Mr,. Flagler and his hotels, big time, 'til the damn Hurricane. Who know that f**&^%g bridge would deflect water and wipe out an entire population of that key. 'How did they get there?' On your train big boy.

Is a nice looking building. Use to be a shambles with the freak show Ripley's Believe it or Not. Now it has been brought back. Still has the Freak show.

Hurricane brewin'

What Fresh Hell, May 15 2010

A few posts back IntelliWench chided (sp?) me for just using 'What Fresh Hell? with no greater distinction. aka 'what the fuck are you talkin' 'bout?)
Well 'hit did hurt my feelin's but hits ok.
that happens a lot when people learn about you're from the south.
So's i'm trying to learn how to give a different header to the post. Like 'what fresh hell, oh my god' or 'what fresh hell, jesus f*****' christ' or what 'fresh hell, i don't give a damn'
so hep' me, please hep' me
anyway that is why I like the camera
(still)
no sound.

some days i just wish,..... blah blah blah.........




Look at this Dweeb?? It is Florida!!!!! Cotton shirts, dickhead, look at that horse, head down an spent, and you and your armor and sword and that fucking helment. Jesssss get a grip.




I dare you to paint that wall!




Orysters, we used to build with them to fill the concrete.



Just another wall.




Fuel. don't forget.
Ponce whatsit came looking or gold and youth and what ever the fuck and we got oil, from Texas.


Flager Built a railroad and a hurricane 1905 kicked his ass, and he never came back to the state. Rich are rich and poor are poor.




Yeah Mama, let's go!!!??



Just a nice shot? or not.



Skirts filled with air. Please don't call me late.

Gamble Rodgers Festival

Those of you who showed up from Mr. Charleston, thank you for the visit. Look 'round, let me know what you think.

This is a photo of Pierce Pettis, performing at the Gamble Rodgers Folk Festival 2010.
You just had to be there. Lovely day, but sitting in the late Florida sun can get warm.
Now pat your foot, and then stomp your feet, and then stand up and say "Amen",
hit'll break a sweat.
He did a song called 'Talk Memphis'
ya' gotta listen close now,
'cause the song, hit' twas' written and sung, like how they talk
ya know, down in Memphis.
Made me stop and remember time passed.
Think 'bout the iron railroad bridge over the Mississippi. Stunning.

Looking up the song,
hell, hit turns out that Jesse Winchester
done wrote it and maybe has the best recording,
on youtube or anywhere.

The Patriot (Samual Johnson, ca. 1777)

"A patriot is he whose publick (sic) conduct is regulated by one single motive, the love of his country; who, as an agent in parliament, has, for himself, neither hope nor fear, neither kindness nor resentment, but refers every thing to the common interest."
Johnson: The Patriot

We all know the boss. Well if you don't Damn? where the hell you been?
It's cool, it cool, don't get cross, I'm jus' an ol' white man.
Step and Fetchit, yo, here i is.



These are nice on a July evening.




"A man sometimes starts up a patriot, only by disseminating discontent, and propagating reports of secret influence, of dangerous counsels, of violated rights, and encroaching usurpation. This practice is no certain note of patriotism. To instigate the populace with rage beyond the provocation, is to suspend publick (sic) happiness, if not to destroy it. He is no lover of his country, that unnecessarily disturbs its peace. Few errours (sic) and few faults of government, can justify an appeal to the rabble; who ought not to judge of what they cannot understand, and whose opinions are not propagated by reason, but caught by contagion."
Johnson: The Patriot

Joe F*&%$#G McCarthy!~ Damn Nation.
Shoot fire!
One,
You
Just had to be there!

Hey jessss, Listen to Glen-i-can-cry-on-cue-whatsit. (with Vick's vaporub (hey is that Mick Vick's vaporub???)) That should bring it up to date. or not.

Ronnie-huh?-Reagan, Oh??? say, there you go again, I studied at the foot of this man.
(isn't that RIGHT Nancy?)
author's note: (by the way they were made of clay (McCarthy's feet not Ronniewhatever))
There were a lot of young people looking at law and government service and this guy's purpose was to ruin bright young lives. (forever) Take note. (it worked)
Or NOT!!!
There are folks out there that think Joe was right. (definitely not left)
Hey me I'm an Old white guy, the ones y'all love to joke about.
bring 'em on. (chuckle)

What Fresh Hell? bX-wfx1q1

This is a big jump.
Don't know if all can make it. Just foolin' with error messages.


MeanDonnaJean
I am so very sad for your loss, may God bless and keep you always.

PENolan
thank you for the kind thoughts.

This is weeks later: from your posts.
Please know my stream of conscience will follow.



bX-wfx1q1
What FRESH!! the hell is thIS???

(let's back up!
what this?) as a meaning of IS???)
got it as an error message.
(no bullshit),

I'm so pissed off, hell fire,
I tried to recall every thing MeanDonnaJ ever said, and
take out all the nice words and
friendly and loving things.
Ya know
down to the core pussles.

(and, AND, son of BITCH!!!! she gave me an award!!!
so now I get to
actually, point fingers,

toward the usual suspects.
I received an award, back in December of 2009, from MDonnaJ!

Hell Fire! Do not go quietly into that good night!


I did not even know it was for me.
Turns out I can't read. (dumb ass)

Yet, Thanks MDJ.

Well she and I have/ had discussions in the past, on occasion, regarding my rather (overall) layed back attitude about awards and such!

(See Walking Man, he has a whole drawer full that he gave me, and I will pick them up one day), but hey when an award comes, from MeanDonnaJean, out of the blue for you just bein' yoursameol'sameol'lameassicouldhavebeenacontenderifijusthadkeepatitandnotgoneoffinalldirectionslookingforwhateverthehellcomesmywayandthenfindingitandtheyallsaydamntheboymightbeontosomethingandtheniloseinterestandmoveonandsoonandsoforth.

Ya, jes can't swat flies.



Well anyway, PENolan, gave me this other award and said so on my Nawlens tittie bars post ya know 'bout the award on her blog.




And my blog site is queered, it ain't their fault their livin' in Yankee land???,
(comment not aimed at the gay community) (ahhh jezzzzz)
(come guys! work with me here,

please,
pretty please, with sugar on top,

the Wolf is on the way)

I like queers, gays, light in the...), never mind)))


Now the finger pointing gets to begin:
So I have the usual suspects lined up, to Witt:

(Open with Mother May I)

Mr. Charleston...(mother may I) you talked about Christ, in past post, yeah verily, creationism, take a step forward, please. (did you recommend me for an award????)

JadedJ...(mother may I) you talked about the smell, within 20'. (Knows tOOO much) Please take 2 steps forward, no need to say Mother!!!! May!!!I??????(mother my i ask JadedJ, did you talk about smell??) yes you may. Did You talk about the smell????

Harlequin...(mother may I, let her off with a direction to watch the driver of the bus?)

this one knew when to get on the bus, and most importantly, (ahem) when to get off.




the walking man...(mother may I? yes) say pal?, looking at the expense, good man, by the way, I think we have a dead hole in the engine, can you get us home??

By the way, what made you get on this bus??




PENolan...( Oh Mother May I, please, please, may I??, yes you may.) So you bring awards and praise, thank you so very much. (Encouragement is all ways nice.) I really hope I make you chuckle. (Ok, All right Grin)

JadedJ...Ah Hah!!!! returning to the seine (seen, scene) of the crime.


Now here's the deal, My computer is whacked, but hit'll get straight. I'm still workin' on posting New Orleans. I had a good time but, life has a way of moving on and

happening while one makes other plans.

Hence the wording of this post.

Roll with it.

Flow with it.

God is love.

We are eternal beings.

And, and

there ain't a God Damned thing anyone can do about that.


MeanDonnaJean, Thank you

PENolan, Thank you