Thursday, February 23, 2006

My brother died on Tuesday. He was diagnosed with leukemia last spring. Over the summer he had chemo treatment, and in the fall he was pronouncecd cancer-free. A few weeks ago the cancer had returned. He went on vacation with his family to Arizona, expecting to begin a second round of treatments when he returned. He felt ill while there, and died before he could get to a hospital. His doctor thinks it was probably a very sudden infection that his body was unable to fight. I'll be going to New Jersey tomorrow. His funeral is on Tuesday. I guess that's it.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Does this make me a stalker?

Further investigation on the web has revealed that Jack is still living in Lussy-sur-Morges; that he is married to Evelyne; and that he has an 11-year-old son named Jerome. No update on his hard candy habit.

Friday, February 17, 2006

Jackula


Jimmy's mention of Saugy sent me to the web, and of course he has his own website. Two things worth noting:

1) He looks exactly the same.

2) The brother's been playing for Celine Dion.

Check it out:

http://www.jacquessaugy.com/

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Am I wrong or is the opening of "Turn the Lights On" from the new John Cale the same as "Maybe I Will"?

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Off to Austin

Well I'm heading to Austin TX tomorrow to play some polka and try to find Roky Erickson. Unfortunately, I can't get behind the wheel of a car, due to a mishap twelve or so years ago on the road between Juarez and Albuqueque, NM.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Another Song fur den Heimat

O my country tis of thee
Woeful land of misery
Full of all the sorrow I can make
Land where all of my have hopes died
Lost my self-respect and pride
It's my Homeland of Heartache

There's no white house there, no front porch
The whole front lawn has all been torched
The flowers in the garden are all fake
I've no desires no demands
From the republic for which it stands
From my Homeland of Heartache

I'm lapping up a bitter sauce
Full of wretchedness and loss
All atop a big self-pity cake
I start to choke, can hardly swallow
What a tasty little wallow
It's my Homeland of Heartache

I knew a girl, she showed her breast
They took her away, it's probably best
They stripped away everything they could take
Is that justice? Who can tell
I just know there's an awful smell
In my Homeland of Heartache