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May 18, 2020

George Jones Exit-In Nashvillian Kafkaesque Cocaine Quack Addict Psychosis: Wherein He Becomes Deedoodle Duck

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George Jones Exit-In Nashvillian Kafkaesque Cocaine Psychosis:  Wherein He Becomes Deedoodle Duck


1979 George Jones wallowed whiskey deep and collected cocaine shampoo, then his quick "quack" was done playing sides against the middle of the lines.


One washed-up country singer was enough for George Jones to support, but Deedoodle Duck was in the way of his roaring.


Jones's arguments issuing somehow from his feathered nemesis knew no splitting middles, fidgeted over lines on, inside, and over the lines, his  rheumy voice cracking like some duckish puberty, now loamy, now breaking bad, between Deedoodle and his ever expanding bent to exotic polyglot Dr. Doolittle transpecies communications, embedded in a quaky duck uht, emanating from some dark antechamber, deep-hid,  unseen, such were its granite walls high ceilings, ranging up, reflecting off  of, and  squeezed through uncrushable connectors, like analogue amps with that Peavey quack switch selected, add a phaser, and you got, 'Her Name Was ...' oblivion's blackout own sonic bender.

Herbivorous, and  monogamous  a number of species undertake annual migration, some are domesticated, and many are hunted for food and recreation; five species have become extinct, and many more are threatened with extinction.

Duck is the common name for numerous species in the waterfowl family Anatidae which also includes swans and geese. Ducks are divided among several subfamilies in the family Anatidae; they do not represent a monophyletic group but a form taxon, since swans and geese are not considered ducks. 

Lifespan: Mallard: 5 – 10 years
Clutch size: Mallard: 8 – 13
Phylum: Chordata
Wingspan: Mallard: 2.7 – 3.2 ft.
Mass: Mallard: 1.6 – 3.5 lbs, Canvasback: 2.7 lbs, MORE Encyclopedia of Life
Length: Mallard: 20 – 26 in., Canvasback: 19 – 22 in.

The duck's debut came before an audience of industry insiders at what was meant to be a comeback show.


As recalled by then-manager Shug Maggot in the Jones bio Ragged But Right,


"

Jones

came onstage and announced that...a new star was born. George proceeded to introduce Donald and asked for a round of applause as Donald started singing a George Jones song. You could see tears in most of the people's eyes."

Aftermath: According to Maggot, Donald continued the quacky-tonkin' (after all, only geese "honky"-tonk) until he was carted off the stage in a straitjacket. This was far from the last meltdown for the Possum, but it goes to show: It may walk like a duck and talk like a duck, but it might just be George Fuckin' Jones.




















Assignation burner memories exponentially ingrained, expectorant productive of impecunious regalement, nonchalance -- a hobo jungle shitshow, while she, déshabillé in mignonette-green and bead-diapered head-dress adding several inches to her diminutive scope and scale, reminiscent desperadoes vie for her attention, she is waiting for a trainfull of cowboy martyrs, clanging pots all around the campfire until theirs is replaced by the chuckwagon striker and triangle besetting awkward angles producing  its unmistakable address, inside and batting off three equidistant forged iron rods, hearable by a hectare to a neckbell,  scintillant tintinnabulation tinkling over-range, where some still herded that single-minded lodestar pointing like an arrowhead , pointing to where they were steered, drove through, forded  over swollen riverlets,  through fence openings, noisy and noisome,  half-like a woman,  the lead cow the bottom of the 'V' but for a woman, its split upside down, and the smell of her is sweet and clean, her hide to a heifer is  soft fuzz to touch, but wet like a newborn calf before it drinks her plug.

 

 

El Chapo

El Chapo momentously unloosing his cage in name only, unbuoyed Zimbabwe Gloriosa flapping candle shadows flickering off floating lillypads, inextinguishable unobtrusive and playing on his love of laughter as sure as fecundity follows concordance.




Bilious of baleful frutation, the dialectic intoxicant both facile and disposable, disambiguated dispatches of proto-voiced  emboldened, unfamiliar art for no audience by no artist and without charm to follow as youth follows beauty, and innocence precedes decadence -- unfurrowed, inconspicuous  sonorous sonrisas

extinguish little fires tamping by boot, smokeless whisps of self-made fires disappear with a whisper like the passing clouds.

 


Black fists,

fumid bars, furtive men,

watch wasted days

turn to 

dazed nights,

infelicitous companions,

unpropitious whores,

and dully unapologetic allies, it could be said, but wasn't,


 those might say now what to them it were said then, to whom could not before, might try to say it:


"I am sorry!"


 

 

via Rona FANATIC ©2020

by John No, & V. Lo-Max







Freddie Hubbard: 1967, unknown venue

Meltdown:


On a bootleg tape that has been traded for decades, jazz trumpeter Hubbard can be heard uncorking the following tirade to a jeering audience: "Fuck you, white motherfuckers! [Voice in crowd: 'Go home!'] Well, OK, I'll go home. If you don't like me, kiss my ass! That's right, 'cause you jive, you jive, you jive! You white motherfuckers! You the ones who started this shit! Lemme show you--you the ones--fuck you! Fuck you, you white motherfuckers! [Hubbard starts to weep.] If you don't like me, kiss my black ass! You motherfuckers! [The drummer starts the next song.] Fuck it, I won't do it!"

Aftermath: Unknown, though this was not the last of Hubbard's meltdowns. In 1977, he stormed off the stage at Cleveland's Front Row, screaming, "Miles Davis, Miles Davis, Miles Davis. I ain't Miles Davis, motherfuckers!"





Charlie Rich: 1975, Country Music Awards, Nashville

Meltdown:


On stage to announce his successor as CMA Entertainer of the Year, Rich opened the envelope, announced that his "good friend John Denver" had won and then set fire to the envelope and results card. Earlier in the evening, Rich had been spotted backstage swilling gin-and-tonics and autographing a woman's bare breast.

Aftermath: Rich's spin doctors went into overdrive: His gaffe, they said, was thanks to pain medications he'd taken to overcome a spider bite suffered while mowing his lawn. (Yeah, that's the ticket.)



Rich was pretty much finished by this incident, and the CMA continues to hold a grudge long after his death--despite being both a critical fave and the biggest artist in country music for a few years in the early '70s, he is still not a member of the Country Music Hall of Fame.



Jim Morrison: 1969, Dinner Key Auditorium, Miami

Meltdown:


Drunk beyond even his own impressive norms, Doors front man Jim Morrison staggered onstage and berated the people of his native state for being too dumb to leave Florida and move to California.


He encouraged the audience to strip naked. And then he started asking questions. "You didn't come here for music, did you? You didn't come to rock and roll. You came for something else, didn't you? You came for something else--WHAT IS IT?" A long pause followed.


"You want to see my cock, don't you? That's what you came for, isn't it? YEAHHH!"



And then Morrison unleashed his love scud. Or maybe he didn't. To this day, no one is sure.

Aftermath:


Four days later, after attracting the attention of the FBI and Richard Nixon, six warrants were filed for Morrison's arrest. This was to have been the first show on a long U.S. tour, but as word spread of Morrison's conduct, promoters canceled shows and Doors songs were removed from radio playlists. Though Morrison completed L.A. Woman after this incident, and his trial resulted in only two misdemeanor convictions, the Miami incident effectively ended his career. His life would end in a Parisian bathtub in July 1971, unless you believe tabloids.


Grace Slick: 1978, Germany

Meltdown:


Jefferson Starship's European tour was not going well. At the Lorelei Festival, their first show in Germany, fans rioted when it was announced that singer Grace Slick was too sick to perform. The next night, in Hamburg, the band probably wished Slick was still ailing. Drunk as a skunk, she took the stage in a Nazi uniform, goose-stepped around the stage and taunted fans about losing World War II, pausing occasionally to insert a finger or two up the nostrils of puzzled German men, whom she called a bunch of Nazis.

Aftermath: Slick quit the band immediately after the show, and the group staggered on without her through the rest of the tour. "I think she created punk rock that night," recalled drummer John Tarball, but sadly, the rest of her career was anything but punk.



In 1981, she rejoined the band, dropped the "Jefferson" and unleashed some of the worst and most unaccountably popular rock of all time. "We Built This City," in particular, was voted the worst song ever by Blender last year, and it's safe to say that no other creative decline will ever compare.


 

Dutch

In Dutch, mondegreens are popularly referred to as Mama appelsap ("Mommy applejuice"), from the Michael Jackson song Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' which features the lyrics Mama-se mama-sa ma-ma-coo-sa, and was once misheard as Mama say mama sa mam[a]appelsap. The Dutch radio station 3FM had a show Superrradio (originally Timur Open Radio) run by Timur Perlin and Ramon with an item in which listeners were encouraged to send in mondegreens under the name "Mama appelsap". The segment was popular for years.[54]

French

In French, the phenomenon is also known as 'hallucination auditive', especially when referring to pop songs.

The title of the film La Vie en rose depicting the life of Édith Piaf can be mistaken for "L'Avion rose" (The pink airplane).[55][56]

The title of the 1983 French novel Le Thé au harem d'Archi Ahmed ("Tea in the Harem of Archi Ahmed") by Mehdi Charef (and the 1985 movie of the same name) is based on the main character mishearing le théorème d'Archimède ("the theorem of Archimedes") in his mathematics class.

A classic example in French is similar to the "Lady Mondegreen" anecdote: in his 1962 collection of children's quotes La Foire aux cancres, the humorist Jean-Charles[57] refers to a misunderstood lyric of "La Marseillaise" (the French national anthem): "Entendez-vous ... mugir ces féroces soldats" (Do you hear those savage soldiers roar?) is heard as "...Séféro, ce soldat" (that soldier Séféro).

German

Mondegreens are a well-known phenomenon in German, especially where non-German songs are concerned. They are sometimes called, after a well-known example, Agathe Bauer-songs (I got the power, a song by Snap!, transferred to a German female name).[58][59] Journalist Axel Hacke published a series of books about them, beginning with Der weiße Neger Wumbaba ("The White Negro Wumbaba", after the line der weiße Nebel wunderbar from Der Mond ist aufgegangen).[60]

It is at least an urban legend that children, when painting nativity scenes, occasionally include next to the Child, Mary, Joseph, the shepherds and so forth yet another, laughing creature: This is the Owi, who must be depicted laughing. The reason is to be found in the line Gottes Sohn! O wie lacht / Lieb' aus Deinem göttlichen Mund (God's Son! Oh, how does love laugh out of Thy divine mouth!) from Silent Night. The subject is Lieb', but it is a poetic contraction of "die Liebe", leaving away the final -e and the definite article (in German, though not in English, mandatory in such a context), so the phrase is not easily understood and it might well be a statement about a person named Owi laughing "in a loveable manner" (the adverb lieb), although the rest of the sentence still makes no sense.[61][62] Owi lacht is the title of at least one book about Christmas and Christmas songs.[63]

Hebrew

Ghil'ad Zuckermann cites the Hebrew example mukhrakhím liyót saméakh ("we must be happy", with a grammar mistake) instead of (the high-register) úru 'akhím belév saméakh ("wake up, brothers, with a happy heart"), from the well-known song "Háva Nagíla" ("Let's be happy").[64]

The Israeli site dedicated to Hebrew mondegreens has coined the term "avatiach" (Hebrew for watermelon) for "mondegreen", named for a common mishearing of Shlomo Artzi's award-winning 1970 song "Ahavtia" ("I loved her", using a form uncommon in spoken Hebrew).[65]