wait, this is Stanley Booth?

    i bet you and maybe only Andrew Loog Oldham would know such lovely useless info that i love. thank you.

 

i just thought i'd show you the book I wrote about the stones ten years ago.

 

the * is where all the *book should be.

i thought you'd like that. i read that article by the guy who i can't say because i guess you are friends last night from the MF, and although it is hard to write badly about someone great, and I know how he gets to do it, i read his bio, but W tangofoxtrot?

he should fire himself, or just go to the leewards. but you look great in the piece, even though he decided to tell everyone you lived like a hermit and were in a hospice like state. unless, i for some reason, i have just started to act like people from Memphis, and made all that up?

but i'm pretty sure i can send it to you, if i'm not right.

p.s. how did i miss red hot and blue being published?  i have to get that tomorrow.

and also, he told this long, not very fact-riddled story about the Rolling Stones' classic book (not, mine above, but yours),

and all of the sudden there's this whole william burroughs story he just buries in the fuckin' lede at the flyer?

Burroughs couldn't even put together his own book. this guy made it seem like yours was being offloaded by longshoreman and that old Bill had been your personal Gordon Lish (you should probably insert Thom Wolfe's the good one's publisher in there).

but if the old junky could help out the "old" junky, i guess with connections, or whatever, i guess he had some weight to pull back then. by the way, i had a personal fight with myself last night, trying not to use the internet, that there is no Dewey Phillips - Legendary Memphis Deejay chapter/essay/ included in Rhythym Oiiil (i have never, until i started writing an unfinishable piece on your book, been more frustrated to know that you mispelted rhythm oil, and i have researched whether that word, mispelt, can be used spelt like that?

and apparently it can. unless it's misspelt.

anyway, If someone ever tells you that someone has intentionally purposefully misspelled a word in the title of anything and you can't remember how, just don't think about it.

it's probably too late now, but i wanted to have time to talk to you before i let you go.

have the ribeye for me at Houston's.

wait, this is Stanley Booth?

okay, because my editor Utahna Faith would be pissed if i talked to anyone else this way

Doug Meet

Larry Wallis Dead! WATCH Police Car "The garbage truck is the heat!" from On Parole 1979

Larry Wallis Dead

Police Car

"The garbage truck is the heat!"

Doug Meet — thinking about  things with Lenny Smith and 19 others

70-year-old baby-driver

Motörhead Shredder

confirmed by official Motörhead

Pink Fairies

Original Stiff Records' Artist

No official cause of death has been revealed.

Would you care to have an antejentacular coffee with me?

    Wallis said of their first time playing together, “We plugged in, left the amp settings where they were, as they were already turned with a monkey wrench, and went nuts.”

    The trio, which soon drummer Phil Taylor in place of Fox, recorded On Parole in 1975, with Wallis penning the title track and contributing to three other songs – Vibrator, Fools and City Kids, the last of which was a remake of one of his Pink Fairies numbers.

    Though considered a seminal album today, Motorhead’s label at the time, United Artists, was unimpressed and refused to release the recording. No Parole was finally issued in 1979, after Motorhead had found success with albums like Overkill and Bomber.

    By this time, Wallis was long out of the band, having left soon after No Parole’s shelving and the hiring of “Fast” Eddie Clarke as a second guitarist.

    “The game didn't look as if it was worth the candle,” Wallis recalled. 

“I wanted another guitarist to flesh it out, but once Eddie Clark came along, it was apparent he would be the man to replace me. He had the enthusiasm that had been eaten away from me by circumstances.”

    Post-Motörhead, Wallis played with a reunited Pink Fairies and served as a producer for punk and new wave label Stiff Records. He also recorded a single for Stiff, Police Car/On Parole, which was produced by Nick Lowe.

    Wallis continued to record and perform, including another stint with the Pink Fairies, throughout the subsequent decades. His one and only solo album, Death in the Guitarfternoon, was released in 2001.

*this very inaugurate method of commemorating time may vary depending on certain time- Geo-related and/or other particular factors, which may or not be relevant.
    

For example:

I fell asleep mid-edit of the lugubriously (heart)-breaking news story this morning (the sun was out CST), when, only just now, awakened, a Coleridge- Poe-rapping came tap tap tapping on my hotel door.

        Earlier application, or its soporific dreaming, and no more its cause--a grassy Pontalarier l'absinthe, now fashionable for those daytime toilings at l'heure vert, as one potentiates other--no one ever base, augmentor--laudanum--but deep-sleep state in place of disturbance of two unlike but similar non-exclusive states--upon returning errant, in fact, interruption which Coleridge and I now share.

Instead of finding concentration from similar irreparably disturbed--not by God or memory--recollections, I instead of magic palace of Kubla Khan--found myself lost, never to be recovered, orientation through, once-found, "true," as sailor whose pole is North, whose sextant close, lost bearing not pleasure, but funereal commemoration as antiqu crash, never cause to disorient relation, its stationary seat among firmament, lost lodestar--no chance of recovery--as parking.

Waking dreamlike, its measurement relatively true, E=MC2 relativism relates famous "C" as  3.176254678, stationary train-passenger traveling steady 60 mph, having thrown book from front to rear, it receives different result at weight, speed, and velocity, but far more notably, time of action..." 

RIP

Now listen to "police car." 

 

Doug Meet is at Veuve Clicquot Ponsardin.

July 2 · Reims, France ·

    To valetudinarians and others:  following method of making coffee for breakfast is earnestly recommended as most wholesome, pleasant, jentacular beverage first ordered by able physicians.

Bebe Veve ❣️ Coup de glotte Martin Amis ... Everly Brothers, Roy Orbison Its faith its awaiting

INCREMENTALS

...singers such as the Everly Brothers, Roy Orbison  ... Coup de glotte, (French m., 'stroke of the glottis') or 'glottal attack, a singing ... effortlessly gliding from glottal growls of desire to the long lonesome sorrow and ... u-turn faith types

Martin Amis 1995 novel The Information, satiates the literary journal.

Antihero, Richard Tull,  literary editor of  The Little Magazine, in whose dank, Dickensian offices bow-tied critics lay prone, slumped over typewriters in obliquity and depression. . .

The Little Magazine, less commonly incarnate in Amis' depiction.

Struggling journals are often first port of call for poetry, stories and essays in glossier publications...

Natural corollary, inundated with rejection letters, is treading terminal tactlessness without  violent hatred.

Joseph Parisi, editor of Poetry magazine has  $100 million.

87-year-old Ruth Lilly, heiress to Eli Lilly endowed Poetry magazine $100 million, in spite of her own works' handwritten rejections from Parisi.

Amis conceits, like the small Chicago-based journal, circulation 12,000, stand among the richest literary publications.

. . . he chooses to invest in modernizing Poetry


Parisi smartened the image of literary journals both sides of the Atlantic.

Cutting-edge writing continues,  combining arts, politics.

Sic – Adventures in Anti-Capitalism, from CHUMBAWUMA, London Magazine and discontinued Butterfly.

Dave Eggers's McSweeney's features English-language fiction:

Zadie Smith, Rick Moody,

David Foster Wallace,

Utahna Faith,

Jonathan Lethem, George Saunders, Arthur Bradford, attract cult followings.

McSweeney's, Arts and Letters Daily, Granta and New York Review of Books, available from The Little Magazine, with its perilous typescript.

McSweeney's typography creates  continuity in literary culture.

John Kinsella, of Leviathan:

'disrupt the status quo as much as possible'.

Such purpose may encourage eccentrics, not a bad thing.

You never know, who might leave you $100m.

 

Tilly told me,

Its faith its awaiting

for
Utahna Faith

Tilly told me,

Its sweetness its silence,

its richness its innateness,

its terroir its season,

its secret its sowing,

its ready its blooming,

its Winter its looming,

its December its fleeting,

its gloaming its mooning,

its hueing its feeling,

its blush its revealing,

its lightness its being.

Tilly repeating,

Its faith its awaiting.

 

Bebe Veve,

 

You are my loa,

mounting me

around the peristyle.

YOU

  you brother.  

 

He, top hat,

 

blackglasses,

one lens miss.  

 

He ribald,

so

profane.

 

WE love see him come. 

He Barbancourt.

Spread black,

purple.

Sweet trickster,

 

Guede.

"What are you talking about?"

Loa (/ˈloʊə/, also written lwa /lwɑː/ as in Haitian Creole)

❣️

Please don’t do that glottis thing w/out intent.