|So whatever happened to her?
||[Jan. 18th, 2008|07:30 pm]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
Johnette Napolitano. The singer with Concrete Blonde. Joey. Honey. I've got. The money. That's another ripped off album that I never replaced. God Is A Bullet. That was on another album, but it was a masterpiece. That guitar player of hers was something else. His guitar sounded like manic orchestra bells or something.
Sat around and downloaded a bunch of MP3s off of Amazon for $.89 each. I don't even like MP3s, but with every song I hadn't heard for years that I downloaded I thought of another one I hadn't heard for years. The novelty wore off about $30 into my little orgy of aural gratification. That's about my limit with gambling, too. About $25 or $30 down and I go do something else.
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My baby's name is Chabunga Fwung
She is what she is an' she done what she done
She ain't that pretty 'cause she ain't that young
But 'er natchral-born name is Chabunga Fwung*
Some people don't believe that I write poetry, too, in addition to all of the other arts, sciences and vocations that I have mastered. This Renaissance Nature of mine is a burden, I swear, but I shall endeavor to persevere nonetheless.
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*From the upcoming book, My Baby's Name.