Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Fictional death of Joey Ramone

A person walks alone through the super market at 11 p.m. feeling
different degrees of loneliness. It is always when you are alone in a
grocery store when these feelings seem to appear out of nowhere. This
person has been playing in a band for twenty something years. At this
rate it seems pointless to keep track of things like this. He has
played hundreds of concerts and made dozens of records but when he thinks about these things at this moment it seems
funny and kind of silly. His band is called The Ramones and his
name is Joey Ramone.

"I don't wanna get old" Joey said to himself when he got outside to
the parking lot of a grocery store. He never wanted any of this. He
grew old and tired and was diagnosed with some bad medical thing.
There was no escaping this thing and it seemed incredibly depressing
to him. Joey Ramone stood still for a minute, before entering his 1977
Ford GTO and admired the glow of the street lamps. He could feel his
insides shaking and got one weird burst of energy out of nowhere. Reaching for his BB gun but realizing it was too far, he clenched his fist and groaned.
He lost all his strength and spilled out from the GTO and onto the pavement below.
He laid there on the ground for a long time thinking about nothing and it
felt good just sort of looking at the tires of his car and the grey
faded cement. After lying like this for awhile, a grocery
store employee got off from work and saw him and called an ambulance.

He wakes up in the hospital and immediately regrets waking up. Some of
his family members were beside him and looking at him in a strange and
distant way. He hated that they would come and look at him like this.
They brought to his hospital room a boom box and were playing music.
His family did not have the same taste in music as Joey did and he
wished they hadn't brought music. They were playing terrible things
and at the moment the worst, U2. To think that one could
go through a whole life of doing cool shit and then die like this. Why
did they come here and bring Bono with them? It was beyond his
comprehension and he decided to give up trying to understand
it. Joey Ramone deeply regretted having woken up at all because it
would have been better to die when asleep and in a dream. U2 did not
stop playing. Almost the entire album played and when it was towards
the end he could not take it anymore. Joey Ramone moaned and then
died. It was a sad day for the world. Joey Ramone did not die listening to U2 willingly.



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this was an old story i wrote and found in my email.
for awhile i liked to make up fictional death's of my hero's.
joey ramone is one of my hero's and when i saw on wikipedia that he died listening to U2 i thought it would be funny to write a story about how that was the case, but he was not happy about it.

i haven't wrote anything since last september. no songs or stories.
just feel kinda vacant all the time and then crazy sometimes.
when i feel vacant i sit and watch people.
when i feel crazy i get drunk then fall asleep.

i finished putting together a compilation of songs recorded at total trash.
it's called "space trash" and i put it out on tape.
i tried to put it online but couldn't figure that out.
if anyone wants one, let me know.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

"after getting hit by a car" a review of DOOLITTLE

two days ago i got hit by a car after getting off from work.
i was riding on my bicycle and ran into a car door and then the ground.
i laid there for two seconds and then got up quickly and went home.
when i got home i listened to the pixies album "doolittle".
this album is perfect for people who have gotten hit by a car and want the world to end.
the songs are about destruction mixed with surrealism and biblical references.
i laid on my bed and cried a little and then just looked at the wall and was kind of shaking.
i was enjoying this experience for what it was.
i made it to the third song "wave of mutilation" and day dreamed of suicide.
then came "i bleed" and i smiled.
i felt good listening to music.
it sounded new and different.
i was delirious and didn't know my name but there was music and everything was funny.
later that day i went to the platitudes show i was supposed to play.
someone gave me two pain killers and i stood on the main street of the town i live in and mumbled songs from "doolitlle".

"cease to resist, giving my goodbye
drive my car into the ocean
you'll think i'm dead, but i sail away
on a wave of mutilation"

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

dear blog,

i am sorry but i started to hate you.
every time i thought about you there was a lot of bad things that surfaced.
i became immobile and mute and couldn't find anything to say.
just sort of laid around in a hot apartment, sweating and staring at things.
i kind of gave up on you and then started drinking every night
and this lead up until last night when i blacked out and i can't remember anything.
someone said they saw me in some apartment at 3 a.m. dancing to Tupac.
this to me is completely believable and i wish i could recall that happening.



today i am in control of my emotions.
i went to the library and checked out "pet sounds" by the beach boys.
i sat around in my living room and listened to this three times consecutively.
i went to the grocery store and used the rest of my food stamp money for the month ($14)
to buy five cans of beans, a bag of red onions, and the cheapest espresso i could find.
i then said "i love america" but in a sarcastic tone implying that i didn't mean what i said.
going to play some shows the next couple of days.
one in orlando and then somewhere else and then this show:



okay. i am going to go somewhere else now.