It all began innocently enough on Tuesday.
— Nick Danger (1969)
I’m gonna find me a horse
Just about this big
An’ ride him all along the border line
With a pair of heavy-duty
Zircon-encrusted tweezers in my hand,
Every other wrangler would say
I was mighty grand.
— Frank Zappa , “Valhalla”
I am not a fascist. I hate Tchaikovsky and I will not conduct him.
But if the audience wants him, it can have him.
— Pierre Boulez
Breakfast with the Gods. Night angels serve with ice-bound majesty.
Frozen flaking fish raw nerve – in a cup of silver liquid fire.
Moon jet brave beam split ceiling swerve and light the old Valhalla.
— Ian Anderson (Jethro Tull), “Cold Wind to Montana”
If you spell my town inside-out, you get Legs On Sale.
— Nick Danger (2001)
11 June 2009
Posted by Karl Henning at 23:31