ennui and mushrooms

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All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody Sun, at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the Moon.

Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Bootsie asked, one time, “What’s with all the searching – what’s the scene?”

Meaning, was the given answer, and he darn near laughed his skin-tight leather pants off and started talking about a band called For Against that no one ever heard of, as if it was part of the same continuous conversation – though, he might have been a little high.

He pulled out Echelons – you had to be careful saying Bootsie pulled out anything, being the self-proclaimed Genius From The Waist Down, i.e., GFTWd.  You also might think twice on how to answer the seemingly benign, record store inquiry, “Whatta ya like?”

It wasn’t even a question of whether the purchase was taking place, it just happened.  He could be like that at times – and not just selling records.  It could be confusing, understanding what he was getting at, at times, but possibly the suggestion leant more to premonition, resonance and fear:  Like, reading back on word once wrote, thirty years before, and wondering why you didn’t pay them heed…

You’re a star

The big phonograph was reserved for that premier and was rewarded with milk on bread instead of the expected smashed glass jar of jelly on burnt toast, but it sort of lingered, and every once in a while still takes a turn:  A chronic earworm, on occasion – refreshed.

This is what led to sautéed mushrooms on pasta.

Mono recording
That’s where it’s at
You could make a million
Mono recording
That’s where it’s at
You could make a million
Well, imagine that
Use a lot of drugs
And don’t fight cause
Be on television

And forget who you are

You’re a star
You’re a star
You’re a star
You’re a star
You’re a star
You’re a star
Oh no

Stereo recording
That’s the new trend
Sorry, they forgot you
In the end
Now you’re out of drugs
And you don’t have a car
Stick to what’s said
to forget who you are

You were never a star
So go pawn your guitar
You were never a star
So go pawn your guitar
Oh no
Oh no

You’re a star
You’re a star
You’re a star
You’re a star
You’re a star
You’re a star
You’re a star
You’re a star
You’re a star
You’re a star
You’re a star
You’re a star
oh no
Forget Who You Are, For Against

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