It's Easter Everywhere

It's Easter Everywhere

I left work and found the Chinese place in Speedway I'd eaten at the day I dropped the Psychobitch off in fuckin' Brownsburg. (Go back a couple months for THAT story.) I was about to tell the woman my order when the phone rang.

The temp agency. Oh joy. I'm no longer working in fuckin' Brownsburg.

It really sucks, honestly. I almost liked the job, the people were really nice, and the pay was enough to make up for the drive for now. And I NEED to be working. I've got through to the end of the month and I'll manage to squeak through the most important bills, but now I have to worry about the OTHER shit.

The girl at the temp agency told me the job ending had nothing to do with me, and was simply a matter of there not being enough work. Well, I hope it wasn't about me, since they were so positive to me and seemed to like me. As far as the amount of work, there had been more each day. What the fuck?

I'll use tomorrow to catch up on packing shit. But i'd rather be making money.

I might have to look for work in Cincy earlier than I thought, start staying down there in a week or so, come back up here and finish things on weekends. It doens't REALLY bother me (and I'm out of here in two and a half weeks anyway) but I was hoping to have more cash in the next couple weeks to catch up on bills from here.

Listening to Peter Gabriel's first album. Damn, I love this shit.

I had a lot of inner shit in my head I wanted to write about, but I'm not feeling it right now. But I've once again had the feeling that every time I think I'm over year-old anger, something comes back and hits me in the ass with it again. And it appears I'm not alone in this. Damn. I'd hoped we'd finally got past all that shit. We SHOULD. We've both got better things to do. I don't want to to feel these things. i'd rather be happy.

I found out something amazing a few hours ago. I've been listening to Roky Erikson a lot recently, and I just learned that he's been back out playing gigs again since last fall. Those who don't know about him might be familiar with his one hit with the 13th Floor Elevators back in the '60s, You're Gonna Miss Me. (One of the truly great bits of howling balls-out garage rock ever recorded.) Roky's had a bizarre life since then, spending time in a mental home and dealing with his personal demons by writing songs about "real" ones. Last I'd read before tonight, he was living in a government-subsidized home and being cared for by friends and family. From what I knew about him, I'd figured that by now he'd have superglued himself to a poster of Anton LeVay and was eating bugs for a living.

But I guess his brother has helped him get some shit together in recent years, and now he's playing again. This makes me happy. I have a strong desire to sit down and record my own versions of You're Gonna Miss Me and I Have Always Been Here Before, and if I can find a drummer with some time on his hands (once *I* have some time) maybe I'll cut Don't Slander Me and Click Your Fingers Applauding The Play. I LOVE much of Roky's music, there's an edge and rawness to behold, and I hope I can find a band willing to do some of this material someday. Feeling the strong pull of my own dark side on a daily basis, I can only admire Roky's attempts at musical self-exorcism. I'm thrilled to know he's playing again.

I just made some generic hot and sour soup from the dollar store. Uhh...remind me not to do that again...

Shit, I don't have anything funny to say this time.

Love,
Dougie

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