mojo hummin’…
Old guy in the circle needs a shave, a mess of tics and hitches, baseball cap pulled low over crazy eyebrows, I won’t lie to you; I think I left my mojo in my old desk, next to my security and that Sundays CD with Wild Horses on it.
Call me a victim of the times, but nobody’s shooting at me, you know, and it could be worse. I only lost my job, which is why I’m here, back in the hallowed halls and not following a broom around a warehouse, and when I tallied up the hits and misses of the last fifty years, I found too little scoring, no surprise, and too much smoky improvisation.I was strictly small venue, all thump and jangle with a weakness for solo fretting.
Yeah, I could be your dad, but I’m just some random guy with a writing jones and a stupid metaphor habit.
The last couple months I almost kicked it, almost took the cure, but I like the high, the crackle, and I had to find a way to get the jams jamming again, so let’s key up the archives and see what I could do when I had the rhythm. We’ll release it as The Best of The Flies, see if it charts.
The track list:
3. where Art is
7. Medley: The Last of the Dirt Road Riders, Into the Wind of the Rockies, and burning bridges
9. the only thing between us the glass
10. when you hear me speak of heaven
Bonus track: To whom it may concern; It is Springtime
Liner notes indicate that there are other sets available. The sessions producing these listed are still in the catalog, along with behind-the-scenes photos.
So I get my buzz on, my mojo hummin’ and I’m looking for the serious wave, because I still hear the Bimbo’s tune:
“On my desk I have a little dish of trip toys among which is an antique silver napkin ring and a skeleton key, some shells, marbles, foreign coins and stones. They are oddities and found artefacts that made me say ‘ooh’. When I get stuck in my thoughts I’ll turn one of these things over in my hands as distraction. Each is its own small, curious world. Cog’s posts work the same way. He is pocketable to the crow reader. Inside, Cog is a novelist that will be revered and adored if his big honkin’ anthology is written. Driving the Flies is where he launders the bits that will become his work. It’s like reading the marginalia and letters of the favorite author you haven’t read yet.”
In all of that, the key is “yet.”
Long-time readers know the tracks, but there’s always a new audience waiting. This time a shout out to ENG306. Welcome.
on August 26, 2009 at 11:00 am
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Don’t drink the kool-aid, cog. I’d miss you.
Middle-Aged-Woman´s most recent blog ..Unfocused
on August 27, 2009 at 8:34 am
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Whew.
The man is back.
Caustic Bunny´s most recent blog ..Bunch of Bitchy Little Bunnies
on August 27, 2009 at 7:47 pm
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I would read a book written by you.
on August 28, 2009 at 12:56 pm
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I’m enjoying the Best Of album, in spite of its flagrant ommission of our interviews. And I feel the need to mention that I can play the intro to Smoke on the Water on one string.
Jen´s most recent blog ..Oy, Dios Mio.
on August 31, 2009 at 9:28 am
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Keep up the great blogs.After visiting my girl I go right to yours.
on September 3, 2009 at 2:42 am
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You are silly. I refer to writing (and my ridiculous decision to be an english major) as “feeding the art monster,” but mojo works, too.
You are totally kicking ass in class, btw.
on September 7, 2009 at 9:00 pm
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Kick ass in Eng 306, Cog.
I’m currently reading a book by my favorite author (you’ll have to guess who that is) and feeling the writing jones myself.