New America '76: 4. Anything Is Possible Now

Like a surgery, there's no need to watch.  The staff'll brief you in the waiting room when it's over, the victims can take visitors when the anesthesia wears off.  One at a time, please.  They'll be confused, ornery, and mean.  Have patience with the patients.

None of it flys in the modern world, the ridiculousness, the mental excuses, the Poor-Ole-Me crowd, the justifications of deceptions.  We hit the low already, around the time our intelligence was insulted by the intelligence communities.  Only federal spooks crawl out a moving truck and march down the street like masked lunatics waving obnoxious flags around.  Stir it up for the cameras, make a show.  Lots of fine people injected with bleach having a bloodbath while insulting soldiers.

We're sitting in the waiting room, trying not to make eye contact.  All the magazines are old and dirty, the time clicks away.  The doctors are doing their thing.  This is our own island, it's just us.  Anything is possible now.

New America '76: 3. A Sad Chuckle

 

So touchy Old America was, lots of off limits words, lots of off limits humor.  Feelings were being hurt at a record pace, a flood of tears, always tears.  Anger, sadness, guilt, everything was tears.  Except laughter, only snide jeers were allowed.  Profiling lost its edge, the kind everyone knows is hilariously true, silently acknowledged by most.

Most know where to get good donuts, for example.  Most are leery of a certain demographic of driver.  Most aren't afraid to talk to Russians.  Most aren't huffing the gas anymore.  Let's bag on each other, but keep it funny.

The self-righteous wail either way, easily offended and quick to offend.  Irony undetected, hypocrisy lost.  Covered in shame, without pride.  Loony, in a way, good for a chuckle.  A sad chuckle.

New America '76: 2. Clear Liquid

 

Outsiders are in, insiders are out.  Populism goes the people.  Keep your bottle of red, keep your bottle of blue, we're going with the clear liquid this time.  We want to see through it.  No more roofies from the employees.

The lake must be dried, the bottom must be examined, the stumps must be cleared, the beaches must be combed.  Get a rocket eye view, down with the tyrants.  They'll go kicking, screaming, and changing the subject.  Back to skin tint, ignoring skin thickness once again.  Mock them relentlessly, bleed their sour cancer.

For laughs, of course, but also to save them.  Their brains are confused and frightened.  It's fight or flight or shave your head and join the Dry War.  Their choices are dwindling.  Hang in there, maybe they can get to Mars one day.

New America '76: 1. Temporary Gut Check

 

Of course, America was never gone for good.  It was a temporary gut check, a look in the mirror, a decision.  The slime still oozes, but not as much.  The gas it still lit, but it's dimmer, it's flickering out.  Sanity and it's clarity, rationality and it's reality.

Hilarious is what's left, wrecked minds of woe and depression.  Go with acceptance, anger has no future, the shock was enough.  Get back to whining and moaning, it suits the mushed brains better.  The artists are triggered, finally we'll get some good music.  More stick-it-to-the-man, less endorsements.

Change all the rules, talk to only a few folks, get it done.  Debate nobody, the debate is over.  Clear out old-timers, scram you greasers, so long bribers and blackmailers.  The Light Lobby has arrived, the Sledgehammer Lobby is being formed.  Demolition of the American kind.

Paraphrasing Nikola

 

Plasmoids.

Implosion versus explosion.

Supression of the models.

Open sourced.

The Maldives Lab.

Geometry was the key all along.

Frequencies of the elements.

Sacred geometry.

Donut shaped clusters.

Enormous amounts of energy.

Turoidal orbit.

Self-charging atomic batteries.

Mr. Bluecheck 79er

 

Mr. Bluecheck 79er,

Meet you at the diner.

We'll both go out and find her.

Before this night is through.

She said she was a lady,

Before she was my baby.

She said I made her crazy,

Swore I made her blue.

All night I've been glowing,

My eyes, they've been stolen.

You know what I'm knowing,

You know what I knew.

Now we got each other,

Two reluctant brothers.

Searching for my lover,

Disappeared, what can I do?

Mr. Coffee

 

What ever happened to Mr. Coffee, hope he's doing swell.

Standing in line at the Starbucks station, think we're 'bout to bail.

Do we really need these Macchiatos, first thing that we drink.

Get a bucket of pure Colombian, Mr. Coffee's all we need.

*A JingleHut creation.

Too Tolerant

Say what's that you say.

Can't walk outside on this sunny day.

Can't have a smoke in the sun rays.

Can't throw the King any shade.

Too tolerant.

Of our parliament.

Of our occupants.

Those that represent.

Say what's that you say.

Can't walk outside on this sunny day.

Can't have a smoke in the sun rays.

Can't throw the King any shade.

EA

EDD7

EA

D7AE

AEx3

D7AE

Knock A 7

 

At least I'll knock a 7 close.

At least I'll hit one nice.

Prolly smash a drive or two.

Might cure my ancient slice.

Big trees and bumble bees.

Ivy that'll poison your skin.

Creek cliffs and smoke sniffs.

Smoothly hunting pins.

Should I hit my seven.

Should I hit my three.

Think I'll lose my mind.

If I hit that fucking tree.

Focus on the mental game.

Keep it all to myself.

Listen to Uncle Tupelo.

Music's good for my health.

Keep it in the fairway, man.

Best not rely on luck.

Swear golf makes us swear.

'Damns' & 'Hells' & 'Fucks'.

GC

DCG

CGx3

DCG

Already August

 

Already August.

What happened to June.

Forgot 'bout July.

Ended way to soon.

Oh my, how time flys.

Everybody knows.

Seasons go and come.

And the years just roll.

May left me whacked out.

April left me wet.

March left me hollow.

Lost a madness bet.

First two months wiz by.

All the freeze and cold.

The worst time of year.

Valentine's get old.

It'll be fall again.

Soon enough my dear.

September's next up.

October is near.

Then it's Thanksgiving.

The Holiday cheer.

December wraps up.

Another fine year.

EmGB7

*Co-Write A. Ball.

The Hook Of Texas 33: Rad Is Rad

 

Back home, I immediately took three mosquito bites on my back patio, time for another poisoning, lather up in deet.  Mosquitos know where the blood is, the Hook Of Texas is sparse on blood, everything is so spread out, blood per square mile has to be miniscule compared to cities and suburbs.  Standing water don't stand for long out there, but I'm sure a few of those bloodthirsty bastards live there anyway.  Mosquitos will be the last living creatures on earth, outliving cockroaches, rats, and classic rock.  To which I say, you don't have to try and sound like Neil Young when you sing a Neil Young cover, back to the music.

Pedal Steel Noah's instrumental rendition of Billy Idol's Eye Without A Face at Marfa Spirit Company Friday night took me and shook me.  Played properly, the instrument pierces the venue like a blade, the sound is completely unique and will never leave me, vocals would have ruined the set.  Shouts to the bass player, rad is rad.  Unaffected by it all, P.S. Noah was expressionless, except for his eyes.  They darted and danced, they didn't hold back, they saw notes we never saw, we could only hear them.

Saturday night was the Tejas Brothers at the Granada Theater in downtown Alpine, they were magnificent, a cross between Freddie Fender and Merle Haggard, the singer had a powerful voice and filled up the entire place.  Then, on my way to Railroad Blues on my bicycle to check out Jomo And The Possum Posse at Railroad Blues, everything came to an abrupt red and blue siren stop.  I was pulled over by the Alpine Police Department.  The officer was nice enough, said something about a night light ordinance and a local problem with drug dealers on bikes.  He ran my DL# for some reason, checked out clean, but it was an ender, I pedaled back to my El Viejo Adobe, held my own jam session, and packed up for the drive home the following morning.

Alpine Monday

 

Enjoying this Alpine Monday.

Skipped out, got my bills all paid.

Seems the edge of America.

Mountains and murals and cactus.

Fire took out a block downtown.

It's blocked off, it'll come back around.

Harry's been closed for over a year.

Only place I really wanna drink a beer.

Golf course looks so serene.

But it's closed on Mondays, gotta cut the greens.

New wing at the Big Bend Muesem

But it's closed on Mondays, my options running thin.

Kept raining til the afternoon.

When it clears out, gonna drive a loop.

Ft. Davis to Mafa and back.

A few stops, think I'll pack a backpack.

CG

DCG

The Hook Of Texas 32: The Gage Hotel Show

 

The West Texas Exiles were back at Viva Big Bend this year with two shows. Railroad Blues in Alpine at 11pm Thursday and The Gage Hotel in Marathon at 2:15pm the following day (A bloody mary gig there ever was one, the Gage is posh.)  I was angling for an interview, these words don't write themselves, besides, I had questions about Charlie, appleseeds, and counting days after their banging 1st show.  Due to streaming their collection of music the previous few days, I was familiar, in the know, and curious.

Friday morning came quick, even for a spectating observer, I wondered how the band felt, this is not easy work.  The Gage was packed.  This was gonna be tight, this was going to require a different version of the band.  The Railroad Blues show was what you would expect, the Exiles are experts at late night enders.  They did 3 encores, including Not Fade Away with the lead singer of Two Tons If Steel featuring Trinidad, the drummer, literally vibrating the place, using perfect technique and leaning into his booms.

To my luck and surprise and good fortune, my aversion to crowds paid off prior to their Gage gig.  The Exiles were out front, inconspicuously loading gear or unloading gear or both, either way, I had my interviews, I talked to them all, interrogations of the highest degree.  I got the story--Charlie was a good dude, appleseeds make for harsh tokes, and time and space move together, those 8000 days were always in a different location.  I decided Trinidad was the heartbeat and sorta leader of the band after he indicated they were all all in, the boats were burned, there was no plan B for the West Texas Exiles.  The Gage Hotel show was delicious.

The Hook Of Texas 31: The Best Of Odd

 

Black Jack's Crossing Golf Course at Lajitas is the oddest thing, but in a fabulous way, the best of odd.  Thick, lush, grass islands surrounded by harsh, sparse, desert landscape.  Expensive beyond rational reason, but worth every dime.  I was, literally, the only golfer on the course, it was quiet out there, only buzzings and chirpings and hissings and a few echoing vulgarities--missed 3 foot putts are inescapable, even in paradise.  Overall, a boring 83 on the scorecard, no doubles or triples, no birdies, the rest pars and bogies, one penalty stroke, three putted 18.

After an impressive supper at the resort's fine restaurant, I headed to Terlingua to catch the Viva Big Bend Music Festival opener at the Starlight Theater.  Dusk was close.  Keegan McInroe, from Ft. Worth, was the headliner.  He'd pulled together some locals and a horn player from Lubbock to form his nameless band.  They were odd, and they were hot.

The Starlight Theater is magnificent, bigger than it looks from the outside with a large stage in the back and plenty of elbow room.  A life-size wood carving of the late grassjazz guitarist Slim Richey stands on the stage permanently.  I thought it was Leon Russell, originally, looked just like him.  Keegan McInroe And His Hot Band played 'til close, original songs about brothers talking, sad endings, and being stoned.  Jack-A-Roe, Dublin Blues, and John Brown were notable and well done covers, the horn player from Lubbock kept it all spacey.

The Hook Of Texas 30: High Dive

 

It's just higher here.  The highest elevated golf course in Texas is located in Marfa, the Balmorhea pool has a high dive, the landscape between is high, green, rocky, cliffy, and dreamy.  Highway 17 connected the two towns, with Fort Davis in between.  It went through Wild Rose Pass, the "higher pass", used to avoid the floods by native tribes and military regiments.  "Famed for its wealth of wild roses," the historical marker read.  

And actual oasis exists in Balmorhea, where locals float, snorkel, and swim in every season.  The temperature of the spring fed water remains between 72-76 degrees year round. It's the largest spring fed pool in the entire world.  The crystal clear water of the San Solomon Springs, also knows as Mescalero Springs, feeds the pool, which includes its own species of fish called Comanche Fish, almost minnow-like, found nowhere else on Earth.

After the cool cooldown, I drove to Marfa to play some golf.  It had been a few days and I needed to warm up for a round at renowned Lajitas Golf Resort the following day.  Despite its status as the highest course in Texas, the 9 holes in Marfa were flat and bland.  The wind was strong and continuous, the greens were tiny and raised, almost impossible to hit in regulation.  I avoided any doubles or triples, had 3 pars and 6 bogies--42 ain't bad, I thought.

 

The Hook Of Texas 29: Fort Buildings And Ruins

 

Sitting on the hospital patio, I tried to feel what they may have felt, gazing off into the mountain scenes.  Healing, hopefully.  Late 1800's, a far away U.S. military fort, built to patrol and protect the old 600 mile San Antonio-El Paso Road.  Fort Davis, named for Jefferson Davis (Yes, that Jefferson Davis), established in 1854, before the country split over bondage and chains--I'm damn glad the Yanks won, damnit!  Ironically, the Buffalo Soldiers were later stationed here and went on to earn legendary American status.

It was no use, though, they didn't have Miles Davis through an ear pod, or an ice cold koozied bottle of Spaten Oktoberfest, or a car ready to cruise back to a comfortable Alpine adobe.  I hadn't seen what they'd seen, I wasn't where they were, I could never feel what they felt.  Time and space move together.  These fort buildings and ruins were just bones, there was no life in them.  This was a museum now, and a good one, worth the $10 bucks.

But many were healed, no doubt.  Broken bones, knees, seed oil allergic reactions, dehydrations, attacks of all kinds.  Fixed up.  Operations to remove bullets, arrows, and other things needing removal.  Tooth extractions, pox quarantines, strokes, aneurysms, mountain lion attacks, they probably saw it all at the Fort Davis Hospital, thousands of prayers were offered here, maybe millions.

The Hook Of Texas 28: Roof Still Moons

 

No need for loose plans, they were already ingrained.  My wanderings out to the Hook of Texas seemed hard wired for some reason.  Their own rituals, checklists, hot spots, and views.  Solo this trip out, I missed my daughters everywhere I looked.  They talked the whole way last year, the entire 8 hour drive, the time flew, everything was new to them, the Monahans Sandhills blew them away.  Alone this year, I biked a loop, I ate a quick lunch, I was grateful, I found Revolution Road 1776, and I sped south.

But first, a quart of oil for the old, black 2011 Toyota Camry.  A fine, fine automobile.  Air still conditions, roof still moons, seats still bucket.  Bike fits in the back seat.  217k miles seems imminent.  

I drove into Alpine late afternoon, clouds were gathering, the sun was whipping them up, the mountains made them swirl, it was glorious.  My spirit jumped, it still had hops, it just missed the competition.  Hiked up Hancock Hill in the early evening, rode over to Alpine Country Club to check out the golf course, and ended up at Dairy Queen staring at a Belt Buster combination and large Pecan Cluster Blizzard.  The El Viejo Adobe was just as I had left it.  My home away from home.

Gonzo Of Oz 10: The Fire Chief Is Dead

 

"Nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to say.  We got it figured, though, there wasn't any fish smell within the entire interior perimeter.  It was all on the up and up, just your typical, everyday, goober boy taking shots from a sloped roof.  To anticipate that scenario is a bridge too far, who could predict the future.  We're only humans, theys, thems, and thats."

To defend the conclusions, they took no questions.  "How dare you question the conclusions.  These things matter, we're doing investigations and we can't comment on investigations as we're doing them.  Don't you see, don't you hear what I say?"  To this, I flipped him the bird, I was there for answers.

The press room was a mess, it was built for mourning, we weren't supposed to be thanking God.  But we mourn anyway, they're shooting at us now.  The fire chief is dead.  Only the lone shooter knows.  And all the others.

Gonzo Of Oz 9: Failure To Appreciate

 Break out the drones, this guy just won't go down.  Humiliate him, get his money, call him ugly, sic the agents on him, dish out the dirt, pop a cap through him, he's in Milwaukee the next day.  What we have here is a failure to appreciate.  The final 20% of his life is gonna be exhausting, but you never know.  No one knows.

The other team just keeps it coming, mush cycle after mush cycle.  The tater tots are getting crispy.  The emotions in that locker room are whacked.  Some are distraught over the unsuccessful assassination, the unsuccessful assassin's family needs support, too.  They say.

What's so sad about peace, love, and understanding?  Peace, that feeling of stillness.  Love, that welling up inside.  Understanding, caring a bit less.  The fun has just begun, the rest of your life awaits.

Gonzo Of Oz 8: Kiss Some Cheeks

 

Eat right, move around, talk to people, get out and about.  Make the rounds, slap some backs, kiss some cheeks, swoon.  Story time is next, you don't have to talk during story time.  Just listen and nod, don't forget your crooked smile, it makes you look human. Here's your cookie.

Nothing to notice here, if you haven't noticed by now, no need.  Dignity only matters to a point, then survival and defense take over.  Tired of taking one for the team.  The intellectuals are the dumb now, the suckers know the answers.  Truth is fleeting.

The real doctors will eventually get through and a hero is born.  Left disabled by a decayed brain, he will milk the sympathy to its nub.  His family will gather.  After much thought, prayer, and hand wringing, our President will...  Well, anyway. 

Gonzo Of Oz 7: Sharp As A Tack

 

Approach the old man slowly.  If possible, don't surprise him.  Ignore the smell.  Shake his hand if you want, but I don't.  Eww.

Nod approvingly when he mutters.  Laugh when he snickers.  Ignore the spit.  Don't ever ask him a question, never ever.  Got it?

Other than those things, everything is normal.  Except his memory and other various thoughts.  Ignore the freeze.  Comes with the territory, tell no one.  Sharp as a tack.

Gonzo Of Oz 6: Heartbeat That Can't Be Beat

 

The scab is off.  Hurts like heck, but we're on our way to wellness.  Amazing the way our collective bodies heal.  Too late now, it's a bleeder, find a band-aid for a few days, take it easy, another smaller scab will appear.  Eventually, this final scab will fall off and our new flesh will take over.

The scar will never go away, it's with us 'til the end.  As a reminder.  The original accident, easy to avoid, but predictable, looking back.  As all things are predictable, looking back.  History is for learning lessons and inspiration, nothing more, nothing less.

Could've been worse, actually.  The blade just missed a major artery and the vital organs seem intact.  Our eyes are fine, lungs seem to work, gotta heartbeat that can't be beat.  We still have our ways of flushing out the waste, soon we'll save tons of cash on diapers. They are full of shit.

Gonzo Of Oz 5: Dehydrating Quickly

 

These are unchartered waters.  The mirage was not a desert oasis, nothing but sand and heat, bugs and snakes, spiders and wind.  They are beyond thirsty, they are dehydrating quicky, they are shriveling up and their minds are tricking their bodies.  Despondent stares and hyper-illusions, moving on to other topics.  In their unisex BLM/Ukraine/Hamas t-shirt.

It's all recorded.  For future humans to decide, for future Ai to know, for historical integrity.  Light doesn't take long to light a room.  One lit room in a house tends to wake other rooms, one lit house in a neighborhood tends to wake other houses.  And on and on.

For now, freeze.  No bills, no wars, no deals, no weapons, no government contracts, no meetings no nothing.  Treat every day like a holiday, 'til fall.  Enjoy.  They're lucky most of us are still paying taxes, our government doesn't deserve to be funded.

Gonzo Of Oz 4: Our Favorite Scrantonite

 

By the way, the idea that anyone would question our President's capabilities and competence is preposterous.  His stares are inspirational, his slurs are legendary, his mind is full of coke.  Plop plop, fizz fizz.  Turn the lights low, clear the room, turn the microphones off.  Who is running this show?

A strategy of flimsy confusion built on bribery, blackmail, and bullshit.  Light the gas, watch it burn while we're told it's not burning.  He's gonna beat Medicare, by God!  We are beyond a travesty.  We are drifting aimlessly.

The tube talkers have decided, the analysis was pre-determined.  Like always.  Now the switch out, some sort of heroic, dignified exit.  For the good of the nation.  Our favorite Scrantonite must go.

Gonzo Of Oz 3: These Uppers With Suppers

We're camping now.  David is nowhere around.  These uppers with suppers, these downers with dinners.  He likes to snort 'em.  Got new nasal tubes, straight shot to the bell.

Wisdom and farce collide, Shakespeare would've spazzed out.  Nothing like this has ever been attempted, only the insiders  know.  Engineers, script writers, techies.  Make-up artists.  Hairdressers.

America loves a spectacle.  We get what we want, what we deserve, what we are owed.  All through these years, playing along.  Don't stand, don't stand, don't stand so close to me.  Da Doo Doo Doo Da Daa Daa Daa is all I've got to say to you.

Gonzo Of Oz 2: Make Your Own Ranch

 

Like oatmeal on a cool summer morning, like resting at the beach again.  This will make an incredible movie one day.  The complete humiliation of America.  Rubbed in our faces for effect.  This won't go the way some expect.

Voting is makeup, it hides the blemishes.  The law is a weapon, it already won, don't fight it.  Money is what all thieves want.  That, and lots of nice, cheap death.  Get rid of the eyewitnesses.

Jack up the prices, let's drain 'em first.  Gourmet pretzels should cost $9 a bag, I guess.  Blame it on inflation.  It's poison, anyway, go for the carrot and celery sticks.  Make your own ranch.

Gonzo Of Oz 1: The Quadruple Quack

 

The ultimate set-up, with a character sent from The Wizard Of Oz.  Heartless, brainless, wimpy, and lost.  All this into one fella, the Quadruple Quack.  No one believes this, of course, but we go along.  We ignore reality, it's easier that way.

The public punking continues despite our knowledge, it's mostly to the train the Ai.  The future won't care, the future will believe what it's told to believe, polished up and wrapped tight.  The true story won't get out, it never did, it never will.  Tell us all about the railroads, the planets and moons, great warriors of the past, the beauty queens.  No mention of the others, no questioning the cover-ups, the mop-ups, or the stick-ups.

Never is it black and white, it's always in color.  Our true history, without audio or video, was experienced, then written down.  On cave walls, on sheets of paper, on microchips.  Almost never was it collective, we are all on a separate trip.  Coincidences, small worlds, intuition, and other connections aren't random, they are precise.

  

Red Mud Gonzo: Twenty Nine

 

"No Controversy" by jpg

Researching Max Purcell.  Has a Wimbledon title in doubles.  No controversy to speak of, but he's only won a third of his singles matches for his career.  Michael Mmoh's got wins against Zverev, Auger-Alassime, and Hubie.  Both 26 years of age, Purcell's won $3.5 million, Mmoh's at $2.5 million.  Not bad.

"Whataburger Sucks" by jpg

TTop was curious about the knife.  This dude spent 5 years in the Mojave desert, said he lost his sense of reality, said he'd defend his country again if he had to, I thought he wanted something to go down.  Told TTop the knife was for killing humans, if needed.  He wore his pistol in a holster for everyone to see.  *The double meat burger at the TX Burger in Fairfield, Texas was 5 of 5 stars.  Deep down, we all know Whataburger sucks.

"1st Victim" by The Mayor

Dumb ass.  Loses the element of surprise and becomes the 1st victim.  Add to it, he is carrying an oversized, low capacity weapon.

"Max The Mad" by jpg

Max seemed mad.  Mad at the line calls, mad at the referee, mad at the ball girls.  Made one of them cry when she committed the awful tennis sin of moving.  Poor girl, could take weeks to recover from the embarrassment.  She hung in there, kept her dignity and composure, she took the high class road.  Very River Oaks.  Max The Mad skipped the no class road and went directly to the low class road.  Seasoned with whining and a poor attempt at embracing the villain role.  As a father of daughters, I couldn't accept it quietly.  "He made her cry, what an asshole," I bellowed from the stands for hundreds to hear.  Then, TTop shouts for thousands to hear, "Default him!  Default him!".  Immediately, Max The Mad and the referee look up into the stands directly at us.  We glared back.  He wanted to replay the point, the ref rightly blew him off and gave the point to Mmoh.  The Australian Purcell went down meekly after that, he's no Mel Gibson, the true Mad Max.  Nice win, Cool Mmoh, enjoy the extra 8 grand, into the Quarters.

"Direct Line" by Houston Landlord

You have my direct line now, feel free to reach out to book directly next year and we can work it out where it's cheaper than what's on Airbnb.

Red Mud Gonzo: Twenty Eight

 

"Brother Basher" by jpg 

They fought a red, muddy, blood war.  Darderi has kept his relative cool.  Took down #2 seed Cerundolo in a blasting, bruising, heap.  Never saw a line call he liked, chunked his racquet, channelled his anger.  The brother basher.

"Nebbiolo Buona" by peoplesDuke

That's a proper pizza and wine dinner.  Barolo is nebbiolo buona.

"Edsel" by Fractional CEO

Played last night, pushed off with my right foot and felt a snap. Barely can walk. Like I said, Edsel.  Medial head gastrocnemius tear, also called tennis leg.

"Balken Culture" by AJ

So glad you went.  What a great trip.  Keep us updated.  Wish I could go right now as I get a lunch break.  Past couple of years this is exactly when I've driven down.  Nenad Zimonjic is like whaaaa april fools in balkan culture is every day, my man! 

"Cat Notes" by jpg 

Cat notes.  The perfect cat and the cake, but lilies are deadly, shuts down their organs.  Best toy for a cat is an empty box, and Catzilla can jump wherever, but they can't have nice things, the claws are too active.  Rabbit dinners, crane flies.  And all agreed, mosquitoes must die.

"Another Chance" by CB

Gorman looks like he's winning.  Brent wants another chance and The Todd looks confused...

"Screw W Tx" by Amos

A President's suite?  I'm in next year....screw w tx...man, looks awesome.  Tell The Todd hey!  Love that dude.

Red Mud Gonzo: Twenty Seven

 

"No Accidental Badass" by jpg

Francisco Cerendolo's a big threat to win it.  Maybe the next great South American player, Chilean Garin won here.  Has the background, he's no accidental badass.  Darderi beat his brother, Juan Manuel, last month at the Chile Open.  Payback, Argentine style.  Could get ugly.

"My Prime" by Fractional CEO

I essentially didn't pick up a racquet since 1988. I think my prime is ahead of me.

"Yellow, Pink, And Blue" by TTop

Yellow, pink, and blue, the colors of the popping road.

"Stick Curl" by King The Todd

Some people with bad knees stick curl so they don't even have to bend down.  My curling peak is still ahead of me.

"I'll Check My Notes" by jpg

Good God, they let Benoit Paire back in the tournament.  Biggest quitter I've ever seen on the red mud of Houston.  As I recall, a complete nonchalant loss on a Thursday in '18 or '19.  I'll check my notes.  Pulling for Kovacevic.

"Ass" by King James

He's an ass. Staff at the 4 Seasons said Paire was horrible while he was playing at a tournament there 4 or 5 years ago. 

"Famous Avant-Garde Musician" by Amos

Dude!  Please read an email I forwarded to you.  Gary Lucas replied to me!  Ha, so nerdy awesome.  Man, on a silly but serious note, I'd like your thoughts/collaboration in this (setting up a show for him down here).  Surely, the Dallas art scene would love a Gary Lucas/Don Van Vliet, art/music show.  A famous avant-garde musician presenting art by a Werner Gallery artist.  Lets talk!

Red Mud Gonzo: Twenty Six

"21st Full Moon" by King James

What's the plan for Houston? The 1st Sunday after the post March 21st full moon has happened, so I'm in. Just found out today that it's now Transgender Day, but no need to get me started... The Jetta will ride, just lmk. Who's all going?

"We Are On Automatic" by jpg

King James, we are on automatic!  We'll depart Dallas around 6am Wednesday, squeeze out before any major jams.  We'll go directly to the tournament, usually around 11 am.  Or so.  We go from there.

"Got Got" by AJ

The Canadian kid I like was seeded 1 in qualies and got got by TX boy Mitch Krueger.  Kruegs is good indoors but also decent on this red stuff.  Have a great time!  Y'all are Leaving Wednesday?

"Rafa Is Done" by peoplesDuke

Was talking with Ian Dempster's father today.  Ian's now director of tennis at Cameron Moore Tennis Academy in NC.  He told me to watch Marozsan. Playing great.  Can't wait for Roland Garros.  I think Rafa is done, the young bucks are too strong.  We might see a year or two of:  Zverev, Dimitrov, Alcaraz, Sinner, Medvedev, Tsitsipas, Ruud, Rune, and only 1 more for Djokovic. All grabbing a slam.

"Thanks For Sharing" by Fractional CEO

Thanks for sharing!

"Curling Championship Game" by King The Todd

Have a flight back Thursday night to make my Curling championship game and then flight out to beautiful Birmingham at the crack of sunrise. Hoping you all can pick me up on the way down at Dallas Love Field?!

"In Agreeance" by TTop

King James has spoken and I'm in agreeance.

"Keep The Gonzos Coming" by CB

Please keep The Gonzos coming while I'm in Dallas.