Jerry Hicks tape. It was sitting under the recording console all the time. I wrote a story about ‘ol Jerry a few weeks ago. I might post it here again today. It’s Friday and nothing much is going on. A new study was led by Dr Nicholas Cowan, an atmospheric physicist at the UK Center for Ecology and Hydrology in Edinburgh, has discovered that ‘Exhaled human breath can contain small, elevated concentrations of methane (CH4) and nitrous oxide (N2O), both of which contribute to global warming,’ This nonsense is from the Daily Mail which also tells us that “According to experts in Canada, one billion people – one eighth of the current global population – will die due to climate change if global warming reaches or exceeds 3.6°F (2°C) by 2100.” Meanwhile, Mark Zuckerberg is building an underground bunker at his Hawaiian compound, and nobody who works there is allowed to talk about it. This is the same guy who called the the people who submitted their information in the early days of Facebook, “dumb fucks.”
Zuck: Yeah so if you ever need info about anyone at Harvard
Zuck: Just ask.
Zuck: I have over 4,000 emails, pictures, addresses, SNS
“How did you manage that?”
Zuck: “They trust me, dumb fucks”
This is the same guy who shut down my Facebook account knowing full well that it had been compromised by a third party, and now demands my passport to get it back. Dumb fuck thinks he’s going to be safe if/and when SHTF. It’s a fool’s paradise.
This is it – the Holy Grail
What do these people imagine is coming? Are they all transhumanists who think they’re going to live forever? What kind of a world would that actually be? Who is going to do all the work? Dumb fucks I suppose. My Hawaiian tan is fading. I need to go back there. Maybe next year. We have to get through Christmas and New Years first. I can’t say that I’m enamored of either of these events. Maybe when I was younger and could go out and get drunk, find a girl and end the night someone else’s bed. One New Year’s Eve I met this girl somewhere, I don’t remember where. I think it was in St Kilda. Of course I ended up sleeping with her. I don’t remember her name, or even her face. She was pretty hot though. I do remember she was wearing no pants. I think we ended up at my place in Robe Street. I probably had a knee rash from fucking her so hard on the living room floor. It’s too much information probably, but maybe it’s entertaining I don’t know. I just write what comes into my head. I doubt this New Year’s Eve will be as exciting. I’ll be asleep before midnight with any luck.
No pants. Yes.
I’m going to upload the Jerry Hicks tape to the Internet Archive or maybe Youtube. It’s something else, worthy of placement among groundbreaking and revolutionary recordings like Trout Mask Replica by Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band. I’ll and do it in the next couple of days, but I’ll post a link to it when it’s done. Let’s kick it off with track one -That Going Home Look – Oh, my God…
Moonlight On Vermont. I know it well.