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Wheat Bread |
March 20, 2016 |
Walkin' back from breakfast with Caroline and we stopped for iced tea |
A fan stopped me on Decatur and said that she recognised me |
I asked where she was from, she said «don't worry, not Planet Crazy» |
I said «then where are you from?», and she said «Denver, Colorado» |
I asked if she was involved with anyone and she said no |
I said «this side I’ve been playing Denver for over two decades |
And I’ve never met a person in my life from there who wasn’t in a relationship» |
She said I was right, and that she moved there a few weeks ago |
And everyone she’s met so far is coupled up and she’s still getting to know |
Denver, Colorado |
I said «well, you’re young», she said «not that young, I’m 31» |
I said «like I said, you’re young» |
I introduced her to Caroline and she said she heard her name |
In a lot of my songs many times |
She was polite and kind and not intrusive |
I asked her what brought her to New Orleans and she said she was on a road trip |
and it was a good stop down from Texas |
I was just in Texas too, but I didn’t mention it, I just said «oh, that’s cool» |
Some good things come from Texas, like Daniel Johnston and the Butthole Surfers |
But the best thing to come out of Texas is Jack Johnson, the boxer |
No, not the surfer musician, I’m talking about the first black heavyweight |
champion |
The turn-of-the-century fighter who had more balls than China has plates |
More balls than me or you or anyone listening to this piece of music currently |
living in the United States |
When he went to Australia he didn’t have the luxury of complaining that it took |
eighteen hours by flight |
He didn’t even complain that by boat it took maybe sixty days and nights |
He fought his rounds, came back with the heavyweight title |
There’s a great book on him by Teresa Runstedler |
And even an album dedicated to him by Miles Davis |
I’m just back from Texas where I played a South by Southwest showcase |
And here’s what people said to me: |
«Hey Mark, did you hear that David Bowie liked your music?» |
«Hey Mark, how come you only get to play for 40 minutes?» |
«Hey Mark, I came all the way from Ireland» |
«Hey Mark, why is the show delayed two hours?» |
«Hey Mark, when is Universal Themes coming out on vinyl?» |
«Hey Mark, when is Jesu/Sun Kil Moon coming out on vinyl?» |
«Hey Mark, is Steve Shelley playing drums with you tonight?» |
«Hey Mark, how’s South by Southwest treating you so far?» |
«Hey Mark, are you gonna be in Roadies?» |
«Hey Mark, when are you gonna play South Carolina?» |
«Hey Mark you were really good in Shopgirl, you friends with Jason Schwartzman? |
Did you get to meet Steve Martin?» |
«Hey Mark, when’s your next movie?» |
«Hey Mark, what are you gonna do after the show?» |
«Hey Mark, are you gonna play Gustavo?» |
«Hey Mark, are you gonna play anything from Benji?» |
«Please play Carry Me Ohio, please?» |
«Here's a copy of my demo.» |
Ask all the questions you want to, and I’ll be polite |
But I’m thinking «fuck you» ninety percent of the time |
Not a harsh type of «fuck you» |
Just a light little |
«I-don't-wanna-talk-about-me-please-tell-me-a-little-about-you fuck you» |
But a drunk girl approached me said «Mark, I don’t know you |
But you know me, I mean, you think you know me, you think you know me, I mean, |
you *think* you know me» |
I was like «hmm, what was that all about, she was original, that’s for sure» |
There’s some original shit that happens out there out in the rock 'n roll joint |
Like I was in bed with these two gothy girls once after a show in Florida |
When I got up to piss, I came back and they were putting their clothes on |
really fast, all nervous and freakin' out |
I was like «where are you going?» |
And they said «there are four of us in here» |
And I said «what are you talkin' about, four of us?» |
And they said «trust us, there are four of us in here, Mark, and we’re leaving» |
I was standing there naked and they ran past me and opened the door and I was |
saying «where in the fuck are you guys going?» |
They rushed out and I was standing there, feeling very very alone and all |
shaken up |
Then I was lookin' under the bed, and in the shower |
And even out the window for this fourth person, and I didn’t see anyone |
Those chicks scared the hell out of me |
4 A.M., March 21st |
My stomach’s been hurtin' |
From all the red meat in Texas, so tonight we went strictly vegan |
And we ate at a Vietnamese restaurant, down on Magazine |
And during our walk there a friend texted me |
He said «hey I’m in New Zealand», I said «hey I’m in New Orleans» |
And we started textin' like a couple of kids |
About making music together and the cost of touring |
And blah blah blah blah blah blah |
And starting boxing gyms |
But when I texted him a few days later |
And said that they were playing his music in a restaurant |
He didn’t reply, he probably thought «fuck you» |
Not a harsh «fuck you», but the kinda «fuck you» I mentioned earlier |
He’s like me, not one to bask in hearing about people hearing his music in a |
restaurant |
What do you even say to that? «Wow, man, cool, I love to hear about myself, |
send me some more» |
Some of us are in it for the ego stroke, and some of us are in this racket |
because it’s in our blood and we have no choice |
Caroline and I came back and I took a hot bath and I worked on the credits for |
the *Sings Favorites* album |
March 27th, 2016 |
Seat 14D, United Airlines, Cleveland |
To SFO, we ate in Akron last night with my mother and her boyfriend and friends |
It was a very short trip to Ohio |
But overall peaceful, and I got to surprise a friend |
With a brand new TV and some money in the form of a cheque |
And though she was very tired I convinced her to take a walk around the block |
Which I think did her some good as she’d been so down on her luck |
But I did funny little dances in her living room to entertain her |
And played her some music from my *Sings Favorites* album, but she wasn’t |
impressed |
She said «Mark, these songs sound too much like the originals» |
I said «That's the whole point, that it’s for moms and dads and little kids and |
the whole family» |
And she said «Well, did you sing my favorite song „Float On“ by Modest Mouse?» |
And I said I did, but she’d have to wait |
Her outlook on life seems to be getting bleaker and bleaker and bleaker and |
bleaker and bleaker |
I wanted to give her something to look forward to in the future |
Ben was nice enough to give us a ride to the Cleveland airport |
And do a quick photoshoot with me at the airport hotel |
And when we arrived at the Sheridan last night in Cleveland |
Because I needed a promotional photo for the *Sings Favorites* album |
Caroline and I fell asleep watching the movie Spotlight |
About lawsuits brought against the Catholic Church for priests molesting |
children |
It was an insightful movie about how a child can be manipulated |
Into being molested |
About how it can all start with a dirty joke |
And escalate into other things that I won’t say |
I can’t be a hundred percent sure, but I think I met a few child predators in |
my day |
Nothing I can quite bet a hundred percent on, but where, in my opinion, |
the writing was on the wallpaper |
I disassociate myself with people like that |
And I rank child molesters as the lowest form of humanity in the world |
Along with mass murderers and terrorists |
I’m not a perfect human, and I’m on no superiority trip |
But there’s a disgusting side to humanity, and that movie |
And a few things I’ve seen in my life made me hate the fuckin' world |
Just for a little while |
Yeah, that’s right, while I watched that movie I hated the fuckin' world |
Yeah, life can be tough, my friend isn’t well |
She’s downward mentally, spiritually and physically |
And I’m trying to do what I can to help |
My father made a comment, «accentuate the positive, eliminate the negative» |
I’m good at that, but there are negative forces out there that are hard to |
prevent |
They can sneak up on us out of nowhere |
It’s hard to ignore that shit, how can we not care? |
I gotta ask you something, do you attract obsessives? |
I’m just curious, like when you have interactions with people |
Do they make mental notes, or even written notes of everything you say, |
I mean every little thing that you say? |
Maybe you know what I’m talking about here, and if you don’t |
I mean this sincerely, enjoy that part of your life |
Do people discuss you as a human? |
Or do people discuss you as a product? |
I’m a human to most people who know me |
But I fall into the product category for the most part, a target |
I was born to be a product, yeah I’m used to that |
You wanna hate on me, then hate on me |
You got shit to throw at me, then throw it |
You wanna punch me in the face, I’m easy to find |
Throw the fuckin' punch, see if you can catch me |
Either way, I love you, I really do, I got a lotta love in my heart |
I got love for the haters, I even got love for the alligators |
Mmm, blackened alligator, oh man, it’s the fuckin' best! |
This life’s a racket where I trained to do what I’ve dreamed of since I was five |
For anything else, who knows, but maybe nine-to-five |
Ain’t so bad, you get to come home every day to your wife |
And say «hey, did you see the news, Johnny Depp’s having a hell of a time» |
3−29−2016, 12:31 A. M |
I’m tired, I woke up at Caroline’s and had trouble gettin' out of bed |
Thoughts of Ohio overwhelmed my head |
Thoughts of the walk to Caroline’s place in Telegraph Hill |
To my place, at the top of Nob Hill |
Saddened me Paul Kantner won’t be at Trieste any more |
And I dodged Caroline’s old apartment which reminds me of when we first got |
together after I knocked on her door |
When I got up, made her bed, and headed up the hill |
Stopped at Molinari’s at 11 A.M., and got the Joe’s Special |
Fuckin' wheat bread, I fuckin' hate wheat bread |
Trust me, you’ll be eatin' boring stuff too when you’re pushing fifty unless |
you wanna be dead |
I came home to my apartment that hasn’t been cleaned since last year |
I picked up some things, here and there |
A keyboardist’s coming over tomorrow to rehearse for a summer tour |
I went to deposit cheques and the one from New York |
Looked like it’d been pulled out of a sewer |
The bank teller, she still accepted it |
A friend once told me that a cheque that I sent him disintegrated |
Because it was in his wallet too long, and I thought it was bullshit, |
and it made me laugh |
And fuck, here I was with a twelve thousand dollar cheque that was torn in half |
I couldn’t stop thinkin' of my sick friend |
I was so distracted that I ended up leaving my wallet behind at the bank |
The security guard was chasing me and yellin' my name |
Was I being arrested for something? What could it be? |
My wallet was handed to me by a security guard |
Who didn’t resemble any cast members of the Beverly Hillbillies, |
I’ll just say that |
She had a really tough look, but she was polite |
And had a really nice smile once I got closer |
I ate ramen alone and on the way out the kid working there |
Asked me why I bought so many bottles of water |
I didn’t want to explain to a millenial that I had a 12 hour rehearsal the next |
day as it would provoke more disingenuous questions |
The place had just opened and was clearly being told |
To be extra friendly to customers as some kind of shtick |
To bring in more business |
I’m gonna get my water elsewhere next time |
I came home and thoughts of Ohio were still bothering me |
So I created soap operas on my flip-phone with a few friends to distract myself |
Caroline and I met for Chinese but we took the night off from each other as I |
was so drained |
We slept at our own places |
The TV’s on but it’s turned down |
My apartment’s a fuckin' mess |
I unfolded a piece of paper that’s sat there forever |
And a pile of hotel and restaurant receipts from Europe and Asia |
It was a note from someone, something someone handed me on tour |
You wanna know what it said? |
Fuck you |