Hammer Mill Days

Well, tubey's got a few holes in him. Little holes. A dab of plastic wood ought to do the trick. Where's my spatula? Greetings from the mythical Cheney Hammer Mill, home of Big Green and our new de-facto d.b.a., HammerMade music. That's the ad-hoc publishing imprint for our upcoming album, International House , due sometime in September... on somebody's doorstep (possibly yours). More about that later. Fact is, the man-sized tuber has run into a couple of problems in his day, but getting shot by a family member ( extended family member, I should say) is not the kind of thing you expect in his kind of family. After all, few root vegetables have access to fire arms. God only knows what would happen if they did! They might share them with the trees, and THEN what would happen? Vengeance would be theirs! SWEET VENGEANCE!!! HELP US, JEEBUS! Shoo-whee. My apologies - I do get carried away from time to time. What I was trying to say was, in keeping with the theory of six deg...

Yeah, I watched it... at least parts of it. Who can resist partaking of at least a slice or two of such rich political theatre? The DNC nominating convention in Denver had some odd moments, to be sure, at least from the television viewer's perspective. I'm still trying to work our, for instance, why they were playing the '70s disco number "Rollercoaster of Love" when Dennis Kucinich was walking up to the podium. (Coincidence? I think not!) Dennis gave a volcanic speech that certainly touched on most of the issues I hold dear, and for that I love him. Jimmy Carter got a video but no speech - his reward for being the only sane mainstream voice on Israel/Palestine. Bill Clinton delivered a senior statesman-like address, making many wonder (myself included) where that particular B.C. was during the primary season. (For a while there, he was replaced by a look-alike good ol' boy. Gratefully, that fucker got put back in the box.) Obama gave a very Obama-like accept...