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Old Dirt Road

Holy Jesus Fucking Christ I love John Lennon:

Ain't no people on the old dirt road / No more weather on the old dirt road / It's better than a mudslide mamma when the dry spell come, yeah / Oh oh oh old dirt road / Ain't no difference on the old dirt road / Tarred and feathered on the old dirt road / Trying to shovel smoke with a pitchfork in the wind, yeah yeah yeah / Breezing thru the deadwood on a hot summer day / I saw a human being lazybonin' out in the hay / I said uh, hey Mr. Human can ya rainmaker too? / He said I guess it's O.K. ya know the only thing we need is water / Cool, clear water, water / Ain't no people on the old dirt road / No more weather on the old dirt road / Better than a mudslide mamma when the morning comes, yeah / Oh oh oh oh old dirt road / Keep on keeping on / Keep on keeping on / So long, so long / Bye bye

Such deep imagery in lyrics so magnificently simple. Makes me thirsty.

Namesake...

I thought it was about time I made this connection.

When I leave this joint for some further point, the same coal-black sea, will it be waiting?

Gimme Gimme Gimme Your Precious Love

When a man is in love, he'll go to great lengths, most of which make no sense or are of no real value, bordering on the edge of capricious as they might be, but straight from the heart nevertheless, just to hear one little tiny "breathless" word: yes.

Dirty Franks Bar May Be The Happiest Place On Earth

Fuck Disney. The staff and patrons of Dirty Franks leave you with a feeling of hope for humanity. They may not serve food or let you smoke inside but they let you be yourself and no one is too weird or unacceptable. Folks from all walks of life check in and find a comfortable environment among the dinge and the shab of the most notorious dive bar in the City Of Brotherly Love. If you're in Philadelphia, its at the corner of 13th and Pine, diagonally across from The Last Drop coffee house (which serves a great cup, Cafe Dumonde coffee). There's no sign on the building, just pictures of various "Franks" on the exterior and an unmarked door with a tiny red sign informing possible entrants that they must be 21 or older to enter. There's only 1 TV and a very limited selection of beer, but the bloody marys on sunday are legendary and they always have the kamikazes mixed up by the pitcher. There's pinball and darts and they used to have a softball team. There are plenty of menus available to various take-out restaurants that will deliver to the bar, more than making up for the lack of food service. Be forewarned: if you enter during the daylight hours, you'll find yourself not leaving until last call. Did I mention that they have a powerful tractor beam that attracts anyone who likes to drink? You cannot escape until closing time no matter how hard you try. And they show art. What can be better? Go there during the day, when its relatively quiet and watch the History Channel or AMC and grab a random stranger and engage in a conversation. You'll never want to leave.

Dirty Franks Bar May Be The Happiest Place On Earth

Fuck Disney. The staff and patrons of Dirty Franks leave you with a feeling of hope for humanity. They may not serve food there but they let you be yourself and no one is too weird or unacceptable. Folks from all walks of life check in there and find a comfortable environment among the dinge and the shab of the most notorious dive bar in the City Of Brotherly Love. If you're in Philadelphia, its at the corner of 13th and Pine, diagonally across from The Last Drop coffee house (which serves a great cup, Cafe Dumonde coffee). There's no sign, just pictures of various "Franks" on the exterior and an unmarked door with a tiny red sign informing possible entrants that they must be 21 or older to enter. There's only 1 TV and a very limited selection of beer, but the bloody marys on sunday are legendary and they always have the kamikazes mixed up by the pitcher. There's pinball and darts and they used to have a softball team. There are plenty of menus available to various take-out restaurants that will deliver to the bar, more than making up for the lack of food service. Be forewarned: if you enter during the daylight hours, you will find yourself not leaving until last call. Did I mention that they have a powerful tractor beam that attracts anyone who likes to drink? You cannot escape until closing time. And they show art. What can be better? Go there during the day, when its relatively quiet and watch the History channel or AMC and grab a random stranger and engage in a conversation. You'll never want to leave.

More Music Thyme

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Music Thyme

For those of you out there who think I'm just a big asshole, here's some freakin' music. Enjoy!

Panic Time

What do you do when a viral campaign fails miserably? Do you pretend everything is OK and carry on, or do you re-tool your strategy towards more focused targeting instead of the whimsy of madmen? I made a capricious and half-baked attempt at spreading some ill-formed tentacles across the World Wide Web and its all gone horribly wrong.

Those of you who are new to this blog may not understand what is going on here but you'll soon get caught up to speed. I've never done this before (fail). I'm usually good at this (I'm successful AND rich AND I drive a really nice car). Worse yet, I've let someone down in a way bordering on catastrophic.

A relatively unknown painter in the Philadelphia area named Matthew Green asked me to help him get his message out using the latest tricks of the cybersphere and create a vast network to spread the word about his project Five Miles From Times Square, a painting study and research project about the New Jersey Meadowlands, the very same place where Jimmy Hoffa was allegedly laid to rest, and the site of the infamous Miracle At The Meadowlands in the late 70's.

This fabulous project is being seen all over the world and what are people doing with this new found knowledge? Nothing. Nada. They're wasting my time.

I hate to admit when I'm wrong, but we went about this with no regard as to whether or not we were pushing the right buttons or stoking the most viable fires.

You're never 100% right on these things but the campaign's deficiencies can be traced back to inexperience and breakdowns in the following areas:

1) wrong audience/demographics of the worst kind
2) too many loose ends not sufficiently fleshed out
3) random networking connection threads with no logical endpoints
4) really shitty videos
5) indecent exposure

I have only myself to blame for dropping this Hot Potato. I was so upset over this that I almost wrecked my car on the Ben Franklin Bridge this morning. It didn't help that most of this was written via voice memo while driving, nothing but randomly strung together thoughts that make no sense and utilize very poor grammar. Fuck it. It is what it is. There will be time to sing and dance later. For now I gotta right this ship before it gets dashed to bits on the sharp rocks of failure.

On a side note, Green is submitting his latest painting from the project, Muddy Little Secrets #1 to a juried show in Dirty Franks Bar in December. Write a nasty letter to those creeps and tell them to include this wonderful new painting in the show.

–LM

What A Dick

"My goal in life is to achieve fame and fortune, but I'm willing to settle for infamy."
– Matthew Green

Jesus what a dickhead. What a philistine. He's like the Andy Kaufman of the art world.

Matthew Green's Muddy Little Secret

Matthew Green, Muddy Little Secrets I, 30" x 48", oil on canvas, 2010

All is lost. He's gone into the abyss, exploring the deepest, darkest corners of his empty little soul. Nothing's gonna save him now. Not even the squib kick.