Showing posts with label Pogo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pogo. Show all posts

Monday, December 24, 2012

This one's for Matt: a Merry Very Crispness

 
 
 
 
 
 
For my friend Matt Paust, the Hemingway of the Henhouse (his name inspired by this rare photo of Ernest H. at the DayGlo Hotel in Ketchup, Idaho: I don't know how he kept all those cats away).

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 



Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Tuscadera, wheel-a barra, some place in Mexico. . .



Did somebody say Tom Waits? Did somebody say Bob Dylan? This guy combined the best of both. I mean. . . "Wheeling, West Virginia, with everythin' that's in ya. . . " This was the first, and possibly last master of verbal jazz. (And he sang just as badly as both-a dem guys.)