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From: "Grant K Rauscher" > > Wayne, > Shane has transcribed "Married to My Best Friend" . . . although perhaps > "she's on my pier" is "she's only my peer" ?? Good thing we're clearing up > this hearing thing. When you post the final tally, let me know the URL. > > Shane, > Wayne's address is likely to be found on RanchoBozo.com - not that it > always works, or anything, but it should be around there. :) > > Train, > Mudvayne! > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Shane Hill" | | | | | Inbox Get the latest updates from MSN THANKS A BILLION Hello Wayne, this is jason, guitarist from the band Lullaby Crush. I just wanted to say thanks for putting a kind little blurb about our group on your cool website . And thanks for linking to our website as well…so cool! I have listened to all your songs and I love them. I feel like I'm traveling down a dusty road in an old Ford side step pick up, listening to a far away country station on the radio. Very enjoyable, nice arrangements and lyrics. Thanks again. And we'll see you around. We should be coming back to the Sweet Water open mic real soon. We are also working very hard to get a gig there as well. Sooner or later they will e-mail me back!!!! :O) Jason cole This is an email that honors sister's who create together: Dear Dad...here's a short story Genna and I are working on putting together...she LOVES it and thinks it's gonna be artsy-huge-wonderful...check it out! I love you! BASIL ONO AND MATEO THE DREAD-LESS: Mateo was all about “sentience” and “magnanimity” the little purplepixie learned after her second and his third cup of coffee, sitting in the smoky diner they often frequented. The Brite Spot was a kind of a refuge for this particular nook of the busy Los Angeles maze. This warm summer evening, the fan in the kitchen was broken, so that the Brite Spot took on an ironically hazy atmosphere; light ran in opaque white streams through the double glass doors and the slits in the blinds above the maroon booths, and in solid stripes along the glossy ________ tabletops. The distinct fragrance of bacon and cheap maple syrup lingered in the warm temperature, sweetening the air surrounding pixie and Mateo’s conversation. She batted her wysteria eyelids in confusion and genuine interest in his direction, a nervous habit that had become considerably worse since she began working at the diner in the presence of so many male-shaped angels and demons. Mateo continued to stare almost straight forward and would occasionally, but effectively, rotate his upper torso to look into pixie’s iris eyes if only momentarily for the gesture of a connection before his blue-gray shyness returned and caused him to look away. But his shyness may have been another cloak, pixie thought. Mateo drank another sip of his coffee and flashed his mint-pool eyes, his cheeks dimpling as the corners of his mouth turned upward in an almost cherubic smile. “Satellite of Love” by Lou Reed came over the speakers in the exact right moment in Mateo’s soft-spoken monologue on the subject of love. Moments like that – synchronicity of music to thought – were due to serendipity at the least, either that or Basil Ono was on his way in his 1982 red Volkswagen Fox and had called out the muses as he drove west on Sunset Blvd. Pixie was amazed at Mateo, who had only a week ago cut off his waist long dreads. She was amazed because she had never talked him before without Basil intervening and drawing her focus away from the barely audible tatted-up man. He had an exceptional oral vocabulary, wound words and images together in tapestries that always had the perfect beginnings and endings, with complicated tangents sewn within. He said that he preferred to not simply quote books, but to use his original thoughts instead. But they both realized that most of his perfect-paragraph-tapestries were buttressed by quotes from T.S. Elliot, Einstein, and Nietzche. Besides embodying various hues of the violet spectrum, and being quite inquisitive, Pixie was a smarty, as far as sweet silly gals are concerned. Still, she didn’t know exactly what to make of Mateo, even in the calm of Basil’s temporary absence. She had read some basic nihilist thought, certainly knew, in some detail the contributions Einstein and T.S. Elliot had made to the intellectual world, and why someone concerned with the nature of “sentience” and “magnanimity” would have trouble paying verbal tribute to these geniuses. Although Pixie was not momentarily foggy on the exact definitions of these two paradigms, she attempted to follow the essence of what the now Dread-less Mateo spoke, figuring that open attitude was probably in part, magnanimous. ---NOT DONE...MUCH TO COME--- The little purplepixie realized much later, that in fact, sentience, by definition, was reactionary. SYMBOL SAM HAD SOME HAM TOOK THE HAM AND THREW IT TO SPAM SOMEHOW SYMBOL SAM COULD NOT FIND SPAM CONFUSED TO WHAT TO DO. SYMBOL SAM ASKED A FRIEND TO SPAM . HIS FRIEND BY THE NAME OF ZAVIKI TOLD SYMBOL SAM THIS : " BREAD WITH NO HAM (NOT BUTTER)= NO SPAM SYMBOL SAM WAS NOW VERY AMUZED BY WHAT HIS FRIEND SAID TO SAM THE MAN.. Subject: Worldwide Hippies that Age Name: Wayne Elkin Date Posted: Feb 12, 05 - 8:04 PM IP Address: 66.93.220.153 Email: Wayne@RanchoBozo.com Homepage http://RanchoBozo.com Message: Well John it seems as though we are quite close in age and IQ. I admire your devotion to Heather (you must be a quality person). I too have managed to remain a devoted husband. How 'bout this "two kinda people" theory? There are those who for perhaps a genetic glitch remain faithful without undue effort they may admire an attractive other but it's easy and natural to be faithful . . . . and those who for perhaps a different genetic glitch find it difficult if not impossible to remain faithful . . . now it's those who fight the impulses daily that deserve a "great award" for a life long relationship . . . enough of this. I really would like someone to visit my site RanchoBozo.com and see how an aging hippy site looks from my Northern Californian perspective. There are some who believe that the hippy movement actually has it's roots in the Bay Area particularly San Francisco . . . I do hope someday I get to meet you and Heather in person . . . oh yes I am all (well mostly) inclusive therefore as Rodger of the Byrds once said "Jesus is alright with me . . . " Evidence that the Bay Area is cool (an average of 10 degrees cooler than Souther California): Alan Watts (a Brit) lived there . . . George Harrison's pilgrimage/ Summer of Love . . . Howl by Alan Ginsburg was published by City Lights (San Francisco) Donovan launched his beat cafe in San Francisco . . . Grace Slick, Dan Hicks, Jerry Garcia, Wayne Elkin, and Steven Bajor live or lived in Mill Valley. I'm sure there's more compelling evidence . . . any way I'm only 5'10'' I always wanted to be 6 feet tall too! , , , John you and Heather are invited to visit with us any time . . . now the kids are grown we've got lots of room and no pets. Oh yes I think the FIREpit is operational now so please leave a message. Hippy Rules: Hippies don't need rules . . . it's cool to share . . . do your own thing man . . . peace/peas/piece Yours truly Captain Wayne-O Wayne's Words Moro Bay on the dock Posted By: Wayne Elkin Date: 8/15/03 11:50 a.m. The 27ft sail boat Soop Jon Bee set sail from the mouth of Moro Bay California under the jolly rodger - Captain Wally Dogboy at the helm his loyal first mate aka suburbian cowboy cleted the sheets and opened the beers. The seas were rough according to the cowboy t'was like lash'n the Jon Bee to one of them new jersey mechanical bulls tuned up all the way durring a power surge. |