Come Down and Get It

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So I guess my question is, how wasted does one have to get to play this correctly:

VENTILATOR BLUES

Guitar 1 main riff
^
E————————
B————————
G——–0-0-X-3-X–0—0
D——–0-0-X-3-X–0-3-0
A——1—————–
E—3——————–

Optional Guitar 2 main riff
^
E———————————
B——————————–
G————–0—3—0——0–
D———-0—————3—–
A——1————————-
E—3—————————-

X = hit strings with right hand or heavy palm muting

^ = bend ½

Guitar 2 during chorus

Gm Bb F
Ain’t nobody slowing down no way
C (main riff) 2x
Everybody’s stepping on their accelerator
Gm Bb
Don’t matter where you are
F C
Everybody’s gonna need a ventilator

Main riff

Gm Bb F
Everybody walking ’round
C (main riff) 2x
Everybody trying to step on their Creator
Gm Bb F
Don’t matter where you are
(C)
Everybody, everybody gonna need

Guitar 1 Solo (coming soon)

Guitar 2 Main riff to end

Some kind of ventilator (randomly said to end)

Double-Take

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I have no intention of seeing “The Hangover”–a new comedy opening soon–but I have to admit that I did a double-take upon seeing the display ad in the New York Times this morning. For the record, I have no children, and my sunglasses are much cooler than ones pictured here.

Even so, I admit I experienced a weird moment of disassociation upon seeing this picture of Mr. Zach Galifianakis…

Doing the Twist

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Of late, I’ve found myself taking “genre” forms–such a film noir–and twisting them into…well, something else, as theatre pieces. I don’t know where this has been coming from…maybe I’ve been running out of ideas of my own. Anyway, the last half year, I’ve been laboring on “The Rewrite Man” which takes on the spy genre (kind of a Bond pastiche of a Phil Dick story as written by LeCarre…which bends my mind and I wrote the mother). It’s been fun, but I can’t remember writing a piece in so many fragments; so it’s likely a mess. What the hell…it’s always vaguely satisfying to finish something, even if you know the work’s just started. It was also kind of nice to dedicate the play to my gently dashing father, who worked rewrite for Associated Press in the 1950s…as, coincidentally, does the play’s gently dashing protagonist. I kind of felt like I had him watching over my shoulder, a vaguely bemused smile on his face.

This one’s for you, dad.