On a mountain range
I'm Dr. Strange
For you
I have been listening to a lot of T. Rex since I bought the gong. You know, just followed "Bang a Gong" down the rabbit-hole.
(Did I mention that I bought a gong?
That's right. A fucking gong.
And, I tell you, now I wonder how I lived without it.
It makes for a wonderful punctuation mark to whatever you have to say. It really conveys the declarative, "I have spoken" point that I try to get across at the end of a sentence.
In fact, I am looking into picking up one for the car and one I can just carry around. I think it would be handy for getting the attention of that waitress who spends too much time chatting with other tables when I want the check.
I'm gonna pay a college kid to carrry it and follow me around, like P-Diddy paid that guy to follow him around with an umbrellla.
Nothing really says I have arrived like a servant and a mobile gong.)
Where was I?
Oh yeah, T. Rex.
Good band. For you kids, spend 99 cents, or don't, and download the song Mambo Sun. If you don't like it, I'll give you your money back, or not. If you do like it, then dig deeper, Jeepsters and Planet Queens.
The real reason I wrote though, was this guy at the gym today.
He was about 21-23 years old, maybe 5'10", blond buzz-cut, and an earring in the top of his ear.
He was getting dressed in the locker room when I walked in.
He had "C A N C U N" tattooed across his upper chest in large, maybe 3" stylized letters.
((I amn not making this up.))
So much went through my head. Too much.
I wanted to throw him a huge thumbs-up, slowly nod and say, "Dude. Cancun."
Holy douchebag, Batman.
(Did I mention that I bought a gong?
That's right. A fucking gong.
And, I tell you, now I wonder how I lived without it.
It makes for a wonderful punctuation mark to whatever you have to say. It really conveys the declarative, "I have spoken" point that I try to get across at the end of a sentence.
In fact, I am looking into picking up one for the car and one I can just carry around. I think it would be handy for getting the attention of that waitress who spends too much time chatting with other tables when I want the check.
I'm gonna pay a college kid to carrry it and follow me around, like P-Diddy paid that guy to follow him around with an umbrellla.
Nothing really says I have arrived like a servant and a mobile gong.)
Where was I?
Oh yeah, T. Rex.
Good band. For you kids, spend 99 cents, or don't, and download the song Mambo Sun. If you don't like it, I'll give you your money back, or not. If you do like it, then dig deeper, Jeepsters and Planet Queens.
The real reason I wrote though, was this guy at the gym today.
He was about 21-23 years old, maybe 5'10", blond buzz-cut, and an earring in the top of his ear.
He was getting dressed in the locker room when I walked in.
He had "C A N C U N" tattooed across his upper chest in large, maybe 3" stylized letters.
((I amn not making this up.))
So much went through my head. Too much.
I wanted to throw him a huge thumbs-up, slowly nod and say, "Dude. Cancun."
Holy douchebag, Batman.
Labels: gongs, retarded tattoos, T. Rex
posted by Joe at
6:48 PM
6 Comments:
dude---maybe he was anative to the tribe can-cun and it was his birthright or some such that demanded that he have that tattoo
much like the Yanomamos snorting hallucenoges with vigor just about every chance they got according to mr barnes and 8th grade biology...or was it mr furdek and 9th grade biology...or someone else and psychology class...
think i need to lay off the nasal hallucenogens....eeesh!
oh---and have you named your gong yet?
one possible
"El K-bong!"
after reading that, I'm guessing you wouldn't approve of my birthday gift to myself next month:
a tatoo across my ever so widening and expanding pastey white torso that would read, "thug-life" hidden under the button down shirt and tie I wear every day I come to work thinking about Peter Gibbon's dream about nothing...
In honor of Tu-Pac of course.
Cuz I'm keeping it real in the Yellowstone Valley. Fo Shizzle!!
In the track "Bang a Gong" the laid back guitar riff gives way to an excited drummer who revs up the tempo as the chorus sings,
"Get it on...bang a gong"
Ming, "I"(King of the Americas Productions) get excited.
That gong needs a sturdier frame - will you look into that, please?
Chuck Barris was on to something back in '76...
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