Babelogue

Yesterdays mention of Bill Hicks has me all un-tethered.

The last time i remember listening to one of his shows was back when i was living in San Francisco. Kevin was visiting and had bought a tape of Rant in E Minor. we listened to it driving through the central valley (at high speed, in a nasty big Ford Thunderbird) on the way to Black Rock Desert.

Bill Hicks is pretty funny when you live in Europa. When you're in the thick of everything that he lambasts, and there by choice, it cuts a little close to the bone. My tolerance for stupidity has always been pretty low - unless it's my own.

These days i don't know what to make of my time 'there'. So many good friends, so much amorphus hatred... and, if i'm honest with myself, the little fella is getting quite well developed these days. It's times like this that i'm glad i'm not political (in the socio-econmic sense), the frustration would be soul destroying.

The Black Rock Playa is one of the most beautiful places i have ever visited. Now, isn't that ironic? Perhaps not, but it certainly doesn't help.