A Personal Note To My Historian Pal William "Safari" Manning in South Carolina who wrote a very detailed and fascinating piece on the state of Mi Jackson's Copyrights of Beatles Music-and where it may all stand legally upon his storied demise.:
Jeez Bill. You think lots.
As a former member of The Beatles Fanclub and Monkees Lunchbox buying Public..may I simply state that
Weer sincerely.
Pretty damned lucky for us in the landed(yet forclosed) brain midgetry to have you watching the Stats.
( On a quick Personal note:---I threaten you now with a copy of SWAMPADELIC HOUND DAWG..or better put, a copy of a studio master.
Selection Number 3 "TRUTH SAFARI" may be of special interest.)
This album was completed yesterday upon the demise of the chameleon man-child with previously fleet feet.
Syncronicity. Baby.
There are The Quick, The Dead(one of whom can actually-technically claim the position) and The Tragic Entertainer and apparent Elvis(and Jonny Cash) spawned(inspired) Train Wreck of apparently massive exorbitantly humongus awesome newspaper selling importance.
Weer talking Gravity Here.
The State of The Third Estate Falters No More.
The Print Media gasps and holds it's collective breath(breadth?) in a hearty , eye-popping refrain:
" Katy Gitcher gun! Get that Satellite Frikkin Truck Down Heer NOW!."
Editors Bellow from the Windows of Fleet Street.
(and The Pawtuckett Examiner..)
" Copy! COPY fer a solid YEAR on this one DEAD MUTHAH FUUC-KER."
The Ghost of Randolph Hearst whispers in the time traveling ear of an un-dead Marley-
"Weeee-eer saaa-vvv-ed boys....saaaavedddd.."
(Imagine /Insert soft ethereal REVERB here...)
For Gawd's Sake people.
Wake the Fuckin Fuck Up.
Michael (the Tragic Archangell)Jackson may single-gloved-handedly saved the economy
by O.D.(D.) and remarkable timing.
The Moonwalk of Shiva.
This, Brother Will- (will) not be the last Real Time the Circus will come to town.
I am, by the way impressed by how The Republican Governor of Nevada's(now re-named The Chastity State)
Penis has been interviewed on Oprah.
But wait! There's More!
Never To Be Outdone!
Your Governor's Penis can roll out like a fire hose all the way to Argentina
(They don't call it the Fuckland Islands fer NOTHIN' champ..)
Now here's a truly GREEN statement on yer Resume'.
Think Locally- Fuck Globally.
Between the Governor's(times two) Penile Erectumus Vexatum and Micheal Jackson's Barn-Burner of An Exit- We the American Peoples are sitting like Pigs on tattered couches in Over-financed shit.
Ask a Farmer.
He'll tell you it smells like money.
You can't spend a Hole.
Your esteemed smartass(who- by the way- enjoyed the article and read every word...twict..);
MYSTR Treefrog