i don’t mention the meat puppets often enough, but believe me i think about them. driving to work with a good pups cd blasting is like riding with your ass plugged straight into the mojo socket, all brilliant quirky energy & rapidfire freeassociative lyricpictures from otherwhere. very, very other, matter of fact.
twenty-one little pink salamanders pass me by tonight
twenty-one little red tongues are flickering in my sight
amphibious thoughts are flowing with the salamanders showing
of the “touch of evil” tinted black and white
seventeen fat ripe rats hold stacks of juniper pie aloft
thirty-four clever rat hands are juggling tarts on high
these rodents know the craving for a slice, a sliver or shaving
no request for satisfaction is denied
open wide, open wide
wide open, minded, twisted, thrilling silly on one level, but listen for the logic, it’s intense & also it tickles. all these lies have got me thinking / maybe this is just a thought / soon my ship of thoughts is sinking / slipping through the thinking knot … a person could seriously fall back in love with at least an abstract concept of her life with such a soundtrack as this.
imagine my delight, a few years back sitting enjoying some liner notes & realizing — hey, cris & curt kirkwood — my son kurtwood? yep, subliminally named after the meat puppets. which is perfect.
music is important, have i mentioned that?