Tom went "hog wild" in the
studio for 'Frank's Wild Years'. Not only are the musicians playing an off beat frenzy of
bizarreness, but Tom is using his voice like an instrument that
can be stretched, compressed, flicked, flacked, fiddled and many other adjectives that sound like something out of Dr. Seuss.
'Frank's Wild Years' is the sonic equivalent of walking around a carnival, while tripping on 600 micrograms of acid, using glue in a manner not intended by the manufacturer, and drinking Blue Raspberry flavored Mad Dog 20/20 from a brown paper bag.
On the carnival's midway, there's a bizarre crowd of strange characters that society has forgotten, and no one seems to bathe regularly. Zippy the Pinhead is banging some trash can lids, and many of the local yokels for some reason are missing limbs. Kurt Weill is conducting a brass band that's playing out of tune circus marches, as Lewis Carroll dances to it with the bearded lady from the freak show.
It is dirty and smells funny, you're wondering how you got into this back alley of the nether regions, but you still don't want to leave because you're having the time of your life. That, and you aren't really sure how to leave even if you wanted to.
'Frank's Wild Years' is the sonic equivalent of walking around a carnival, while tripping on 600 micrograms of acid, using glue in a manner not intended by the manufacturer, and drinking Blue Raspberry flavored Mad Dog 20/20 from a brown paper bag.
On the carnival's midway, there's a bizarre crowd of strange characters that society has forgotten, and no one seems to bathe regularly. Zippy the Pinhead is banging some trash can lids, and many of the local yokels for some reason are missing limbs. Kurt Weill is conducting a brass band that's playing out of tune circus marches, as Lewis Carroll dances to it with the bearded lady from the freak show.
It is dirty and smells funny, you're wondering how you got into this back alley of the nether regions, but you still don't want to leave because you're having the time of your life. That, and you aren't really sure how to leave even if you wanted to.
"But you're innocent when you dream
When you dream
You're innocent when you dream"
When you dream
You're innocent when you dream"
For the freeload, what's your favorite carnival food?
Talking carnival in june?
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Krapfen! Similar to a donut, but not the same. Only true when they are made of germ dough and filled with apricot marmalade.
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I haven't been to a carnival in decades, but I can remember wolfing down greasy french fries slathered in ketchup. I love your carnival-strolling analogy, Babs. Waits often evokes the barkers and the colored balloons of the midway. And speaking of carnivals, I remember an especially vivid trip to the Nu Pike Amusement Park in Long Beach, south of LA. There was some especially potent orange sunshine happening and the Pike quickly devolved into a shattering parade of images—something like I imagine the bardo of becoming as detailed in The Tibetan Book of the Dead. Drunk sailors, puddles of puke, the stink of diesel generators, the screams of the thrillseekers aboard the roller coaster and octopus, and always the blare of shitty PA speakers blasting rock 'n' roll. Fellini's carnivals always seemed a bit tame after that.
ReplyDeleteit's been a hundred years since i hit a midway
ReplyDeletemy favorite food back then was nibbling on the neck of some sweet young girl or her mother's because that's what one did the food was hot and greasy the beer was warm and the "loving" was easy.
now i'm an old fart retired married and great-grandfathered but there are certain memories one doesn't forget easily
in la louisiane, sugar cane stalks, boudain, or fried alligator; in Minnesota, all you could drink milk and a cone of warm chocolate chip cookies or insane Polish sausage; in Texas, deep fried oreos, dippin' dots, and any and all 'cue...
ReplyDeleteChicken Heads. While obtaining my JD (with a specialty in tax and corporate law) I paid tuition with a summer job on the Carny circuit as a circus geek (actually I was an assistant geek - getting promoted to full geek was all sorts of office politics I didn't want to play). Anyway, I got to chase the live chickens arount the center ring and bite their heads off. Very amusing.
ReplyDeleteCarnivals aren't a big thing in Australia but in Sydney we have the annual Royal Easter Show with such delights as lasagne on a stick - Oh and I've just heard the sad news about Sly Stone - keep dancin' to the music everyone.
ReplyDeleteFunnel cakes!
ReplyDeleteCock on a Stick ..A Nottingham Goose Fair speciality google it I not making it up...
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It's been decades but I always go for a cheesburger n' fries'n gravey!
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Anon RF: Clam Fritters!!
ReplyDeleteNonnenfürzle - similar to Krapfen but very small
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