Elvis Presley’s birthday is one week from today on January 8th and so is mine. I will turn 60 years old and Elvis will still be dead. I have outlived most of the people who have had an influence upon me.
Every year Elvis and I celebrate our birthday together. Usually this cosmic communion is via a 15 second sound bite on a local television news broadcast. Somewhere someone will be using the birthday of dead pop star Elvis the Pelvis to hang their advertising on. I never really liked his music that much, but I don’t really get off on mainstream music so in’s not Elvis’ fault.
I support the artists you will never hear about and the places you never go. I like current music via the web, I don’t waste my money on music anymore. I prefer ambient. Chill. Makes me want to blog. Elvis makes me want to turn off pop culture. Elvis only made it to age 48 when he choked to death on a codeine sandwich. Elvis took a bullet for me. I used to love the taste of codeine. Codeine tastes really bitter and painful, but you know you are going to soon experience a euphoria similar to heroin. Birth. School. Work. Death.
Year 2017 Itinerary
This year I am thinking about trying to be gone from the desert between July 4th and Labor Day. I want to go to Salem, Massachusetts, Gloucester, Maine and at least a week in D.C. My entire life I have only been in Washington, DC for a total of 36 hours and that was ten years ago on my 50th birthday. I was thinking about another month in Asia, but my love of American History calls to me this year.
I have been obsessed with Salem, MA after someone I was picking up at LAX told me it was a really sweet little town. When I was in film school I studied the Salem Witch Trials. The witch trials were about ripping off single women’s real property. The Salem Witch Trials are like a mini Nazi genocide episode in histrionic America.
Walking right through American History 6.0 with Paul Revere in Boston. Hanging out with Englishman Robert Smithson in DC and the museum he built as a result of his love affair with America. I got emotional and welled up with tears when I finally saw the Lincoln Memorial in person for the first time. I just love that kind of stuff. Museums are heaven for me. I hope to die in a library in New York in approximately fifty years when I am 110 years old.
Now it’s time for my New Year’s Day Breakfast of hash browns and eggs. Start your New Year with love and health and clean living. Six mile holiday walk up the Chino Cone. Nude kundalini yoga also works really good. That’s what I do.
Sixty Salem Silence
Perfect Storm Sounding off Gloucester
Robert Smithson resting soundly just a few steps up the walkway
And Always Ben Franklin, sleeping prolifically right there on the sidewalk.