Sunday, January 03, 2010
Writing a novel? An ugly little novel? Lightnin' Hopkins could do it more lyrically in twelve bars
They say it's snowin' in New York City.
All kinds of people can't get out the door..."
Well, this ain't New York city and po Lighnin is dead, but Dagwood Bumstead can't get out the door this morning for the blizzard and bone chill.
January. Janus.Two faced god of change.
Making the scene with the porn queen. Dagwood isn't very impressed with himself this morning.
Better (worse?) time behind? This Tom Waits scene is no good. Making the scene with tha magazine.
There had been a date, but Dagwood chickened out for the drive to Toronto. Faint heart does not win fair lady.
Playboy in the snow.
Thirty-three years ago, on a bright January day, Dagwood Bumstead, suburban college prof, took his suitcase and typewriter to Pearson International airport to go off to Mexico to write the great Canadian novel.
Should have stayed home.
Sam (Lightni') Hopkins did it better in 12-bar blues:
Back Door Friend
by Sam "Lightnin' " Hopkins
What you gonna do with a woman, yeah, when she got a back do' friend?
What are you gonna do with a woman, yes, when she got a back do' friend?
She just prayin' for you to move out, so her back do' friend can move in
Yes, it's hard to love a woman, yes, you know she got a back do' friend
Yes, it's hard to love a woman, oh Lord, yes, you know she got a back do' friend
Yes, when she prayin' for you to move out, so her back do' friend can move in
Yeah, you know I bought that woman a diamond ring, I thought that she would change
I went home one morn' and I caught her doin', whoa, that same old thing
Now what you gonna do with a mad woman, oh, when she got a back do' friend
When she prayin' all the time for you to move out, so her back do' friend, he can move in
Po' Dagwood Bumstead had no idea.
He thought it was a one-way thing that he did.
In Mexico, there was a back door friend of his own.
Seems so trite and shallow on the surface, so middle class, so well dressed and coiffed all, save for the horrible adulteries going on all around.
So it wouldn't have been better to stay home and write--or try to write, since one is white and Honkies don't do blues very well--a 12 bar blues instead of Bumstead's suburban soap opera.
Odysseus comes home. And the suitors have taken over.
Der bad tag, Dag.
Homer wrote the worldls first novel, flashback and all.
And Dagwood lost one ball.
Including novel with one flashback.
Oh po Lightnin'
Jack and Jill went up the hill.
And Bumstead tumbling down.