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Friday, February 09, 2007
Del and L. Ron Hubbard

The Path To "Bob"
 
Del Close was in analysis for decades. He learned how to do it from all this therapy and would create an album THE DO IT YOURSELF PSYCHOANALYSIS KIT in 1959! You can hear it here:
http://easydreamer.blogspot.com/2005/12/week-38-christmas-countdown-second.html   Del was a science fiction fan so he was drawn to Hubbard- a science fiction writer who did psychotherapy and hypnotherapy. Del had a love affair with the theories of Buddhism and found Hubbard's ideas of reincarnation fascinating. He never got off booze in all his years in therapy with all the therapists he went to, the behaviorists would do that. He credited Hubbard with one important thing however, Hubbard got Del to leave the carny world and have the courage to hit the stage.
 
One day Del went into Hubbard's office and was shocked to discover that his therapy sessions were over. Hubbard was excited, he was going to turn his theories into something new called dianetics. Del was hurt, Confused. He pleaded with Hubbard to keep seeing him, but Hubbard was about to change the world. As Del moaned about what he was going to do now, Hubbard got up, walked over to him, and slapped him across the face. "That's all you ever really needed", Hubbard told Del.
 
This incident is in the DC comic book WASTELAND that Del did with writer John Ostrander.
 
One day Del and I were sitting around and he told me this story and wondered why Hubbard never tried to get him into Scientology.
 
"Maybe its because some people were born to join a religion", I said, " and others to create one".
 
 
THEY SAY DON'T DO THIS
AND DON'T DO THAT
AND THEN GOD WILL LIKE YOU
I DON'T LIKE IT
I DON'T LIKE IT
I DON'T LIKE IT
AND GOD DON'T LIKE IT TOO!
 
I have no idea what SubGenius preacher first spotted Dr. Scott preaching on television, but there is no question the first SubGenius Church preachers owed Dr. Scott big time. He was an inspiration and a revelation. There was no one like him in the world of televangelism. No one has topped him yet.
 
When the IRS went after him to get his list of contributors he fought them and spent a million bucks a week in fines rather than give up the names. After more than a year of this, the IRS threw in the towel and he got all the money back- plus interest! At the height of his fight he went on air showing himself with two stunning models, all three of them wearing neck to ankle fur coats. He announced he was going to start buying race horses!
 
Was that gutsy, or crazy? Who knows. That was Dr. Gene Scott. At one point in his battle, he asked contributors to send a note with their donation, saying DR. SCOTT CAN DO WHATEVER HE WANTS WITH THIS MONEY! I'm sure the IRS loved that.
 

"A skinflint may get to Heaven, but what awaits him are a rusty old halo, a skinny old cloud, and a robe so worn it scratches. First-class salvation costs money."

And he cussed! Shocking all the other TV preachers. One of his songs,  "Kill a Pissant for Jesus." was called blasphemy by other preachers.

"You ever meet Christians? You wish you could shove a pipe in their mouth. Anything to shut them up."

If there was anything he hated more than the IRS- it was the FCC. If he wanted to curse during his preaching, they should just shut the hell up and listen!

Quote: "While other pastors denounce homosexuality, abortion, adultery, profanity and drinking, Scott refuses to condemn such behavior. He leaves worshipers free to make their own choice without coercion. "I don't ask you to change when you come here," he instructs the congregation. "I take you as you are, as God takes me as I am."  http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/religion/dr-gene-scott/   "Closet" watchers of The Festival of Faith at one point included Johnny Carson, Art Carney, Gene Hackman, Paul Newman, Robert Redford, and Burt Reynolds. They'd sit around in a group watching Dr. Scott, and then call the number on the screen. Celebrities were enthused: this was unlike anything they'd ever seen on a television program, and the host was charismatic."

Quote (from the above link) "Dr. Scott spends weeks and months at a time on marvelously conspiratorial topics: the Pyramids, Atlantis, Roswell UFO's, Stonehenge, the Amityville poltergeists - even the Philadelphia Experiment. During Sunday sermons, Scott admonishes his congregation not to seek God's blessing from a priest, the Pope or a place of worship. "And you're sure not going to get it from a motel with Jimmy Swaggart," he cracks."

"I'm not selling forty-pound Bibles, or water from Jordan, or 4,000 plastic crosses made by the Japanese and sold to Arabs. I don't send out 'healing cloths' or tear up my shirt. I say: what's what I've done worth? Whatever the meal I've fed you is worth, pay up. I'm not trying to save anybody. I think if you reject Christianity, you should do it intelligently."

You can imagine how the Christian right took such comments! But no one could stop him. He was and is on everything from satellite radio, to Christian TV (he is still on channel 38 on COMCAST), to the internet, to the most obscure worldwide radio bands. Ever see the movie VIDEODROME? It could have been about him! He turned sermons into rants, and he seemed to be loving every second of it.

You can still find him raising hell on the net 24/7,   http://dr.genescott.org/

He passed away over a year ago, yet his preaching still continues to attract the kinds of people that would never watch a televangelist.

He proved one thing that would prove a powerful lesson for Subgenius preachers- you don't have to be stupid to talk religion. You could be funny. It would have been far too easy to ridicule religion. He showed us all how to have fun with it.

Into this blender of influences, let's add  JIMMY SWAGGERT!

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Friday, February 16, 2007
The Road To "BOB"- Swaggert!

I AM NOT AN ATHEIST BECAUSE OF HYPOCRISY IN RELIGION. I AM AN ATHEIST BECAUSE I DON'T BELIEVE IN GOD.
Penn Jillette on his radio show to Michael Goudeau.
 
 
 
 
It was 1988. Subgenius preachers were in shock. Jimmy Swaggert, cousin of Jerry Lee Lewis and Mickey Gilley, had been caught in a sleazy motel with a hooker.
 
 
It hit the Church like a ton of bricks. Early preachers like Janor Hypercleates and the Pope of New York had patterned themselves in a fashion after him. After Gene Scott he was the second most influential earth preacher on the Church of the Subgenius.
 
He was real. He had to have the demons that haunted Jerry Lee Lewis, yet he controlled them.
 
Or so we thought.
 
It actually hit the Church harder than his own church, we had come to see him as the yin to Jerry Lee's yang.
 
Turns out, they both live in the shadows.
 
How do I know? In 1991 he was pulled over by police, and he had a hooker he had just picked up in his car. The press didn't make a big deal out of this because by this time he had faded.
 
But at his prime......
 
Swaggert had taken over his church after the head (Marvin) was caught in an affair. It was a hostile take over. When the Bakers and their PTL Club fell apart he was happy, and called them a cancer on Christianity! The guy who exposed him for going to hookers- was the one he had replaced. He paid the guy money until he got tired of it, and the guy went public.
 
"In March 89, some woman named Catherine Campen gave an interview to Penthouse magazine, in which she claimed to have had an extramarital affair with the preacher. Between July 87 and January 88, they had met up on ten separate occasions. She mentioned beating him with a riding crop, but only after Swaggart convinced her to do it.

Then in July, Penthouse ran an exclusive interview with the prostitute, Debra Murphree. She claimed that Jimmy once inquired whether he could fuck her child:

He'd ask me if I'd ever let anyone screw my daughter when she was that young, and I said, "No, She's only nine years old." He asked me if she started developing or if she had any hair down there. [...] "I can picture my cock going in and out of a pussy like that," he said.

These revelations were a sales and marketing bonanza for Penthouse magazine"  http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/religion/televangelists/jimmy-swaggart/ 

It was a sad day when Swaggert revealed himself. We had grown to like the guy. I know I had. Now I'd rather drink with his cousin Jerry Lee. If you are gonna whore, shouldn't you be in a religion that condones whoring?

Now before I get to "Bob" and close this chapter, I have to move. I'll be back in a couple of weeks.

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Sunday, March 04, 2007
LSD Changes Comedy

 
THE FIRESIGN THEATRE
 
 
From the moment CIA agent Albert Hubbard began handing LSD out to people he deemed worthy bypassing the middle man, psychiatrists, the perception of the world began to shift. Within one generation the common knowledge would go from us conquering earth to wanting to help it, from being masters of the animal kingdom to vegetarians, from segregation and race laws to integrated police forces and today a Black man running for President.
 
Hubbard passed it out to Aldous Huxley, Timothy Leary, Allen Ginsberg, many others, not street quality LSD but military proof LSD. Half the CIA thought LSD would be great to use in warfare and half thought it could change the universe.
 
The half that thought it could do good went out of their way to convince the squares to try it. Hubbard himself would dose the coffee machine at the CIA cafeteria.
 
Imagine that. The CIA cafeteria you might see the same person everyday for years, and never know their real name or what they do. Here you are in your crewcut thinking about killing Castro when you suddenly notice a ray of light hitting your coffee and you see the texture of the liquid as you never have before and your cream! What is happening to your cream? So you pour some into the cup and look at the pattern. Hey wait a second..... I'm dosed! You look up and there is Hubbard, laughing his ass off.
 
Our tax dollars at work.
 
The squares kept trying to turn it into a weapon. They had a whore house in San Francisco and would dose the john (customer) and then film the person having sex with a hooker employed by the government. I'm sure this idea looked good on paper.
 
It seemed like each person who tried the drug at this time went on to become promoters of the drug and a creative lifestyle.
 
There were problems. No one in those days understood depression. If you had problems with depression, couldn't get out of bed or had crying spells, doctors would tell you to snap out of it and maybe prescribe speed, amphetamines.
 
People who years later would be diagnosed as bi-polar or suffering from depression in those days had no idea LSD was not a good idea for them.
 
LSD would change movies, TV, clothes, music, art by 1970- the crewcuts would give way to at least longer sideburns. LSD would also change comedy.
 
THE FIRESIGN THEATRE saga begins in 1966 when the comedy team did a three hour long form radio improvisation that left the hippies listening on KPFK radio stunned. LSD consciousness had hit Los Angeles and it was on the radio. These weren't jokes ala ROWAN AND MARTIN'S LAUGH IN this was a long form psychedelic trip into the heart of radio and media. This was genius, and tapes circulating spread the word to comedians all over the nation. The rules of comedy had just been changed.
 
 
 
By 1968 when the first album came out, WAITING FOR THE ELECTRICIAN OR SOMEONE LIKE HIM every hippie in America was waiting for this album. It lived up to the hype, not only were these guys hip enough to know about tripping, the album sounded great tripping!
 
Hippies had their own form of comedy, and Vegas comedians suddenly seemed very square.
 
This album was followed by HOW CAN YOU BE TWO PLACES AT ONCE WHEN YOU'RE NOT ANYWHERE AT ALL? and the masterpiece, DON'T CRUSH THAT DWARF HAND ME THE PLIERS we had all begun memorizing entire chunks off the albums.
 
LSD had also changed Del's comedy. Del had heard about the wonders of LSD, so when he discovered the Army was doing REM tests he jumped at the chance to try it. The Army didn't wait for you to go to sleep to try the tests on rapid eye movement. They injected you with LSD and had you lie down and close your eyes! Del was up for three tests, but by the second test wanted to do more than just lie on a table with his eyes closed. And he wanted to go to New York and try his hand at fame.... so he didn't show up for the third test.
 
He did however, send a letter to the Army with his new address and a request for payment on the two tests.
 
The Army replied with a letter that he had only completed two of the requirements to receive payment, and that he owed the U.S. Army one dream.
 
The monolog continues with the Discordians and a writing movement from France which launched the long form improv movement.....

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Sunday, March 11, 2007
Nothing is forbidden......

If organized religion is the opium of the masses, then disorganized religion is the marijuana of the lunatic fringe.

Principia Discordia

There are no rules anywhere. The Goddess Prevails" -The Discordian Society, page 00032

  • "To choose order over disorder, or disorder over order, is to accept a trip composed of both the creative and the destructive. But to choose the creative over the destructive is an all-creative trip composed of both order and disorder. To accomplish this, one need only accept creative disorder along with, and equal to, creative order, and also willing to reject destructive order as an undesirable equal to destructive disorder." -Greyface and Negativism, page 00063
  • "Erisians seldom pray, it is much too dangerous." -On prayer, page 00012
  • "[The Ancient Greeks] cannot be trusted with historic matters. 'They were,' She added, 'Victims of indigestion, you know.'" -Eris - What We Know about Eris (not much), page 00015
  • "The tendency for entropy to increase in isolated systems is expressed in the second law of thermodynamics -- perhaps the most pessimistic and amoral formulation in all human thought." -On Norbert Weiner, page 00047
  • "There is serenity in Chaos. Seek ye the Eye of the Hurricane." -Page 00059
  •  
    I'm not sure when Del came upon PRINCIPIA DISCORDIA.... it might have been when he was with Ken Kesey and the Acid Test.
     
    Now this brings up several issues best dealt with in the monolog chapter. Which is this one.
     
    First, how on earth can you, the reader believe the stories written of here?
     
    There was a great hillbilly bar in the loop at 54 West Randolph Street, where the Psychotronic Film Society was based as was the Woods grindhouse movie theater. The hillbilly bar was where the working class whites would go and listen to the SUNDOWNERS play cool old school country (including a great version of GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY one of my top five favorite songs).
     
     I had discovered the bar when I was living downtown illegally after Art Girl (more on that later) and even tried many of the over 50 kinds of chili they had there. The Woods showed Black films and the Bar Double R catered to transplanted southern whites. Quite a mix passed each other every day.
     
    The bar itself was caked in tobacco residue which gave everything country and western on the walls a yellow hue. The jukebox was a country music fans dream machine.
     
    So Del and I are sitting in the bar, I'm drinking beer and he's talking to me about doing GET SMART! and what that show was like to work on when all of a sudden a redneck looked up and said, "He's kiddin' ya kid" and I saw at least two episodes he was on but as the comments came up from the patrons sitting at the bar I watched as Del was disbelieved. He laughed it off, said he had more fun doing his scene with Sean Connery in THE UNTOUCHABLES and the bar was having none of that.
     
    No one believed him!
     
    Biographers have had problems sorting out the myth from the mythtakes to the point where one author I knew had his editor strike a portion of an article that mentioned Del running the light show for the Ken Kesey Acid Tests while blasted on speed. When the bus came to town those "in the know" would get ready for an LSD party. There was no corroborating evidence so it couldn't be written about.
     
     
    I got a bootleg video from eBay of Acid Test footage and watched it before setting up my play THE ACID TEST 1966 ( I played Albert Hubbard the CIA agent that turned on a nation as well as directed that show) with musical genius Mark Mothersbaugh and lo and behold in the middle of the footage- was Del. Doing the light show and speeding his brains out. That editor was wrong. So were the people at the bar.
     
    How do you know Del had L. Ron Hubbard for a therapist, was in GET SMART or THE UNTOUCHABLES with Sean Connery or anything else for that matter?
     
    Because I fucking say so, that's why. Frankly my life has been far too interesting to have to make up anything. It simply isn't necessary.
     
    Del is even more so.
     
    Got it?
     
    Now where was I, oh yes, the Discordians.
     
    Here was the chain of counter culture command for the baby boomer crowd, in order of appearance after World War 2:
     
    OUTLAWS/ DELINQUENTS/PARTY TILL YOU PUKE -
    http://www.boozefighters18.com/frames_history.html  (click on the link for the true story of the biker "riot" that became the basis for the Marlon Brando and Lee Marvin film THE WILD ONE.
    favorite drugs: Booze
     
    BEATS aka BEATNIK a play on the Russian word Sputnik and a putdown.
    Favorite drugs: booze, coffee, speed, heroin. More speed.
     
    DIGGERS - believed that everything should be free, and made me many a great meal!
     Between the Beats and the hippies- favorite drugs- what you got?
     
    HIPPIES -

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    High Society - Hippies, Yippies & Diggers

    How the 60's rebels shaped today's world 14 Apr 2005 40 min To understand what really went down in the 60's, DML shows clips from the documentary "Les Diggers de San Francisco", "The Great Debate - Yippie Vs. Yuppie" (Abbie Hoffman debating Jerry Rubin in 1986 in Vancouver), George Carlin's "Back in Town" (2003) and David's interview with Noam Chomsky from 1995. Be warned - this show has naked hippies dancing and smoking drugs.
    http://www.pot-tv.net/archive/series/pottvseries-12-6.html
    FAVORITE DRUGS: High man!
     
    The Discordians came out sometime between the beats and the Diggers and saw order in chaos. Or at least, in the book stated that chaos was as important as order and has its own unique emerging order- about 50 years before physicists said the same thing and centuries after Zen Buddhists made much the same argument.
     
    After the war men had enough of order. The founders of the Hell's Angels had been in the military! Men began to wonder if they should rush into marriage after high school and PLAYBOY arrived on the scene to tell those men there was fun to be had before settling down. Beats broke from the order of the day- practicing free loving and free drugging, with their minds wrapped around poetry and Buddhism and heroin and anything to be different from the L7's, the squares. The Diggers had survived the downers and uppers, and enjoyed watching one American style dying out as a new one emerged.
     
    Of course women would respond in kind and begin wondering about their place as the men did as well.

    Principia Discordia was a written drug high, a blast that began with five copies made of it and was reprinted, added to, quoted from and built over the years. It would lead to the ILLUMINTUS TRILOGY http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Illuminatus%21_Trilogy  which is well worth wrapping your brain around.

    World War 2 had many effects on the people of the time- but the vast majority were "with the program". There weren't a lot of beats, yet their influence continues to this day. There weren't but five potential Discordians, and it grew as hipsters discovered it.

    Del had discovered that when you went with improv and just a few rules, from chaos scenes would emerge. Could a structure be devised that would lend itself to long form improvisations?

    Some French authors writing to a very small audience, held the key .

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

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    Sunday, April 01, 2007
    Del's Inspiration

     

    Del Close was inspired by the French Oulipo writing movement to create and build on improvisation.

    Oulipo

    From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

    Oulipo stands for "Ouvroir de littérature potentielle", which translates roughly as "workshop of potential literature". It is a loose gathering of (mainly) French-speaking writers and mathematicians, and seeks to create works using constrained writing techniques. It was founded in 1960 by Raymond Queneau

     and François Le Lionnais.

    Other notable members include novelists like Georges Perec and Italo Calvino, poets like Oskar Pastior or Jacques Roubaud, also known as a mathematician.

    The group defines the term 'littérature potentielle' as (rough translation): "the seeking of new structures and patterns which may be used by writers in any way they enjoy".

    Constraints are used as a means of triggering ideas and inspiration, most notably Perec's "story-making machine" which he used in the construction of Life: A User's Manual. As well as established techniques, such as lipograms (Perec's novel A Void) and palindromes, the group devises new techniques, often based on mathematical problems such as the Knight's Tour of the chess-board and permutations

    Oulipian works

    Some examples of Oulipian writing:

    Roubaud's La Belle Hortense, a whimsical detective story, in which six princes, all brothers, are suspects. All six appear in turn, in a different sequence each time. One of the six breaks the pattern: this is a clue that he is the culprit.

    Queneau's Exercices de Style (Exercises in Style ), in which he tells the same simple story ninety-nine times, each in a different style.

    Queneau's Cent Mille Milliards de Poèmes (Hundred Thousand Billion Poems) is inspired by children's picture books in which each page is cut into horizontal strips which can be turned independently, allowing different pictures (usually of people) to be combined in many ways. Queneau applies this technique to poetry: the book contains 10 sonnets, each on a page. Each page is split into 14 strips, one for each line. The author estimates in the introductory explanation that it would take approximately 200 million years to read all possible combinations.

    Constraints

    Some Oulipian constraints:

    The "N+7" method: Replace every noun in a text with the noun seven entries after it in a dictionary. For example, "Call me Ishmael. Some years ago..." (from Moby Dick) becomes "Call me islander. Some yeggs ago...". Results will vary depending upon the dictionary used. This technique can also be performed on other lexical classes, such as verbs.

    Snowball: a poem in which each line is a single word, and each successive word is one letter longer.

    Lipogram: Writing that excludes one or more letters. The previous sentence is a lipogram in B, F, H, J, K, Q, V, Y, and Z (it doesn't contain any of those letters.)

    The prisoner's constraint (a.k.a the "macao" constraint) is a type of lipogram that omits letters with ascenders and descenders (b, d, f, g, h, j, k, l, p, q, t, and y).

    Palindromes

    In 1960 Del was at Second City when he discovered the writing revolution going on in France. The vast majority of French readers had never heard of it, let alone Americans, but in those days science fiction geeks could sense ripples world wide. In the stifling world of America in the late 1950's, they searched for creativity everywhere.

    Imagine writing a story in which every sentence begins with the same first word. This is Oulipian. All the websites, books, articles I've ever seen on Del never mention how Del got the idea to go from ad lib, to improv, to oulipian constraints which would lead to the Harold. Perhaps I was the only person who ever asked him what his inspiration was.

    All comedians already live with the law of threes- vaudeville comedians discovered a joke would work three times to the same audience and passed the info down for decades. But how to create a form of comedy that was a group activity, on stage, in which the individual would shine? Del, a fan of Ayn Rand, wanted to create a group activity that would allow the individual to shine. A contradiction? Not if he made it work.

    And from Bill Murray to John Belushi to Chris Farley- he certainly would.

    The idea that a group would be given the same constraints and create a wonderful, fragile environment in which individual creativity would shine became his goal.

    But there are many, many constraints possible. Del always wanted the Harold form, the name he would years later give to his long form improv style, to grow and be used not only in comedy but drama, science fiction, horror, mystery ( oh yeah- don't even tell me that wouldn't be a great mystery), romance- every narrative form.

    Sadly the people he worked with in the end lacked such vision, and now Harold ( also the slang term for heroin in the UK ) is strictly a improvisation exercise for middle class kids who want to be famous.

    As opposed to wanting, needing to create.

    And Del needed to create. Anyone who has done improvisation can now spot the constraints.  When I did improv comedy with THE WRECKING CREW** around 2000 instead of having the audience yell out subject matter- we would have them yell out constraints! 

    Today almost all improv schools follow the same formula- put students through different levels while dangling a carrot that 1 or 2 people might be hired by SNL and became famous.

    Because being famous today is seen as the goal.

    It was not always so.

    Del years later from 1960 at Crosscurrents, a bar that he would work from after being fired by Second City, would need to have a show up by the weekend to make his rent. Working with students he could teach novices long form in just 4 hours! So can I.

    But there is no money in that. Levels of improv were introduced, and students wishing a lottery ticket like chance at fame would go through classes until they were "ready" for long form.

    How long does it take to learn a fucking game?

    The first chapter of this saga was written in the style of the Harold. This chapter has been the monolog.

    I'll bet you can guess what style the next chapter will be written in!

    END OF CHAPTER 2: THE MONOLOG

    Cyber footnotes

    Would you like to try your hand at a Oulipian constraints exercise? Go here:  http://home.earthlink.net/~eater/oulipo/index.html

    Here is the French website for the movement.  http://www.oulipo.net/  To translate from the French go to the almighty Google (TM) search page

    http://google.com  and you will notice to the right of the search box are the words LANGUAGE TOOLS. Click on that to enter the above website and translate it from French to English!

     **The Wrecking Crew never played comedy clubs. We did however do midnight shows at the Biograph, the Music Box movie theaters in front of audiences of anywhere from 80 to several hundred people. From Rogers Park coffee shops to near northside art galleries. The way improv schools work, audiences are usually composed of comedy teams who leave when they are done, parents and friends of the team There is rarely pay. Doing long form comedy in front of punk rockers, horror film fans (we even did a horror movie convention!), midnight stoners remains in my memory quite a peak.

    However, there is such a glut of improv in Chicago- the press long ago decided to only cover a few schools. And Reader critics weren't going to stay awake to midnight to review us! It was difficult to get the press to understand what we were doing, and what made it different.

                                                                                                                                                          

     

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    Monday, April 09, 2007
    SubGenius Slack Letters!

    INTERMISSION
     
    Before I move on to the next chapter, thought this would be a good time to print some of the responses this blog has generated.
     
    Nice to see you on the net and writing well. Check out myspace page:
     
    Thanks!
     
    Who are you?
     
    I'm a holy man.
     
    What do you do?
     
    DJ. Write, produce and direct theatre and film.
     
    What is this all about?- CR
     
    Beats me. We'll both find out as the work progresses.
     
    Your holiness,
     
    Ok, that's better!
     
    Did this shit really happen or is this taken from an old issue of Hustler?- Mike Woloshin
     
    It really happened, it really is happening, those letters in HUSTLER were made up by the way!
     
    More Del please! - Name
     
    Plenty more coming.
     
    I have never read anything like this before. One part of the second chapter I followed the links to, for example. I watched a 45 minute long documentary on hippies and diggers, read pages of text and before I knew it, one section of one chapter had me involved for over 2 hours. This makes books look very old. A biography written as a blog with full use of the web is just as impressive as you writing in the different comedy forms. Some brave book company should put this on a disc! - Patrick Rogers
     
    Thanks.
     
    This should be a book. I'm not kidding. There are enough references already to so many different people who would be interested even if they didn't know about Del, this could really be huge. - Bryan Wendorf, Chicago Underground Film Festival
     
    Thanks.
     
    The Oulipo section was really good. - Geoff Plitt, Improv Teacher
     
    Thanks.
     
    A great read. Nice to see "our" history get recorded. - Jeremiadist
     
    Well it is a different way of looking at it. Thanks.
     
    Are you an apologist for Scientology?
     
    No. As an atheist, all religions look equal to me. If they serve as a community, fulfill basic requirements they are not a cult. Scientology is as much a religion as Catholicism. And can be just as expensive! And I can't wait to get to the untold story of the 1982 Subgenius Convention- think the craziest scene Hunter S. Thompson ever concocted- on peyote! I don't apologize for that either.
     
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    Thursday, April 12, 2007
    Music Mayhem@SubGenius Slack!

    CHAPTER THREE:
     
    Cause I'm N Luv Wit a Stripper
    There's a man going around taking names and he decides
    Can you hear me when I call
    And at my feet eternity tries ever sweeter plans for me
    But the Early Mornin, Stoned Pimp is here
    "Baby don't walk away from me (oh no, no,no)"
     
    'cause that's my woman there
    "I'm sorry for what she's done."
    Dont take your love to town
    And I'm the one who cares
    I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
     
    Don't go promising the skies tonight
    When the stars fall from the sky, when the world cannot make me cry
    How do you speak to the prettiest girl
    On the day after forever I'll just begin again
    Do I worry `cause you're stepping out
     
    You've got your own way of looking at it baby
    Maybe I'll understand why you had to leave
    It's been the ruin of many a poor girl
    Picture it if you will, heaven right here on earth 
    I used to be a dancer at the local strip club
     
    You can't get money for blood
    Money for rope
    She's like heroin
    There are plenty of ways you can hurt a man
    Tell me quick, ain't love a kick in the head?
     
     
    The above song is made of a line taken from existing songs. 25 songs total. How many songs do you recognize?
     
    END OF CHAPTER 3







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    Thursday, April 19, 2007
    What Was In Music Mayhem!

    CHAPTER 4
     
    Don't know how many of the songs you could identify in my experiment, but here is the list. Now if I had time to mix this.......
     
    Cause I'm N Luv Wit a Stripper-- I'M IN LOVE WIT A STRIPPER by T Pain
     
    There's a man going around taking names and he decides -     THE MAN COMES AROUND By Johnny Cash
    Can you hear me when I call -  Can You Hear Me By Renaissance
    And at my feet eternity tries ever sweeter plans for me - Ship Of Fools By Robert Plant
    But the Early Mornin, Stoned Pimp is here - Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp By Kid Rock
    "Baby don't walk away from me (oh no, no,no)" - Don't Walk Away By Jhean
     
    'cause that's my woman there - Gimmie Three Steps By Lynryd Skynyrd
    "I'm sorry for what she's done." - As I Went Out One Morning By Bob Dylan
    Dont take your love to town - Ruby By Kenny Rogers
    And I'm the one who cares - The Only One Who Cares By Reeba McIntire
    I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire - Ring Of Fire By Johnny Cash
     
    Don't go promising the skies tonight - Crazy Beautiful By Hanson
    When the stars fall from the sky, when the world cannot make me cry- By When The Stars Fall From The Sky By Stiff Little Fingers
    How do you speak to the prettiest girl - How Do You Speak To An Angel By Lou Reed
    On the day after forever I'll just begin again - Day After Forever By Bing Crosby
    Do I worry `cause you're stepping out - Do I Worry By Frank Sinatra
     
    You've got your own way of looking at it baby - The Hard Way By Keith Urban
    Maybe I'll understand why you had to leave - I wish You'd Stay By Brad Paisley
    It's been the ruin of many a poor girl - House Of The Rising Sun By Traditional
    Picture it if you will, heaven right here on earth - Love Can Change Your Mind By Lonestar
    I used to be a dancer at the local strip club - Volvo Driving Soccer Mom By Everclear
     
    You can't get money for blood - Love For Tender By Elvis Costello
    Money for rope - Gimmie Some Truth By John Lennon 
    She's like heroin -She's Like Heroin By System Of A Down
    There are plenty of ways you can hurt a man - Another One Bites The Dust By Queen
    Tell me quick, ain't love a kick in the head? - Ain't That A Kick In The Head By Dean Martin

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    Monday, April 23, 2007
    Del's Carny Life

    THE CARNY
     
     
    Del was quiet in the corner, surrounded by the carny folk that had taken him in. He looked over the people who had worked the carny and tried to keep up with what they were saying but couldn't. He was hearing words he'd never heard before. Beans and Fireball and a girl said her gadget was broke and lugen and talker what the hell were they talking about?
     
    One girl chewing gum turned to him and said, "Who is the gazoonie?" , and Del panicked. Was he being asked a question to answer? Was a gazoonie some name, or an object, or was she asking him about someone else?
     
    Red said, " I think he's a Backyard Boy, unless he screws the carny".
     
    The girl eyed Del and said, " You a gazoonie kid?" and Del was paralyzed. Am I? Could I be a gazoonie? Is that good or bad or-
     
    "Hey Red tell us a jackpot", said the girl taking a swig from the bottle of wine and then handing it to Del who took a swig and decided the thing to do was pass the bottle on. Del had already been told not to ask anyone their names, or where they were from, or anything else for that matter. So he'd met Chuckles, Baby Doll, Red and Happy earlier. He was the only one, he realized,  actually going by his real name.
     
    Red had taken him under his wing, which was great because he could skip the hard work of setting up and breaking down the show. He was going to work as talent in the carny! Running away from home to join the carny was looking like a smart move. Red had been with the carny 20 years and seemed like a great guy. Red's hands were wrinkled, his hair had parted leaving a bald spot on top, but he still slicked down the sides, for the ladies.
     
    Red puffed on his cigar and let the smoke escape from his mouth. " I saw her while I was working the A & S." he noticed Del looked surprised. "That's age and scale kid, you guess the marks age and weight. Always undercut the girls age and she'll still say you're right" he laughed as the carny folk laughed along.
     
    "She wore a yellow dress".
     
    The room suddenly went quiet. Herc, the strongman, visibly let his shoulders drop, and he stared ahead into some unknown void. The others waited, hanging on every word.
     
    What the hell is the big deal about a yellow dress Del wondered.
     
     
    " I guess she was a size 2. Every wallet on the grounds was staring at her, even the family men. Her dress clung to her body. Her skin was like cream and the dress length stopped at the knees so you could see her legs. She had it all. I saw the dress, I saw the color, but I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her red hair touched her shoulders and she wore a matching yellow hat. The yellow color was there, but I couldn't not talk to her.
     
    " So I walked up to her, and offered to show her around". Red took a drag on the gar, and watched the smoke go into the air. No one said a word.
     
    "Her voice was sexy, a raspy voice like Lauren Bacall and all of a sudden I hear a talker yell out to me so I yell back, With it and he stops and we walk on". Del thought, 'with it'- that must mean he's with the carny so don't waste your spiel. Your talk.
     
    " It was the last night and I had no time to wine and dine, so I told her I'd like to kiss her and she said ok and I kissed her and as I did I felt a hand on my shoulder. I stopped and turned around and here was a big truck driver of a guy, all muscle looking me square in the eyes.
     
    "He asked me what I was doing with his wife".
     
    Red took a draw from his gar and looked around the spellbound room.
     
    Chuckles, who never chuckled or laughed as far as Del could tell leaned in, "What you do Red?" he almost whispered.
     
    " I had to think fast. I liked my teeth in my mouth, so I started talking the talk. I told him I was sorry, I didn't know and didn't notice her ring. His hand clamped down on my shoulder. It was starting to hurt. So I says, I think you two have a great act!" Red said with a smile.
     
    "This big galoot of a guy released his grip. What act he asked? I told him we needed a Key Girl. He asked what that was.
     
    "I said we needed a girl to tell guys she would sleep with them but they have to buy a key from me, and the last night we are here they can go to the local hotel and sleep with her. He grabs my shoulder again and asks me what kind of girl do I think she is and I quickly tell him she won't be there because we leave the town after the last show. These guys show up to an empty room. We give the hotel guy juice before we leave to humor all the guys when they show up to an empty room! The three of us split the dough.
     
    "Now if the guy is a mark with a lotta dough and married we have the guy show up and the girl is there. But you come running in see, and threaten the guy. Unless he pays you some dough, you are calling the papers or his wife or whatever works. So this big galoot starts smiling  at me. I can tell he likes the idea. So he looks up at me and says, Sounds ok. By the way, she's really my sister!" and Red starts laughing and everyone starts laughing except Chuckles who smiles for the first time and even Del starts laughing though he isn't sure why.
     
    " He screwed the carny after two months and left with all our dough, so she and me we started doing the key girl routine ourselves. Tonight is the anniversary of when we met, stand up baby".
     
    Everyone oooed and awed as she rose, more of a size 8 now than a 2 but her face was beet red from the story and she ran over and hugged Red.
     
    Red just smiled with the gar in his hand. "I told you I'd always remember baby doll."
     
    Happy held up the bottle of wine "That's the first yellow story I ever heard with a happy ending! Cheers!", and he took a swig and passed it on as everyone congratulated Red and Baby Doll. The bottle passed to Del and he started to pass it on but Red looked over to him and said, "Hey kid, take a swig. No work tonight, and tomorrow is your first day of school. So lets break out more bottles and drink up!" and Del took a sip and thought to himself, "I have found home".

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    Friday, April 27, 2007
    Del's First Speed

    FIRST SPEED
     
    Del woke up to the sound of the carny. Hammers and nails, shouts and hollers, laughs and jeers. Del tried to open his eyes but couldn't, tried to sit up but fell back. Where was he? One eye peeked open to see a tent. He was in a tent but how did he get here? Red poked his head through the tent and hollered, "Get up! Work to do!", and Del tried sitting up.
     
    His head throbbed from the wine and the light in the tent wasn't helping.
     
    "Here, take these", said Red handing Del a handful of pills.
     
    Del looked at his hand and saw about 15 pills, "All of 'em? I don't think I can hold them down".
     
    Red laughed, "Just take 2 to start with. You'll be wide awake in minutes. Then take 1 every time you start to feel run down".
     
    "But when they hired me", Del protested, " they said I was talent. I wouldn't have to do any work".
     
    Red laughed. "We all do everything around here kid, they were just having fun with ya. We got three beans in this burg so those pills will carry ya through".
     
    "Beans? What do you mean by beans?, asked Del, still fumbling to get up.
     
    Red stepped into the tent, " A bean is a job that lasts around 20 hours kid. We got three long days ahead of us. I forgot you don't know our lingo".
     
    Del sat up squinting. "I had no idea what you were all talking about last night".
     
    "I'll give you the kayfabe kid, just ask", Red said.
     
    "Ok, what's a kayfabe?", Del started, trying to get his mouth and lips wet.
     
    "Kayfabe is the straight dope, so what'd you wanna know?", said Red trying to be mindful of Del's hangover, "Let me get you some water for those pills".
     
    Del sat up and noticed his suitcase next to him. He was on a pile of clothes with a lone blanket on top of him. The clothes were his. He put on his underwear and pants as Red entered, "Here's some water. Those pills will help you today".
     
    Del placed the pills on his suitcase and took two of them. The water instantly refreshed him. It was the first time he ever had speed.
     
    "So, when do I learn to bark?", Del asked.
     
    "Why? Are you a damn dog?", asked Red.
     
    "I thought I was to be a barker", Del protested.
     
    Red looked at him sternly, " We don't use that term around here cause we ain't dogs. Talker. You're gonna be a talker".
     
    Talker. That sounded good to Del.
     
    Red burst into his chatter, " Ladies and gentlemen, no geeks or freaks on our walk this is wonderful family fare, and you military men will want to visit our internationally renowned hootchie cootchie show- sorry, no ladies or children allowed!".
     
    "No geeks?", asked Del.
     
    " A geek is someone who'll eat anything. Nails, live chickens, anything gross. A freak is someone deformed or born weird who sits and lets people look at them. Our con is the games and the girlie show", said Red, "the girls come and go but we can usually find a lot lizard working between the stands to take their place".
     
    " A lot lizard?", asked Del.
     
    "A hooker. We find them at every show", Red replied. Del tossed on his T-Shirt and started to get ready. He wondered when the pills would take effect.
     
    For those who don't know, this is what speed feels like:  http://youtube.com/watch?v=Ut1kGmOhzWQ 

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