That’s the afternoon. For the evening:
Hey, it’s 2004’s Crash, back in the nineties! Not really. Well, kind of. What happened, I suspect, was someone got tasked with making this music video for the Judds (see: way below), then heard the line “tribes of men” in there, then made the old Indians-are-in-tribes, aren’t they?-association, and bam, this video was born in a blaze of glory, up on that same mesa Bon Jovi had their “Blaze of Glory.”
All good digests must need, finally, draw to a close. Not a sad close, though. Twenty six? I’d have never dreamed there’d be enough of these for twenty six.
And, if you’re starting here and have that desire to click through, here’s the previous twenty five:click to get the dropdown
And, let’s start with some decoder-ring fun (if I recall correctly, there was much more decoding in the comments that followed):
Meanwhile, back at the ranch . . .
I plan on never getting tired of using that transition.
Anyway, before getting to all the many and perfect and wonderful pics and words about the yellow book, here’s all-what came before:click to get the dropdown
This bounced to me through one of my brothers, who has a friend, who—get this—goes to Milwaukee sometimes, and sees cool stuff like:
While other friends of (my) friends are often cruising the Union Square B&N:
Wow. Haven’t done this for a couple weeks now, I guess, meaning? I have WAY too many of these for a mere & measly (does that word come from “measley,” as in, ‘one who has the measles?’) single post. So I’ve tried to eyeball what might be the middle-ish, and snipped it off, pushed it forward to what’s going to be part 25, if numbers and sequence and progression don’t fall apart between now and then. Which is completely possible. Could be some, um, person is signing an executive order regarding that right now, even . . .
Man, been nine months since Mongrels went live, and it’s still getting words. Like these, over at LARB:
And, those nine months ago, of course, LA Times was already on the yellow book:“
The Wild Boy Wants his Fangs
Got me an early copy. Same bat-cover, same bat-words—but more of them: an essay-thing at the end, and a reader’s guide as well. And, I don’t have a scale this fine, but this book is light, man. Don’t tie your balloon to it and set on the bench beside you at the park, because the next time you look over, it’s gone. Anyway, official drop date is the 24th, here—no, I don’t know for sure when books started ‘dropping’ like albums—but this is what it looks like:
To be filed under Things That Floor Me: that I’m still doing this, seven months later. I mean, that Mongrels is still getting passed around online like this. And? The trade’s out in . . . seventeen days now, I guess. With some cool post-scripty stuff at the end: essay/note _ reading guide fun.
Anyway, before getting to the pass-arounds, there’s all the pass-arounds that came before: