dusty awesomeness is waiting

Somedays I really like it around here.

D. L. Menard, Happy Go Lucky and Cajun Saturday Night



So does he.

William S. Burroughs on attending a 1975 Led Zeppelin concert:

The performers were doing their best, and it was very good. The last number, “Stairway to Heaven”, where the audience lit matches and there was a scattering of sparklers here and there, found the audience well-behaved and joyous, creating the atmosphere of a high school Christmas play. All in all a good show; neither low nor insipid. Leaving the concert hall was like getting off a jet plane.

Rock 'n' roll, yall. The whole thing is not as dry and gentlemanly as that, but almost, and is up on Arthur magazine's website. I had the librarians unearth some old actual copies of the American Mercury from the bowels of compressed storage. I'm hoping that if I keep this up, they will just let me down there myself, like the librarians in my hometown did with the "adult" section where the albums were housed. That access proved portentous in my development when a  John Cage album slid out of the stacks. Who knows what dusty awesomeness is waiting to fall on my head in the campus library! Some freaky Harry Potter library shit, I bet. Books bound in human skin. Ones that release bats upon opening. This one so far is only exacerbating my cough. 


It looks like a tome of Freemasonry.