The Unfunkked mixes are great for writing dissertations to.
When I die, I'd definitely appreciate this same sentiment. I'd like my closest loved ones to say: "Well, she really liked sex, and she also really liked greasy foods, replete with trans fat.... so it just gives me comfort that she died the way she did, really..."
Y'know, I read Louisville and thought Kentucky. But I'm officially declaring these folks honorary Southerners.
They're easily distinguished in speech. It would help if they were spelled Louissville, CO and Loouhvuhl, KY.
I was actually born in Loouhvuhl.
I have only two distinct memories of it though, what with moving away when I was three.
I second the motion to make these people honorary southerners. "he died doing what he loved--huffing gas he stole from the stop'n'shop with his favorite cousin."
See, and then they ruin a perfectly good obituary by reverting to the saccharine "and he wanted to be a firefighter, and rescue kittens, and bring the kittens to the homeless shelter, and volunteer 70 hours a week sewing teddy bears for the homeless kids in case there was a shortage of kittens, and when he was done with that, he'd write letters to world leaders asking them to work for peace and call their mothers to tell them they loved them...blah blah blah." For real: how about we just own up to the fact that most of us are nothing special, and outside a small circle of friends, nobody gives a shit when we die, and for good reason? Jeezum Crow!
Man, this would be a great suicide bomber obit.
It is also comforting to know that there seems to be good local support for literature.
An Arvada woman told police she strangled her mother with a rope so that she could go to jail and read books.
Unfoggedetariat version:
Family of Transit Crash Victim Takes Comfort in the Circumstances of His Death.
"He died in comity -- he was on the bus, surrounded by other members of his diverse and densely-populated community."
15: while the bus was stopped in heavy traffic a pointless 2-hour-long argument about sexism broke out, ending only when one rider stabbed another with a sharpened pencil, moments before the fatal crash.
The pencil-wielder's last words, before expiring amidst the wreckage, were, "Possibly stabbing the driver was a bad idea."
I second the motion to make these people honorary southerners.
Aye!
"He died doing what he loved best, sitting in his truck huffing glue from a lunch bag."
Raht now ahm watching this Sundance Doc about Townes van Zandt...HS buds telling stories about TvZ. In his HS yearbook there is a picture of Townes with a sock in his mouth and a caption:"You took the last tube." Glue.
Guy Clark & Townes doing acid in Austin in 1965.
"Easier than waitin round to die"
But they are unlikely, sadly, to rise again.
"Easier than waitin round to die"
Au contraire, it doesn't get much easier than waiting around to die, but doing so is probably a lot more boring than the alternatives.
TvZ was a fukin nut. Went to sleep with three tubes of airplane glue in his mouth. Doctors had to take a ballpeen hammer to get em out. All teeth gone in his 20s.
Jeez these characters. Guy Clark has a mouth as filthy as mine.
I was actually born in Loouhvuhl.
still too many phonemes. I believe it's "Luhvuhl".
Liveblogging the doc.
TvZ singin "Pancho & Lefty" in a kitchen. Old black guy in the corner just starts cryin.
Saw TvZ a few times in Houston, several at a great, very small venue, Anderson Fair (a piece of "Houston, the Good Parts" despite the sprawl). Always memorable on several levels, (and it was definitely a varied experience, even from set to set).
Well, fuck that was a trip. Always had this vision of Townes all alone in a trailer by the RR tracks on the edge of town, but shit the doc was wall-to-wall home movies. TvZ always had a woman & kids & dogs around. Performed a lot for an unknown songwriter.
Lots of interviews with the wives & kids. Video of TvZ doing a show drunk, mumbling thru the words.
Guy Clark at the memorial:"I booked this gig thirty years ago."
Fuckin alcohol.
huffing gas
One of the few genuine advantages of having myone's own tractor in junior high waswould be the associated gas can.
27: It was bus fumes for me as a kid. Another benefit of dense urban development.
RMcP - Come out & visit me at the vineyard. I still got a couple containers of the leaded stuff.
I'll bring my outsize SS uniform!
The one David Byrne wore on the "Stop Making Swastikas" tour?
Apo, that "true spirit of the South" you're talking about is not Louisville, Kentucky, as you seem to be imagining, but Louisville, Colorado, a few miles away from me, a neighboring town to Boulder. The paper that article was in is the Boulder Daily Camera, as picked up -- and here's where you might have noticed a clue -- by the Rocky Mountain News.
I really hate to see my neighbors in my adopted state not getting appropriate credit. I've looked at apartment ads in Louisville.
You might want to read comments 3 and 4, Gary.
Sifu links to lulu.com plugging his tome, but Unfunkked 2 has Dave Mason's "Feelin Alright" sung by Lulu. Yes, the Boom-Bang-a-Bang-er. It's almost OK.