tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531553.post4116394943529331783..comments2023-06-27T01:34:35.359-07:00Comments on Ted Burke LIKE IT OR NOT: Met a DudeTED BURKEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16610296721891201100noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531553.post-4398643150531320632012-11-29T08:49:23.904-08:002012-11-29T08:49:23.904-08:00Ted,
The huge psychic sag that was created by Nix...Ted,<br /><br />The huge psychic sag that was created by Nixon’s landslide victory in November 1972 washed across America like a slow, thick, filthy wave, hitting the breakers of the mind in the early months of 1973. I remember standing at the entrance of Crystal Pier in February of that year and getting a gut-punch of cold flat depression, as if some stale half-congealed oatmeal I’d eaten an hour earlier had finally caught up with me. I was looking at Maynards and seeing the Jolly Ox emerge, if that tells you anything. I was caught in a national act of peristalsis, moving subtly down a digestive tract of time towards an opening too dim to see. I didn’t hear any harmonica music from down along the beach, just the inanities of “Your Mama Don’t Dance” and “Crocodile Rock” spilling out of a muscle car parked in front of Denny’s. You wake up in moments like these and sniff the air and what you get is rotten kelp and bus stink and you are pinned like a bug, forever.Julio Knutsackernoreply@blogger.com