100 Blogs!!!

not a big deal here. no. of course not. just a little note to say. this is the 100th Blog of Wet City Arts. congrats! yeah...US! not U.S. Us. us. you and me. Yippee!!!

so, I'm writing this as I listen to Neil Labute talk with Theatre in Chicago. great shit. he's the man.

i finished reading Bob Dylan's Chronicles #1 this weekend. I've been reading it on the john (the shitter, while I shit...poop. crap. drop the kids off at the pool, etc. etc. etc.) I was taken aback by the jump in chronology at first, but after finishing it up I understand what he's getting at. you know. life isn't about a to b to c to d. sometimes to understand a life or a time you have to know about b then d in order to get to a and c. you know. it's a whole. a journey and sometimes you pass through without knowing that you've just come across something great until you pass through something else or some other things, etc. etc. etc.

anyway, it's the second "biography" I've read in the past two years since moving to Chicago (Miles Davis being the 1st). next up is Arthur Miller. it's a lot thicker. gotta make sure I'm, well, I'm gonna take a breather for a while and ponder other life lessons while, well, you know, before hitting up Miller, but I'm excited.

a stop at a Deli the other day where you could not use your cellphones produced a little something that goes like this:

sheriff didn't see anything as he came out of the Deli
roast beef stuffed belly
black coffee high
a pickle and cole slaw on the side

Dumb prick fell like an idiot box off the bureau duirng a quake
shot in the heat
bullet through the heart
cop killer
lays there stopping a door
drug dealer runs free

i'm home watching this on satelite
saw it coming from miles away
couldn't say anything
communication breakdown
it was televised! they were right
was it wrong?

- jaw