Chapter 58

Found: The Missing Diary

Sun Nov 28, 2004 at 01:34:01 PM EST


 
Well, most of it, anyway. Bits and pieces of the month old thing have fallen out of my brain while I slept.
The diary in question concerned the Thursday night after the US elections. It hinged on a rant from Levi, who was going to email the rant so I could post the diary.
He finally sent the email, but I remember the rant being a bit longer. I'm sure I've forgotten some of the most memorable goings on of the night, as well.

 

 

 



I went in to Boone's, sat down at the bar and got a beer. Folks at the bar were all expressing disbelief among themselves that Bush had actually won the election, and what's more, apparently won it fairly this time.
The band had finished setting up, and was playing golf in the next room, on some video game machine. Joe came by and said “hi,” and I wound up following him on to the bus. Someone was there passing a pipe around, and people were talking about how they couldn't believe that incompetent Bush had gotten re-elected.
Back inside the bar, Sarah arrived. I said “hi.”
“Hi,” she replied, “Can you believe that election?”
I shook my head. “Nope...”
Jeff and Joe were talking about the golf game. Not the other Joe, Joe Frew. I should find a new nick for the other Joe so fewer people will confuse Joe with “Joe”.
Levi came in and said “hi” and Sarah walked over to where they were playing golf. “I can't fucking believe that cocksucker got re-elected,” Levi said. “Fucking son of a bitch!”
“Yeah,” I replied, “he should have been impeached and shot for treason, not re-elected.”
“Are you going to stick around? At least until the break?” Levi asked. “I have a special version of ‘Sympathy’ tonight.” Whenever Levi was at a Posamist show, which is pretty much whenever his own band isn't playing somewhere, Levi gets up and sings a custom version of the Rolling Stone's Sympathy for the Devil. I told him I wouldn't miss it.
Perhaps it was the smell of that special blend of pipe, but Posamist seemed to put on an even better show than usual that night.
I was sitting at a table with Sarah. “Should I get up there?” she asked. “Sure,” I said. Joe asked if anybody had any requests, so I thundered “Sa-RAH!!” Other people joined in calling for Sarah, and Joe called her up there.
Sarah did “All Along The Watchtower”. Then Levi walked up, and Joe introduced him as “My little brother Levi!”
Levi took the mic and started singing.
Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste.
I've been around for a long, long year, stole many a man's soul and faith.
I was 'round when Jesus Christ had his moment of doubt and pain-
Made damn sure the pilate washed his hands and sealed his fate.
 
Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name.
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game.
 
I stuck around Saint Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change.
Killed the czar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain.
I rode a tank. Held a general's rank, when the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank.
Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you is the nature of my game, oh yeah
 
I watched with glee while your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades for the gods they made
I shouted out, “Who killed all those Kennedys?”
When after all it was you and me.
 
Let me please introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste.
And I laid traps for troubadours who get killed before they reached Bombay.
Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game.

“So what’s everybody think of this election???”
The crowd yells and boos.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. We've put our lives in the hands of the stupid man again... and they wanted us to vote???? They said you have a choice. You can change the world. Your opinion matters. Well, this is my fuckin' choice.”
He held up a lighter and his voter registration card, and set the card ablaze, holding it high. Loud whistles and cheers, applause. Remember, Bush lost in a landslide in Illinois. He's not the most popular politician here.
Just as every cop is a criminal, and all the sinners we are saints!
Lets just say they call me “Levi” cause I'm in need of some restraints.
And if you meet me have some courtesy, have some sympathy, and some taste.
And forget all of your George Bush politics, cause I'm laying your mother fucking soul to waste!

“Best show ‘evar’,” I thought.
“We're going to taka a short break,” Joe says. Levi comes by the table. “What'd you think?”

 

 


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