Mat Beaumains' Blogcast #1

---> Early December Jitterbuggin'



* Rip Reins' Reprise (w/ butchered lyrics)

* Welcome Remarks w/ Goofy Sponsor Break

* Beaumains' Walkin' Blues

* Introduction to The Guitar Stylings of Mr. Charles Mercygraft

* More Introductory Remarks Evidently in The Style of B.B. King

* A Fragmentary Blues Apparently About Taking Something (It) "Slow"

* Ten Years' Blues

* Another Goofy Sponsor Break w/ Doubletalk

* Bonus! Woodshed Cut-off Selection: Smoke Broken Methods (a 9/11 song)

---> 'Free Swim'



* Instrumental Blues Jam in E. (You gotta do it, see.)

---> Dept. of Shits & Grins: Gear Discussion Addendum



* Cheesy guitar playing (possibly a bore) / Guitar effects unit tryout. Ends @ 6:20

* Gear Discussion: DigiTech RP90 guitar effects unit; Boss MicroBR digital recorder; Fender Super 60 tube amplifier.

* "Jimi Hendrix Mode"

* "The 'Yes' Tone"

* "Guitar players will cut you apart."

* Goofy sponsor breaks

* "No."

* "I bought this thing. This thing has a chip in it."

* "Dewey" wah blues tones

* "Baffled"

creepy eating blues

got to get some:

carrot cake

chicken fried steak

shake and bake

pork loin

pork shoulder

pork rub

I want you

to rub my

pork

the compulsive mind

wants to:

salivate

masticate

penetrate

venerate

degenerate

anything but wait

I can't wait

I have

to have

you

the blueprints

the blueprints? yes I have them here. why?
no they do not delineate marginal interests
yes they include instructions on how to fly

yeh and no not just in dreams. equinoxes are what they seem
or yes they are. doggerel in a dirigible. indivisible; everything washed in blue
all the prints, all the tinctures. they were sepia now they're in blues

sepia old; blue, new. like the blues in you. the blueprints, yes. I have them
Never mind the payroll
that is what

he is for
that is what
he gets paid

to worry about

Death of War Prophet

A cold dark night in a weird dark summer
You feel the lightning rising in the sky?
The night burns green.
What could it mean?
Could it mean that a king has died?
Could it mean that the Internet has lied?

The War Prophet came riding over the hillside
He only had one horse between his thighs
The other 4 horses left he left for Jesus Christ
The War Prophet knew his price
He knew he was not like Christ
Not yet

He came thundering over the hillside
Lightning shooting from his eyes
And long across the purple plain
You could see the farm house fires glowing
Men and women, girls and boys
Heads exploding from the noise
The War Prophet had looked too hard at the horizon
And the U.S. government saw him as Satan from his hell arising

His name was Lucius Cole
And he was just a kid
As he watched the bombs drop
And as he watched the bodies drop

They cut their throats on the plane.
9 months of rain.
The bodies rained down.
The bombs rained down.
9 months of rain.
And 9 more again

Standing there in the farmhouse fires' glow
Lucius Cole, a young man only recently reclaimed
From the maladies of the lost and shamed
From the maladies of a bastard name
Yet he knew he had to go
to the house of Washington

So he hit the road
He rode with the drovers
He rode in the dead trains among the corpses
And from the farmhouse living
He borrowed horses
And they gave him bread
And they gave him beer

In spite of a dark and murderous time
He saw Lincoln in their faces
(Abe, Honest Abe)
And in the sky bright flames
and burning roses

The majesty of the night
The blue and purple night
The cosmos like a caul
Blue and purple light

Who do you love?

Lucius Cole of the blood flag red
Lucius Cole of the blood flag red
Lucius Cole of the blood flag red
Lucius Cole of the blood flag red

Alienated Blues

I'm thinking about Sally
and what Sally said
She said you've got no birthright
You're not a prince
It's all in your head

I keep thinking about Sally
She said you've got no kingdom here
But alas, poor Sally's dead

They came to my chair
With a box
"Get your things
and exit by the loading dock"

I walked out past the dumpster
to the median
And threw away my shoes
And socks

I scrambled down the embankment
panicked
thinking about changes
and locks

I've got 47 dollars here
Think I'll go spend it on some Boone's
I've got 47 dollars here
Think I'll go spend it on some Boone's

Walk down past the culvert
Sit and drink by the river
all afternoon

I'm thinking about Sally
and what Sally said
She said you've got no birthright
You're not a prince
It's all in your head

I keep thinking about Sally
She said you've got no kingdom here
But alas, poor Sally's dead

The blue lights are my blues
And now your Daddy's off to jail
The blue lights are my blues
And now your Daddy's off to hell

the blue lights are my blues
such alien things
as through the universe
I moan and wail

Canal St. Blues

Woke up this morning
Felt around for my phone
Like my keys and my money,
It was gone

Don't feel like lying
to myself
for another day
so close to home.

Who wants to know is what I say
but you can call me
Old Walking John

*

I'm going to Canal St. station
Take the first Trailways bus I see
I'm going to Canal St. station
Take the first Trailways bus I see
I'll get drunk in White River Junction
Before heading up to Quebec City

*

I'll see you in the red lights
Like it's my last episode
I will see you in the red lights
Like it's my last season's episode
I've got the New York blues too
But they're fifteen years too old