Up at 4am. Met the truck in Los Lopez and we were in Queretaro by 6am…..we had the truck loaded by 7 and were home by 8….due to some miscommunication….the truck arrived at 10ish. All the stuff is unloaded and is in different parts of the house and studio. What a trip! My tendency to go to worst possible scenario proved wrong and all is well. Listening to Cheryl Crow on the way back this am gave me a hit of the groove of movement up north in three days. I am blessed! Gracias, Dios…you to Goddess!!!!
Chapel of Jimmy Ray Blog
Today Carlos (my assistant and co-conspirator) helped me rent a truck for the retrieval of the artifacts from the Museo in Queretaro. We went to a lot in the nearby Rancho Los Lopez and found a 6 meter covered truck. We have to be at the Museo at 6am on Monday morning…….May Luck shine on us…..but we can get all of the stuff back to Casa Las Ranas in one swoop and should have it all in place by noon. The artifacts will stay here until the completion of the Chapel…oy vey!
Jimmy James Strange is a mysterious poet/provocateur who was part of the downtown poetry world in Manhattan during the 1970’s. He first appeared at a reading held at the Cafe Feenjohn on McDougal Street in the early part of that decade. His poetry was aimed at a small cadre of pseudo-hipsters known as the “Former Teenagers”. There are reports that some of the members were gay and there are rumoured reports that Strange also dallied in the Valley of the Love that Dare Not Speak It’s Name. The last documented sighting of Strange until recently was at the West End Cafe near Columbia University on upper Broadway in Manhhattan around mid to late 1978. It is reported that Strange soon after fled to India in search of himself. This mysterious writing was delivered to me recently and was signed by Strange….Jimmy Ray asked me to post this……so here…. it is not known if Strange indeed found himself.
From Jimmy James Strange
On the turn of a dime
passing through time….
biting through the crease
his tongue off the leash.
Recycling the pearl
of the innermost core…
out of the Darkness
passing through the hole
from frenetic vision
Carrying a banner
that belongs to no saint,
it’s a let-go trip without restraint.
No censors to trip him
or cut out his tongue,
amongst the right rhythm
IT HAS TO BE SUNG.
So sing sing sing it
and pass it on.
Like circles ringing from an inner pond
Like twisters in perpetual motion
in deep devotion
to the light
of the honest vernacular.
Without the whimsical interludes of the day to day
when he paid with his mind.
And the why’s and the how’s and the when’s and the where’s
become ideas that are no longer shared
by just objects hung on a wall….
but in tune with the steady foot falls
through the luminous gates
into the emptiness
of a no-mind state.
Retold by Jimmy James Strange
Upon visiting “Artifacts from the Chapel of Jimmy Ray”
at El Museo de la Ciudad
in Queretero, Mexico
April 18, 2006
Ah, to be healthy again. I have licked my stomach problems. It seems it was a case of samanilla (sp?) poisoning. I am gearing up for my trip to the States to deliver a pair of artifacts from the Chapel of Jimmy Ray. I also have to return all the artifacts from the museum in Queretaro to Casa Las Ranas (our home). So it is a busy schedule. Life is full and rich! I have included a partial photo of one of the artifacts. It is part of a piece titled Station of the Groove I. As of today there are only two known Stations of the Groove. Jimmy Ray said there may possibly be 13 ….we shall see. May the Long time sun shine upon you. Ah….to be alive!
I got major sick over the weekend…something to do with Montezuma. I ait a torta over on Calzado de la Luz in San Miguel….I remember watching the young woman slap on the mayo…I think it was the mayo sitting out in the heat that was rancid. I am feeling a bit better….I should have known. By the way…..who is Glen Phillips?
Here is the ramblings of a # 7, web designer listening to Santa Barbara’s
past phenom – Toad the Wet Sprocket. Songwriting and musically gifted Glen Philips http://www.glenphillips.com/ is truly inspired and is headed out on his big summer tour.
Not to be missed!
Would Glen like Jimmy Ray? What would they say to each other? Is there commonality with a generation between them?
I think so.
Remember that the Goat Brothers live on!