299: The entrance requirement for The School of Hard Knocks is a degree from the Institute of Push Comes to Shove.
300: After listening to a bunch of Beach Boys songs, I wonder what their oeuvre would be like had they been raised in, say, Brooklyn.
301: Mishearing riding for writing: When I first listened to Son House’s “John the Revelator,” I heard:
Tell me who's that riding, John the Revelator
Tell me who's that riding, John the Revelator
Tell me who's that riding, John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals
And I pictured: John riding into town on his faithful donkey, with a satchel full of books to sign.
302: Mishearing writing for riding: When I first listened to Bob Dylan’s “All the Tired Horses” I heard:
All the tired horses in the sun
How'm I supposed to get any writing done? Hmm.
And I thought: Neat! Dylan is using tired horses in the sun as an objective correlative for writers block. Even now, when I can’t get any writing done, I think of those horses and take a sweet, restorative nap.
303: You want instant happy? Watch the last 42 seconds of To Have and Have Not. Don’t have that kind of time? The last 21 seconds will do it.
304: Now that I’ve reached an uncertain age, I find myself more and more living on my invented memories.
305: Is Schrödinger’s cat dead or alive? We don’t know! You want simultaneously dead and alive? Take Natalie Wood in my dream the other night: Natalie gives me her email address, and I ask her about Robert Wagner but she doesn’t want to talk about the night she died.
306: In the 60s, I never had a kumbaya moment while singing “Kumbaya.”
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