So enough with the excuses for why I didn't post a record this week--I don't want to leave you without something to listen to--so here is my rip of the opening beatnik jazz poem from the Roger Corman classic Bucket of Blood as performed by Paul Horn and Julian Burton (in the persona of beat poet Maxwell H. Brock).
Life is an obscure hobo, bumming a ride on the omnibus of art!
Burn gas buggies, and whip your sour cream of circumstance and hope.
And go ahead and sleep your bloody heads off.
Creation is, all else is not.
What is not creation is graham crackers.