In Residence at Two Stick

Trip Start Dec 19, 2006
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Trip End Feb 22, 2007


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Wednesday, January 24, 2007

(Oxford MS, Tuesday, January 23, 2007)-The first few days of our residency at Two Stick provide us with some much-needed rest and recuperation from our hard month in the North, and Dr D and I take full advantage. First we go to the doctor's and have her cast removed, then to another specialist to start the rehabilitation process of her left arm, which is healing nicely by now. We're eating the finest sushi in America three times a day compliments of our hosts, and we're getting some work done on our iBooks with a solid wireless connection 24 hours a day and enough room to work in..

One of the difficult things about being on the road is the irregularity of maintaining an effective workspace. Some places we can connect by wireless, others we can't. Sometimes two or three days pass by without internet access, and the catching up on the mail becomes arduous when there's three days worth stacked up. There are timely issues like contract details and travel arrangements whose resolutions have to be postponed until connectivity can be achieved. One becomes quite accustomed to the wonders of digital technology and the World Wide Web, even after having lived many many years without them, and now we want it all the time without interruption.

I'm tuning up the last-minute arrangements for our trip to Little Rock when Dorothy gets the bad news from Staten Island that she must fly up there at once to attend to her son Ty's legal problems. An important unannounced hearing is to take place next Monday, and there's no way the Dr can miss it. So we book her a flight from Memphis to Newark and leave early Sunday afternoon to take her to the airport. I continue on to Little Rock, about 140 miles west on I-40 and I-30, arriving in the early evening.

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While we were traveling south Henk Botwinik was busy in Amsterdam getting the 119th episode of the John Sinclair Show up on the podcast Monday night:

John Sinclair Radio Show #119
Teatro del Fuoco, Foggia, Italy
Sunday, November 19, 2006 @ 7:45-8:45 pm [20-0641]

My man Vito Laterza set us up to make a Joint Production of the John Sinclair Radio Show backstage at the Teatro del Fuoco, the former-firehouse-now-fine-theatre in the center of the small Apulian town of Foggia in the bootheel of Italy, where I was waiting to perform with Mark Ritsema as part of the Premio Matteo Salvatore. We played music by Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Bo Diddley, Charles Mingus and the artists performing with us that night: Ninni Maina & La Nuova Orchestra La Taverna del Gufo, Afel Bocoum & Alkibar from Mali, Davide van de Sfroos, and the late Matteo Salvatore himself.

Playlist #119

[01] Opening Music: Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown: Gate Walks To Board
[02] Vito Laterza & John Sinclair Intro & Comments re: Premio Matteo Salvatore
[03] John Sinclair with Michael & The Cats: Sparkplug
[04] Matteo Salvatore: Pasta Nera
[05] Vito Laterza & John Sinclair Comments re: Matteo Salvatore
[06] John Sinclair & Mark Ritsema: humphf
[07] Ninni Maina & La Nuova Orchestra La Taverna del Gufo: Little Mama
[08] Conversation with Vito Laterza & John Sinclair
[09] Matteo Salvatore: Padrone Mio
[10] Afel Bocoum & Alkibar: Bambarare
[11] Davide van de Sfroos: Madame Falena
[12] Conversation with Vito Laterza & John Sinclair
[13] Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band: I'm Glad
[14] Bo Diddley: You Can't Judge a Book By Its Cover
[15] Closing Comments, Outro & IDs
[16] Closing Music: Charles Mingus: Celia

A Joint Production
Hosted by Vito Laterza for Who Do You Think You Are and
John Sinclair for Radio Free Amsterdam
Produced, Engineered & Recorded by Vito Laterza
Mastered & Posted by Henk Botwinik
Executive Producer: John Sinclair
Sponsored by Eat at Jo's at The Melkweg and Premio Matteo Salvatore
Special thanks to Mark Ritsema, Marcello Baraghini and Monica of Stampa Alternativa, Giani Laterza, Angelo Cavallo, Pieruigi, Roberto, Ninni & Marco.

(P) 2007 John Sinclair. All Rights Reserved.

Podcasted by www.RadioFreeAmsterdam.com @ January 21, 2007

-New Orleans
February 19, 2007

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m-c
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Many Valentines to you, John and Dorothy
This is m-c and here's excerpts from a Valentine Poem
I wrote: 'The Red Rose Forest' here it is still in draft form, I want to share it with you and Dorothy:

The Red Rose Forest

'Roses, white as snow
designed with health in their hundreds
blanket the forest-mind of marriage-
an area where the golden goose
and wild turkeys are safe, relaxed and sociable.

Created from a jumble of ill-maintained rosebeds,
our trail follows the winding stream passage.
Smell the ferns by the River Glaze as it flows from Pennington Flash.

The trail is perfect for beginners, or those red roses
who would like to become more active and perhaps lack
the knowledge of the forest.

Don't forget the winter storm warning . . .
The trail follows the path of Love sometimes
with science, often luck . . .

Hair-raising traverses mark another atmosphere
in which to walk.
Rosy high into the roof of sky, we walk until sunset.
The setting sun creates an image of a large red forest
with its fossilized systems.

We wear the probing beams of potholers' lamps
when we walk barefoot at night.
Come with me and turn your eyes upwards
where stars are the hoofprints of heavenly horses
left in the black snow of sky.

Let us explore the inlets and upper regions,
let us hike the forest of Red Roses,
with its caverns where roses might grow at floor level.

This is 'Human Pyramid Day" in Red Rose Forest.
The local people are stepping out.
They bow and say hello as we pass by.
When pressed for details,
they tell us of opportunities
and where the large boulders might be
("BEWARE OF LOOSE BOULDERS!").

We are led into a confusion of blue shiny boulders.
Climbing up a cleft in the far chamber,
we are met again by those menacing blue boulders-
every nook and cranny is full of them

Somewhat disheartened, we follow the water down
through a small hole
among the pile of love's debris,
into a large water-worn stream passage.

'I think we are at the top of Trident,' I shout,
as you go tearing down the passage.
'We are', you gasp.
You make your way down
to the stream passage 20 feet below.

However, the top ladder is pulled up
and pushed out into space.
It fits like a glove, as we make love
and soon we make it, we are both across

proceeding along a small shattered passage,
and we're brought to a halt
by the usual broken blocks of limestone.

I manage to move one of the blocks
and expose a tight fissure.

Golden light finds a bedding plane
and we crawl onto a ledge.
This narrow passage, flooding at times, is dry now
and corkscrews violently. We pause-
it's a dead-end.

We climb through a rift in the roof.
Belay ladders and our lifeline save us.
We are cave-hungry types,
and often we edge our way through
and emerge into the continuation
which suddenly becomes bigger.

Shaken but alive, we pull out
when a small, round, bore-like
passage is seen.

You and I are the Red Rose Pothole Club
scaling that wall-
overcoming the fear
which only virgin passages can evoke
with their thundering inlets.'

by m-c (Maryclaire Wellinger)
Feb 14, 2007

Love to you and Dorothy,
m-c

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