|Painting by Fahey|
One day I was talking to one of my co-workers and I said something about Jim Jones and got a blank stare. Now the blank stare is more my shtick than his so I reminded him of the guy that got something like 900 people to commit suicide...nothing. Then I had a senior moment. Not that I forgot anything other than the fact that I was talking to a 20-something kid. And that will make ya feel old. He actually thought I was bullshitting him. Well. Anyway...
John Fahey was having a Jim Jones moment that was brought up on the Fahey forum recently and there were some interested in hearing it. I happen to have it so I thought I would share it.
Here is the text, as transcribed from the Fahey forum:
Oh, I just want to take a cigarette break...mumble...it's this dissolute, horrible, disgusting, nauseating guitar-playing, travelling around, picking up girls...after a while it gets to you. One day...ah‚ my life is bad enough without having to listen to...mumble... I think I'll take up a different line. I don't know how to do anything except play the guitar and be sinful and lead a dissolute life and travel around and be nauseating... and get people to feel sorry for me. Yeah but who wants to go to a gym and... I mean I used to do that. Oh there must be some way out of this awful life. In fact I tried suicide and it won't work, I really did, sixty-five, thirty-forty valium, I woke up in intensive care. You know...three days and three nights in a motel room. Doctor said, well if that won't kill you nothing will. There's no way OUT. Got a gun but my psychiatrist took my gun away. He won't gimme any more sleeping pills. He's got my gun in his closet. I wonder what else is in that closet, what he's got from his other patients...I mean it's been six years and I'm still sweating, leading a dissipated sinful nauseating disgusting life, playing guitar, picking up girls, sleeping, playing guitar. Surely there must be a better way to live. If I could only find it. I could go to sleep. We could all go to sleep. Why don't we all go home and - why don't we go out back and have a joint suicide? Let's all go out back and commit suicide. Every one of us. The neat thing would be when the newspapers come they won't know what happened. Nobody will be able to figure it out. Ergh......noisy places, fulla cigarette smoke. Well, I got through that cigarette...
Here is the audio clip if that's all you really want to hear...it's pretty quiet so you will probably have to crank it to hear him.
And if you are interested in downloading the whole show, see below.
6 November 1976
University of California
01. Thus Krishna on the Battlefield & Fare Forward Voyagers
02. Steamboat Gwine Round Da Bend...& Death of the Clayton Peacock & How Green Was My Valley
03. Mark 1:15
04. "cigarette break"
05. On the Sunny Side of the Ocean & Spanish Two-Step
01. Christ Saints of God Fantasy & Stomping Tonight on the Pennsylvania Alabama Border & In Christ There Is No East or West & Beverly
02. Dance of the Inhabitants of the Palace of King Philip XIV of Spain
03. Some Summer Day & Brenda's Blues & Spanish Dance
04. On the Sunny Side of the Ocean & Spanish Dance
06. Melody McBad & Revolt of the Dyke Brigade & Requiem for Mississippi John Hurt
07. The Discovery of Sylvia Scott
This is a big file, 310mb so be patient. Get it HERE