Crazy-DAZE

The beach is a place where you can feel
You're the only soul in the world that's real.
Well I see a face coming through the haze,
I remember you from those crazy days. The Who

What the heck is Crazy-DAZE?

Some kind of wet-tee-shirt festival?—
the kind of deal where you get dunked
when someone hits the bull’s eye
with a well-flung jonathan.

But it’s cold hard
winter now, can’t lounge
around half-naked on the porch.
Can’t really go,
outside at all!

But the reason why
I even thought of Crazy-DAZE
was because someone sent me a link
to Days ‘N Daze, "Day Gaunts,"
from Rogue Taxidermy.

Swarm-of-katydids rhythm.
Suds in the kitchen and
mold in the sink. What do we
do tomorrow?
I also like

"Misanthropic Drunken Loner,"
which speaks to me on a lot of levels, starting
with, My breakfast is right out of the medicine cabinet,
a remedy for the aftermath of my habit, sometimes
it’s the ones who try to help who hurt the most.

I’m gonna hide away
on the top of a mountain,
so no one has to deal with me.
Sorry I just like myself
better than I like you.

And their "Post-Party Depression" video,
with the nice washboard shot at 0.53, and a cool
fight between the blue-haired trumpet-playing girl
and a tall skinny guy at about 2.30.—
Sooner or later

this party gets busted

and your friends all stumble back home.
You never know what you’ve got till it’s gone.
Tell me when the fire dies down
what the fuck will you do?