Now when I was a boy I know that San Antonio's Aztec theater downtown was a former single-screen divied into three rooms showing grindhouse flicks in the mid-70's & 80's. They showed chop-sockey's, soft-core porn and thrid-rate flicks for $5, which was in 1985 money. Now they'd be allowing entrance for about $10 for the same kind of double-features of sex & violence, skipped sporockets and burns on the screen and everything else just like always. ~lol~ Sadly, as a boy sheltered in his religion and zeal I also knew where all these dingy little ratholes were from bus trips and the older driving boys in my high school.
(And if you're wondering that's a photo-Polaroid of Marilyn Chambers at the Dove theater in the midwest during her cross-country touring of the movie "Insatiable" which I just got on DVD from a friend of mine as a gift.)
And yes, I visted them even under-age.
I was sooooo bad.
In fact, I also knew that next to the best sandwich shop on Broadway (It had no a/c & the owner smoked over the counter), but there was a porno theater which mainly consisted of a girl (or old man) at a booth taking $5 for a folding seat and passage through a small door with a diamond piece of glass and a large scary-looking man waiting on a stool with his arms crossed. Very scary ...
Why am I telling these stories now?
Because as I grow older I have to allow the hedonism to drip out of me like a slow-bleeding wound and watch live in this town (and many across America) become more generic and flaccid. I mean fucking dull. I doubt that Houston has any more edge of excitement than Iowa does, and I was just there a few years ago. Maybe, to bide my wickedness I need to slip & slide in the pages of swingers magazines & follow the temptations around the country seeing what mischief I can make before my time ends.
Am I that afraid of time at the age of 40? is 40 really the new 30, as the worlds' media hypes for the relevancy of the cougars chasing down young stupid actors while plastically-holding out their surgically enhanced figures in their late 20's? I wish I could go back in time with the knowledge I have now. I'd warn my past-self that his indecisiveness and fear-factors are nothing in life. He should not have feared honesty, or rejection, or stayed cocooned in despair and sadness, crying into his pillows or angrily drinking himself into a few accident and fights and escapes. He just needs to LIVE!
And now I am trying to do this ... now moreso than ever.
Hopefully I'll slip away from my own conceit and make a smile of my life ... a dream come true.
Hopefully you will to my friends & angels.
Always,
~jules~
Hopefully this video will make you smile, giggle and run your heart a little faster.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9rcgm5kEdGk - Cowboy (enhanced video)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P5T3efSH6NU - Kid Rock's Cowboy
"Cowboy"
Cowboy...Cowboy
Well I'm packing up my game and I'm a head out west
Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills chill like Flynt
Buy an old drop top find a spot to pimp
And I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch
Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' chilling the most
Then rock that bitch up and down the coast
Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars
Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars
Then to Tijuana... I wanna roam
Find Motown and tell them fools to come back home
Start an escort service, for all the right reasons
And set up shop at the top of four seasons
Kid Rock and I'm the real McCoy
And I'm headin' out west sucker...because I wanna be a
Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby
West coast chilling with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Riding at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away
I bet you'll hear my whistle blowing when my train rolls in
It goes (whistle) like dust in the wind
Stoned pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mind
I once was lost, but now I'm just blind
Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and rice
Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleiss
And if the price is right I'm gonna make my bid boy
And let Cali-for-ny-aye know why they call me
Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby
West coast chilling with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Riding at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away
Yeah...Kid Rock...you can call me Tex
Rollin sunset woman with a bottle of Becks
Seen a slimy in a vette, rolled down my glass
And said, Yeah this dick fits right in your ass
No kidding, gun slinging, spurs hitting the floor
Call me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce in the horse
No remorse for the sheriff, in his eye I ain't right
I'm gonna paint his town red, and paint his wife white HUH
Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus
Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players
Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers
They told us to leave, but bet they can't make us
Why they wanna pick on me...lock me up and snort away my key
I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure
I ain't straight outta Compton I'm straight out the trailer
Cuss like a sailor...drink like a Mick
My only words of wisdom are just, Radio Edit
I'm flicking my Bic up and down that coast and
Keep on trucking until it falls in the ocean
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
Spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine
Cowboy
Riding at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy
I can smell a pig from a mile away
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
(And if you're wondering that's a photo-Polaroid of Marilyn Chambers at the Dove theater in the midwest during her cross-country touring of the movie "Insatiable" which I just got on DVD from a friend of mine as a gift.)
And yes, I visted them even under-age.
I was sooooo bad.
In fact, I also knew that next to the best sandwich shop on Broadway (It had no a/c & the owner smoked over the counter), but there was a porno theater which mainly consisted of a girl (or old man) at a booth taking $5 for a folding seat and passage through a small door with a diamond piece of glass and a large scary-looking man waiting on a stool with his arms crossed. Very scary ...
Why am I telling these stories now?
Because as I grow older I have to allow the hedonism to drip out of me like a slow-bleeding wound and watch live in this town (and many across America) become more generic and flaccid. I mean fucking dull. I doubt that Houston has any more edge of excitement than Iowa does, and I was just there a few years ago. Maybe, to bide my wickedness I need to slip & slide in the pages of swingers magazines & follow the temptations around the country seeing what mischief I can make before my time ends.
Am I that afraid of time at the age of 40? is 40 really the new 30, as the worlds' media hypes for the relevancy of the cougars chasing down young stupid actors while plastically-holding out their surgically enhanced figures in their late 20's? I wish I could go back in time with the knowledge I have now. I'd warn my past-self that his indecisiveness and fear-factors are nothing in life. He should not have feared honesty, or rejection, or stayed cocooned in despair and sadness, crying into his pillows or angrily drinking himself into a few accident and fights and escapes. He just needs to LIVE!
And now I am trying to do this ... now moreso than ever.
Hopefully I'll slip away from my own conceit and make a smile of my life ... a dream come true.
Hopefully you will to my friends & angels.
Always,
~jules~
Hopefully this video will make you smile, giggle and run your heart a little faster.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9rcgm5kEdGk - Cowboy (enhanced video)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P5T3efSH6NU - Kid Rock's Cowboy
"Cowboy"
Cowboy...Cowboy
Well I'm packing up my game and I'm a head out west
Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills chill like Flynt
Buy an old drop top find a spot to pimp
And I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch
Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' chilling the most
Then rock that bitch up and down the coast
Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars
Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars
Then to Tijuana... I wanna roam
Find Motown and tell them fools to come back home
Start an escort service, for all the right reasons
And set up shop at the top of four seasons
Kid Rock and I'm the real McCoy
And I'm headin' out west sucker...because I wanna be a
Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby
West coast chilling with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Riding at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away
I bet you'll hear my whistle blowing when my train rolls in
It goes (whistle) like dust in the wind
Stoned pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mind
I once was lost, but now I'm just blind
Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and rice
Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleiss
And if the price is right I'm gonna make my bid boy
And let Cali-for-ny-aye know why they call me
Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby
West coast chilling with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Riding at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away
Yeah...Kid Rock...you can call me Tex
Rollin sunset woman with a bottle of Becks
Seen a slimy in a vette, rolled down my glass
And said, Yeah this dick fits right in your ass
No kidding, gun slinging, spurs hitting the floor
Call me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce in the horse
No remorse for the sheriff, in his eye I ain't right
I'm gonna paint his town red, and paint his wife white HUH
Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus
Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players
Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers
They told us to leave, but bet they can't make us
Why they wanna pick on me...lock me up and snort away my key
I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure
I ain't straight outta Compton I'm straight out the trailer
Cuss like a sailor...drink like a Mick
My only words of wisdom are just, Radio Edit
I'm flicking my Bic up and down that coast and
Keep on trucking until it falls in the ocean
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
Spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine
Cowboy
Riding at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy
I can smell a pig from a mile away
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
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