4.8.04 | Obituary: (of some dead Jewish guy you've probably never heard of)
You ever heard of Hyam Maccoby?
In fact i'm a wee bit miffed that i only hear about him now he's bleedin' dead. Typical... like the first band i ever fell in love with,
Galaxie 500. I'd just gone and bought their 3rd album This Is Our Music (which, incidentally, is perfect for drinking cocktails to on those warm hazy summer days) when the lead singer upped and split... after i read the news in that weeks Melody Maker i spent the rest of the day getting very, very drunk, writing bad angsty poetry, and ringing around friends for moral suport, and occasionally sobbing into my booze with melodramatic self-pity. That's when not gazing wistfully off into the distance in a fit of Victorian melancholy... (The Victorians used it like a fashion accessory by the way...)
Typical conversation went thus:
Me: They've shplitty!!
Friend: Hello? Who is this?
Me: 'Shme! THeyss Shplitted!
Friend: Are you drunk? Who is this?!?
Me: 'SHME! ShMEEE! Shatt erm erNyNE!
Friend: Who? Do i know you?
Me: Yerssh, but. But! Thash no 'mportan'. NooOOOoo! Th' Glaxxashies, aye meansh th' Galaxiansh have s- shplitted!! 'm inconsholoabel. No wait! thash a arcade gaaam... or di' they'nvade? Gaad, thish pub carpe', is fookin dishgustinn'...
Friend: If this is a prank call i'm gonna call the police, you know!?
Friend: Hello? Hello? (Puts phone down in disgust)
(At this point i had probably taken to re-examining my relationship with gravity, and also the fascinating pattern i had discovered in the pub carpet)
(Of course i HAD to ring him back... several times)
Soo anyway.... where the fuck was i? Oh yeah.
Dead guy. Hyam Maccoby i was reading that in Saturdays Guardian.
I have a lot of doubts about much of modern day religions, but the obit for him, made me think i might be able to refine some of these doubts... i especially liked his thoughts on Christ. Whom i do believe existed, son of God or not.... and to my mind, the first socialist.
I must buy some of this guys works. Immediately... hmm... i wonder of some of my religious friends could be persuaded... naah, they'd kill me! (laughs)
Right that's enough about Dead guys. Worrabout Elvis, eh? He works as a car mechanic dahn the end of my street, y'knaw...