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Saturday, July 18, 2015


Blanche in Friendly Lounge on 7-16-15--Italian Market

91-year-old Blanche in the Friendly Lounge. She came in to tell Don, the bar owner, to buy her a pretzel with honey mustard.



Chuck Olroski said...

LinH; Since Wednesday (July 15), I am driving school bus (shuttle) service for the Camp Biscuit concert at Montage Mountain, Toyota Pavilion. Pressed for time, when I looked at photo of Blanche and her "pretzel" search, I wanted to write some.

Young people are calling Camp Biscuit a "show," not a concert. One West Virginia girl, in early twenties told me that, "Camp Biscuit is more of a movement than mere concerts." Crowd is anticipated to be almost 75,000 strong, the most ever her; locals are complaining on Talk "Comment" Radio on how Camp Biscuit was booted out of New York State.

Assigned to shuttle people from the Hampton/Comfort Inn to top of mountain, on first day of driving I got $33.00 (total) in tips, and one Boston-based lady, 55-years old boarded my bus, a chiropractor, she wore a hippie-type bright blue top, with white letters declaring "Unfuck America." You would have liked her, & by time we reached drop-off Gate 1, a chiropractor, she reached in purse, smiled, and gave me a $5.00 tip! Most of my shuttle passengers were seemingly wealthy kids, event tickets ranged from $125 to $180.00. At Toyota Pavilion,I learned a 24-ounce beer cost $11.00, bottled water $4.99. Prior to entry, all had to undergo search, campers were only allowed to bring in either a case of beer or 1-bottle of liquor, which had to last to show end, Sunday evening, July 18!

Last night at 10:30 P.M., I drove a really sweet girl from Philadelphia back to the Hampton Inn. She was at show since Noon, and very tired. She explained how her boyfriend disappeared "into the music Wednesday afternoon," and consequently, four crazy people occupied her room! She told me how they were doing lots of drugs, endlessly talked through the night, and learned that "four people died from over doses." There were two "Mash" type hospitals onsite, and there were well over 50 drug busts. Incredible -- a fortyish black man said he actually witnessed some guys take a drug which "spiked the brain, and provoked DREAMS." At any rate, he fulfilled my dream, gave me a $5.00 tip, and not one (1) soul spoke about the "terror" murder of US Marines at recruiting station.

Finally, if you find time, look on You Tube for ""Disco Biscuit," apparently the most popular group among "show" attendees. Come August 13-16, there's the "Peach Music Festival," featuring Greg Allman, Santana, and Willie Nelson. If you would like to get a rather unique slice of remaining Woodstock-Amerikan life, I can get you a free 1-day pass, roam the Toyota Pavilion, photograph and record! Must tally ho, loved Stephanie's reading, and... naz drowie.

x larry said...

hey chuck, hiya linh,
i just got in myself, read linh's postcard, now chuck's bit and had to write because i too just got back from a festival, my first ever (not counting two days at the mile high festival in denver about six years ago where i served lemonade as no one actually camped there that i know of). this one over here was called latitude, and i made curry. well, mainly i chopped onions and fried up pakoras. pretty fucking hellish. i slept in the lopsided 'van'--what we 'merkins call a truck (big white thing with roll up back door thing and hydraulic lift. i thought it was for 8 pounds. shit, turned out to be 7 an hour. 29 hours gruelling work from friday afternoon till last night, then he takes 4 hours' worth for expenses like getting me in the festival, food and 'money to get back with'--15 pounds, so a total of 190. i already had a return to cambridge but this was suffolk near linh's beloved great yarmouth, or not too too far, actually right near southwold, so i got one free shuttle bus to the other shuttle bus, waited about an hour on the grass then paid 2.50 to get to the station at halesworth i think, from which i jumped the train to ipswich, shot the turnstile with its little monitor guy and asked how much for a ticket to london? 32 fuckin pounds! what about with a network card? 22. (i carried my wife's network card, i don't have one as it costs around 30 something a year). get that train, another hour plus, thank god the lady didn't ask to see my network card with 'ms r robertson' on it. liverpool street station, ate mcdonalds for my once a year go, tube to farringdon, half hour wait for brighton train.
sorry. that was a very long explanation. but like linh said, i've been jonesing for the internet (also a shower, and my fingernails are still very black with the cuticles still covered in yellow pakora mix, from the turmeric, and unluckily enough my face totally broke out, all on or around the nose, about five huge whitehead honkers).
this festival, as i said my first, headlined portishead, who i'd never heard but saw their video screen from a huge distance. i mainly hung in either the 'poetry' or 'literature' tents right next to us. saw hanif koreshi (i think), who wrote 'buddha of suburbia' which we have but has always seemed to me a 'guardian book' to be avoided at all costs, that is it's the kind of thing that gets reviewed in the guardian. then saw the children's book 'poet' michael rosen, who was pretty funny. then some obscurer acts some of whom were better especially 'geektopia' i think they were called last night. along internet sex lines i watched a hot woman with an older hipster type (a grotesque) doing kissing and petting (tongue kissing, then his t shirt was up and she carressed his chest then, the highlight, some furtive-ish caresses of his cock over jean shorts and once slipped a finger INSIDE to do the same, then later he caressed her breasts, this was all very public on the grass right next to me as across the little pond thing with a stage in it an extremely annoying american bee atch led a performance of classical instrument, saying things like, 'more from cello two' (i think).
so much to write of this fucking thing. very middle class but apparently very mafia-fun. then i worked with typical young english types. we rocked literally all day to led zeppelin one day, and more of a mix another including much doors and jim morrison. they were ok in a way, some were quite nice IN THEIR WAY. but high school again? no thanks. well, i made my own bed, or better i dug my own hole....
thank you

x larry said...

that's 'mafia-run', definitely not 'fun'. did listen to zeppelin and doors lyrics for the first time ever. but i won't start on that


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Born in Vietnam in 1963, I came to the US in 1975, and have also lived in Italy, England and Germany. I'm the author of a non-fiction book, Postcards from the End of America (2017), two books of stories, Fake House (2000) and Blood and Soap (2004), six of poems, All Around What Empties Out (2003), American Tatts (2005), Borderless Bodies (2006), Jam Alerts (2007), Some Kind of Cheese Orgy (2009) and A Mere Rica (2017), and a novel, Love Like Hate (2010). I've been anthologized in Best American Poetry 2000, 2004, 2007, Great American Prose Poems from Poe to the Present, Postmodern American Poetry: a Norton Anthology (vol. 2) and Flash Fiction International: Very Short Stories From Around the World, etc. I'm also editor of Night, Again: Contemporary Fiction from Vietnam (1996) and The Deluge: New Vietnamese Poetry (2013). My writing has been translated into Italian, Spanish, French, Dutch, German, Portuguese, Japanese, Korean, Arabic, Icelandic and Finnish, and I've been invited to read in London, Cambridge, Brighton, Paris, Berlin, Leipzig, Halle, Reykjavik, Toronto, Singapore and all over the US. I've also published widely in Vietnamese.