I feel I owe the regular readers of Doc40 some explanation of how come the blog suddenly vanished from the face of the earth. I’d ready mentioned that I was humping a deadline on a book, but that was just the start of it. Overworked, getting sick, running out of cash, weird externals also demanded my attention, not least a sudden regime change at LA CityBeat, and domestic distractions like my cat Newton becoming increasingly dotty and ancient. Starting to feel like the walls were closing in, I began to realize I wasn’t the multi-tasking tear-away of yore, and a self protective animal instinct kicked in, causing me to retreat into a form of hiding, just pushing on with the book project, and feeling too frayed at the end of each day to do much more than fitfully crash. (I had also stopped taking valium, because the depressions I knew weren’t good for me.)
Thus you have my true confession. Sorry to all who missed me and especially those to whom I owe emails. Thanks to those how expressed their concern. I will live to fight another day, but that doesn’t always sound like the best of news. Doc40 will return and gather strength. I begin to understand why Dr Thompson shot himself, but homie don’t play that.
Thus you have my true confession. Sorry to all who missed me and especially those to whom I owe emails. Thanks to those how expressed their concern. I will live to fight another day, but that doesn’t always sound like the best of news. Doc40 will return and gather strength. I begin to understand why Dr Thompson shot himself, but homie don’t play that.
The secret word is Exhaustion.
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23 comments:
Just good to know you're still with us Mick...
Like I said before, just do what you've got to do.
Love,
The Celebrated Mr K
We love ya, Chairman!
Things are going GREAT on this end . . . I've got classes and can improve my poetry.
Come on, people--you know the only reason they pulled out of Vietnam was that the generals thought that the troops would be needed for crowd control here in the U.S. Did they overestimate our resolve? Hell no!
By the way, my name is Todd Evans, here in ole Virginee . . .
My half-Cherokee grandmother had some slave money on the Scottish side. Nothin' like slave-ownin' Injuns!
I do wish ole McLuhan was around sometimes for his witty insights . . .
I hope our favorite singer is doing great. It wasn't easy for her with me around . . . or without. She's the sweetest, most generous person that one could ever meet.
On a brighter note, what the hell was McCain talking about last month in Arizona--something about it being "balmy." Politics--what a pain in the ass.
Glad to have you posting again, Mick.
Ditto.
But take it easy Mick, we can wait now we know what's up.
Sending love and every good thought.
"The way knows itself."
post when you feel alright. guess we can wait till then....take care doc..
Hey look seriously, you sure you don't wanna come up and drink tea and play the ukulele? Because, comes right down to it, fuck hard work and worries, not that we don't know all about them. Short of sitting by the creek sipping on the old oolong, take care of yourself however you can. We don't read your posts because we demand shit of you. We read your posts because we like to hear what you have to say. If you've not got much to say, it's cool, you're among friends.
everyday i log on to the blog for some common sense and clear thought and high funk.. once in a while, it's nice to know you're human.. take care doc.. loads of love from across 'birmingham to bangalore'
take it easy and keep it surreal Mick
that's what we visit for
Heard you on Radio prog here in uk yesterday about 1968 and all that. You said at the end that all societies have an underground /alternative to them and that thought you would wish to pass on. Thats why we read you bro...
Golly.. glad to see you back. Hope, i cudd certainly fill up all beginner's form to learn the revolution. I am not the regular ,butlooking forward for your blogs. LoAds of love.
Dear Chairman Mick,
Sorry to hear about the perfect storm of shit that happened to be your life in recent weeks. But it's good to hear you're slowly getting back to the fight.
Listen, take care and do what you need to do to recover. I and other fans need to "hear" your voice. You and your work means a lot more than the mainstream media's constant entreaties to be fucked in the ass by the rich and powerful.
P.S. Does the news that the new season of "Battlestar Galactica" starts up tonight brighten your day a little?
Ride on.
I figured they'd nabbed you for looting the supermarket.
Bloody good to have you back, Mick - we love you, man! May vampires never (ever) steal your lunch money! Hellfire, my wife is pouring me a celebratory gin even as I write..
Oh, and about Doc Thompson: I know a bunch of dead guys. Some of them drop around and give me a hard time occasionally, because they know I miss them. These are not satisfying visits. I prefer my live friends. Not to mention, what's the rush?
Punk's not dead!
just gathering strengh.
Dude, as me ol' granddad used to say, "...sometimes life just gets in the way..."
Sorry to hear that you haven't been feeling too great;I'm also sorry that your finances appear to be a bit strained - remember, if things get really bad, you can always go and loot the supermarket, before you do that, reread steal this book, which contains great tips for all shoplifters,as relevant to day as they have always been.
Mick, why have you posted a picture of yourself,standing in front of a a naked female? Isn't that a bit sexist? Oh well, I suppose Yippee(1968) opened with a totally unnecesarry naked female banging a gong, so you are following in counterculture tradition. What postion do women occupy in the underground? A horizontal one. You've got to laugh, ain't ya. Well, Mick, take care of yourself, and don't work to hard.
Why do I get the feeling you'd rather see me paralysed.
Dear Mr Farren:I'm a big fan of yours, and I certainly wouldn't like to see you paralysed; I wouldn't like anything bad to happen to you; and if, as seems to be the case, you have recently not been in the best of health, I offer you my genuine best wishes, and I sincerely hope that you have made - or do make - a full recovery.
I think it would be great, if you collected and published all of your rock writings. In your own writings, in my opinion, you are often deliberately provocative. Stupidly, in writing to you, I thought I should be provocative; I now realize this was a mistake; and, to repeat myself, I certainly would not like to see you paralysed.
You might get the feeling that I'd rather see you paralysed, because all of the drugs you have taken have made you paranoid...I'm just being stupid again now! I'm in London, and if there is any assistance I can offer you just ask. Best wishes.
I'm sorry. There are times when I guess my antennae are over-tuned for possible hostility. Do remember, though, much of the stuff posted here, like the Brit swaddies on acid, is supposed to be both funny and also provide a patchwork history of past excess.
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