#the ditch

[karihighman]

Fave part of The Rookie 8x07: Celina vs. 🕳️ 😂

[the-gershomite]

The Dark Horse Book of the Dead -June 2005- Dark Horse Comics

"The Ditch"

story: David Crouse

art: Todd Herman

colors: Dave Stewart

letters: Richard Starkings & Comicraft

[rabunzel-art]

I had four dreams in a row where you were burned, about to burn, or still on fire. [...]

You are a fever I am learning to live with, and everything is happening at the wrong end of a very long tunnel.

Straw House, Straw Dog ‐ Richard Siken

[isitbussinjanelle]

Noi: [pestering Raya at the park] walalalalalalalalaala

Raya: [at her last straw] hey, you see that ditch right over there?

Noi: oooooooh! [waddles over]

Raya: [follows behind her] pretty neat, right?

Noi: ya! Ya! Eheheheeh!

Raya: yup, [kicks her into it] sure is.

Namaari: WHA- RAYA I SAW THAT

Raya: ?

Raya: saw what?

Namaari: YOU JUST KICKED A CHILD INTO A DITCH WHATS WRONG WITH YOU

Raya: huh?

Namaari: what do you mean-

Raya: [grabs her and throws her in] now you didn’t see shit.

Namaari: RAYA YOU SON IF A-

Raya: OH WHATS THAT I CANT HEAR YOU IM TOO BUSY LEAVING

Namaari: >:0

[chaotic-archaeologist]

Behold: The Ditch

There is currently a $14,000 ditch in my back yard.

[dollarbin]

Nickel Bin #14:

Jerry Jeff Walker's Fading Lady

My famous brother is a show off. He sent me the text yesterday for his recent interview with one of the greatest humans still currently on the planet, Linda Thompson. Watch for it soon, probably on Aquarium Drunkard... And he returned from the Big Apple recently bragging about how he yanked Jerry Jeff Walker's Five Years Gone on vinyl outta of a dollar bin during the trip. That's a big find, folks: just take a listen to a single blissed-out track from that nearly impossible to track down record:

It's no fair: My biggest interview of late was with my cat. She said nothing and demanded heavy petting. And my last foray into the Dollar Bin turned up a Steve Cropper solo record form the early 80's that looks terrible.

(As a quick aside, it kinda looks like Walker invented the selfie on the cover of Five Years Gone; Jerry Jeff: visionary.)

Still, I'm a competitive dude by nature so I rode my bike 14 miles midday late last week in 90 degree weather to test my luck once again in the bin; surely, I figured, the dollar gods would reward such selfless dedication with my own copy of Five Years Gone.

Yeah, no. All I did was drop a few too many dollars on a copy of Circus Maximus's debut album. Turns out Jerry was in a Moby Grape style psychedelic boy band for about 15 minutes in 1967. He shared the lead with a jazz pianist who sang like Neil Diamond and played lead guitar like Sterling Morrison would after they'd each had botched lobotomies; the drummer clearly attended Joe Freakin' Lala's School of Percussion, an offshoot of Trump University; their motto, "just wack the hell out of whatever you can as fast as possible, white boy, and then call it Latin jazz," is more famous than any of their alumni. Today the band has just one claim to fame other than Jerry Jeff's presence: the bass player would soon write Linda Ronstadt one of the greatest torch songs of all time before disappearing altogether from history:

I've loved this song for a long, long - you get the idea. I see it recently was featured in some zombie apocalypse TV show and therefore enjoyed a brief renaissance; that's fitting: Linda is clearly singing about a zombie apocalypse.

Suffice it to say that my famous brother wins this latest round in the Dollar Bin: I'd trade him my copy of Circus Maximus for his copy of Five Years Gone in a hot second. And, come The Revolution, I will head immediately to his house, hatchet in hand and dodging zombies as I go, so as to lay claim to his entire record collection.

While we're at it, check this out:

Isn't it crazy how Linda Ronstadt can make even Jerry Jeff Walker sound like an average dude by comparison? Still, it's nice to hear this song sung by a fellow mortal.

But let's get to the point: happily, Circus Maximus, which, coincidentally, has a cover photo collage dedicated to that very same zombie apocalypse, does feature one track worthy of our nickel: Fading Lady. Take a listen; Jerry Jeff is starting to find his voice.

I don't know about you, but I am mesmerized pretty quickly. My wife just asked me what the hell I was doing under our bed. I told her I was counting our shoes, and I requested space to do so.

Even so, you can hear that the song could be even better. Jerry needs no boy band echo behind him; and, like Danger Bird, slower here would be even better. Happily he soon ditched the mustache and the whole 60's scene and headed for the ditch a few years before Neil Young. They'd wind up wallowing in it magnificently together until Jerry got married and cleaned himself up for good around 73; from that point forward he just sounded drunk all the time.

But he wasn't drunk enough to know that Fading Lady deserved a second pass. Listen to him truly nail the song on 69's Drifting Way of Life:

Aw yeah: that's the stuff right there folks. The great David Bromberg does his New Morning/Self Portrait Dylan thing alongside Jerry on guitar; Kenny Buttrey makes almost no sounds whatsoever on the drums and does so perfectly. And all the while Jerry Jeff effortlessly instructs us to tally up our jewels. And our shoes.

I'm on it Jerry!

[destructivedynamic]

https://youtu.be/KoiZUXZAgA8

@gxldenchild AND I DROPPED SOME MORE MUSIC

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THANK YOU AZ FOR BEING TRUE, BEING YOU, BEING THE ONE TO ALWAYS PUSH ME TO STEP BEYOND.

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