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JACK ERDIE: December 2005

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Wednesday, December 21, 2005. For years now, I've dreamed that homocide police were closing in on me for a murder that I gradually remember (in the dream) having committed. It's not always the same victim, neither had I always killed them in the same manner. But I would always wake with, and for a while carry, a dreadful guilt, as though I were actually guilty. Now, I'm pretty sure I've never murdered anybody. (Okay, I'm. My friend said, "Damn, Jack! So, at worst, I may have murdered a chicken. I kept ru...

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JACK ERDIE: December 2006

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Sunday, December 31, 2006. Here we are again in the revolving door between the old year and the new. And before we all hop out again, I'd like to offer a note of thanks, a bit of news, and a lyric for the next big occasion. Thanks to my partner, confidant, advisor, sweetener, and love: Camille. Thanks to Camille's family, (and you know why). Thanks to my own family for their avid interest in my doings, and for not doing in my avid interests. Thanks to my magnificent patron and mighty producer: Mark Perna.

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JACK ERDIE: October 2005

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Wednesday, October 12, 2005. While Posting My Schedule. I was stapling my performance schedule to a telephone pole in the small burg of Short Term Memory, when somebody jabbed me on a wingbone with a sturdy fingertip. I spun round to find a short, bull-necked man in a Tommy Hilfiger polo shirt, Dockers slacks, and penny loafers. What'cha nailin' to my pole? Performance schedule. How do you mean: your pole? I see" I went back to stapling. So what are you, a performer? You in a band? What else do you do?

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JACK ERDIE: January 2006

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Friday, January 13, 2006. The Case of the Stolen Chickens by Elijah Hetrick (My nephew, when he was eight years old). I rushed to search for some clues. When I jogged in the forest, I looked on the ground for some clues. I saw a chicken feather. I picked it up and dropped it in my pocket. Finally I walked deeper into the forest. All of a sudden, I bumped into a thorn bush! I yelled, "Ouch! I thought to myself,. Someone's clothes caught on this branch and a piece of it tore off. He responded, "No! He made...

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JACK ERDIE: November 2005

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Wednesday, November 30, 2005. NOTHING IS SAFE (new lyric). I’ve been watching you. You heard some old codger say. Play it safe and later you’ll be grateful.". So, here’s your talkin’ to:. If your last meal was today. Would you go half-starved and leave a plateful? So if you’re hungry. You better dig right in. Then take it on the chin. Nothing alive is safe. You better get it in your head. Nothing alive is safe. Coz safe, my friend,. Is just another word for dead. My big job interview. It was all 401K.

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JACK ERDIE: February 2006

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Wednesday, February 15, 2006. Some folks, when they reach the ocean. Think that's just as far as they can go. Some, bedeviled by the sea,. Will hollow out a trea and set afloat. Still others settle on the shore. And gather sweet companions under wing. To make a circle round a fire. And there aspire to help each other sing. A song that's waiting to be found. But circles only go around. Sayonara, my darlings. This ship is outward bound. I loved a girl from Iowa. One summer month of magic days. Mystery Sand...

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JACK ERDIE: May 2007

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Tuesday, May 29, 2007. A seventeen year old male had climbed a tree outside of Myrie Bledsoe's home. The distraught woman discovered him outside her bedroom window at two in the morning and called the authorities. Two fire trucks and four police cars arrived on the scene to assist in the removal of the man. In the meantime, he fell out. The minor received a few bruises. He was taken into custody, and later released to his parents. Charges were not pressed. The Times-West Virginia circa 1982. There was a ...

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JACK ERDIE: January 2007

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Monday, January 22, 2007. Spritz the rugs with Chlordane. Lice? Dip them head first in a vat of Chlordane. There's no point to this foray into my yesteryear. It's just a glimpse into one of the bizarre elements of my childhood that helped to shape the person I am now. Link: Proof of The Termite King (www.interesting.vaty.net/2006 08 01 vatyinteresting archive.html). Posted by Jack Erdie at 2:13 PM. Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, United States. West Virginia born, focaccia bread. View my complete profile.

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JACK ERDIE: February 2007

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Friday, February 02, 2007. Failed Forays into a Life of Crime: Midget Bandits. The day was colder than the night before. My accomplice and I stood on the half-way landing of a long stairway and shifted from side to side, bouncing on the balls of our feet. Our breath formed a crystalline mist in the air between us. The stair ran eighty feet from one end of the Mid-city bridge to the parking lot below. He nodded. He looked scared. Don't worry, we'll be in and out of there in two minutes.". Here is how I im...