It's been since January that I let slip a track from Bukowski in Dub.
Here a harrowing tale...just another typical day in the life of Hank Chinaski...Dubbed as should be...
Bukowski in Dub, EP Records EP909.
Charles Bukowski - track 11: Christ, You’ll Never Know
To excess,
NØ
Back in October last I posted an old bit I’d written years ago called To EXCESS!! (for Charles Bukowski).
At the very bottom I snuck in a link to "The Most (in Dub)" from the super rare Bukowski in Dub release.
A friend asked if I could post up that album in its entirety, but I'm sworn not to, but I decided to let slip another track, "Born Into This" from that album.
Enjoy,
NØ
10 March 94 - 7am
Motor City Steve is at the dawn door with a couple 40s. Just another day in hell. Prop open my right eyelid with a twist-off top. Grab a section of Steve's always present latest daily news. Got the obits. Great. I'll look & see if I made it to another day...
...but Bukowski didn't make it. San Pedro Penninsula Hospital 4 March 1994. 4pm.
Stumble awake-now but must-be-dreaming. Stagger to the phone. Make a few necessary calls. Fnord.
By now I've already decided to get stupid drunk. Hang up the phone & start to drink...not to drown any sadness nor to be "like Buk"...just want to have a good one for all the good ones he's given me. To say "I'll miss you, old man" to one typer extraordinaire.
But the drunk didn't happen until several night later after a gallery showing with free wine. Then later beer & Wild Turkey with Scott Free & sad poet friend F. Smella.
But the drunk didn't happen that 7am Motor City Steve obit Buk morning because daily life kept inserting bits of reality upon the tapestry of fantasy that years of sharing Hank's wild times had painted in the instant my beer-cap propped open eye had scanned "Charles Bukowski Dead at 73, Poet Whose Subject was EXCESS!"
Was EXCESS!
I guess I somehow understand the oh-so twisted 'logic' of that be-here-now reality that I was forced to face that particular day. Sober & responsible. But it sucked.
Bye, Hank.
To EXCESS!
If you'd like to download & hear another version of "The Most" from Bukowski in Dub, go here.
Enjoy,
NØ
UPDATE: This post was re-uploaded 08/10/2013. Enjoy, NØ
This goes out to Salmagundi Syncopation. She posted some Buk on her blog & I’m returning the flavor.
This here masterpiece was recorded in 1966.
It was finally released by Steve Richmond’s Earth Books, 137 Holister Avenue, Santa Monica, CA. in 1977.
The great photos on the front & back covers & inside left & right gatefold are by Lawrence Robbin.
Bukowski is in fine form: drinking; smoking; & wise-cracking throughout the 90 Minutes in Hell.
According to legend, there were supposedly only 500 copies printed. I consider myself lucky to be one of those Fortunate 500.
Hank begins Side 4:
"Well, what’re you gonna do? All right, if you can’t waste tape, you can’t waste anything. If you can’t waste anything, you might as well quit. So, the next move is mine, right? & I’m too loaded to even be decent. All right, let’s try some more just for laughs. (Ho Ho Ho)."
He then follows up with the scathingly brilliant "A Report Upon the Consumption of Myself". Classic Bukowski, talking tough.