Jack Kerouac with William S. Burroughs, taken by Allen Ginsberg.
“Now Jack, as I warned you far back as 1945, if you keep going back home to live with your “Memère” you’ll find yourself wound tighter and tighter in her apron strings ‘till you’re an old man and can’t escape…” William Seward Burroughs camping as an Andrè Gideion[?] sophisticate lecturing the earnest Thomas Wolfean All-American youth Jack Kerouac who listens soberly dead-pan to “the most intelligent man in America” for a funny second’s charade in my living room 206 East 7th Street Apr 16, Manhattan, one evening fall 1953.
-Allen Ginsberg
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“Can’t Surf” is a song I wrote with Sean Lennon in 1999 on a trip to LA to record with Money Mark. We were listening to a lot of Beach Boys and Weezer, and hanging out and recording near Manhattan Beach (where the pic is from), which seemed like a pretty ironic name to us at the time. This demo was recorded at Sean’s studio in NYC. He played all the instruments.
Never heard this before… :D
And, look what the Tumblr dragged in… Mr. Jordan Galland!
This music is exactly the stuff of my high-school days. :oD
These four boys are so amazing at playing the psychopath that it causes me to have heart palpitations.
