Last train to Torksville

Posted: February 21, 2019 in music
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I’m back from my away mission. It wasn’t the away mission I would prefer to go away for. Some guys go to New York, London, Paris, Munich. I go to Fall River, San Jose, and Merced. Merced. Fall River without the glitter.

If I owe you an email, I’ll reply after I finish this post.

If I owe you a letter, I’ll write one at the next monthly meeting of the typewriter club. Yes there is a typewriter club, and yes I go to their meetings. So long as those folks own typewriters, I don’t have to.

If I owe you a sext – no I don’t, I sent it from the airport!

Our series on forgotten bands continues tomorrow. See, I didn’t forget. But I am going to condense the nonsense, because I have other stuff to do and I’ve been having second thoughts about resurrecting some of these people.

RIP Peter Tork.

But the porpoise is waiting
Good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye

Surprise: “The Porpoise Song,” the psychedelic valentine from Head, a song that was written by Gerry Goffin and Carole King, is a favorite of headbangers. Middle-aged doom-dwellers Trouble perform one of the better covers. Give it a chance – there’s some awesome shredding at the 2:45 mark. Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, Peter.

  1. Dr. D says:

    When I want feel better I listen to “CIA Man” by the Fugs. That works.

    • Run-DMSteve says:

      There’s one clever line in the whole song (the second below):

      Who can buy a government so cheap?
      Change a cabinet without a squeak?
      Fucking-a man!
      (Fucking-A! C-I-A!)
      CIA Man!

      One verse after another, no chorus, no bridge — but heavy, man, for 1967. Fucking-A, man.

  2. Mr. Seaside says:

    Don’t you also resemble a member of a Postcard Club, which you must be forgoing to visit a room full of Clackety Clack machines? Maybe see you someday? I ‘have something’ for you. Music- related. Loved the sext from the airport…but you must have crossed your text contacts. Sorry, I’m not into ‘whatever you’re selling.’

    • Run-DMSteve says:

      So that’s who I sent the sext to. Mr. Seaside? I was aiming for Ms. Motion in the Ocean. Sorry, kid, my bad.

      Yes, I’ve got some splainin’ to do. I’ve neglected one of my prime clubs! Hope to make this up in March. I’d bring you something for your starfish collection, but I know you already have it.

  3. Accused of Lurking says:


    I wake up, and there’s Run-DMSteve in my inbox, ready to punch me in the face, raise existential questions, and set the agenda for my day.

    1. “Pop Muzik?” Really? It’ll be hours before that earworm leaves my head.
    2. Where is Merced and why would anyone go there?
    3. Now I’m gonna have to set Alexa to non-stop Monkees’ songs. THANKS!

    • Run-DMSteve says:

      1. I heard “Pop Muzik” on satellite radio in my rental car on the way from San Jose to Merced. Happy to pass it along, bro. Better than tasing you!
      2. On the way to Yosemite, but not close enough for me to run over there for the afternoon. I was on a video shoot for Survivor, which is filming a season in Merced, though I hear most of the cast had deserted by this morning.
      3. Surprisingly, the 60s satellite channel was NOT set to non-stop Monkees’ songs!

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