11.22.63

Opened for the JFK assassination today. First I did a talking show at
the record store across town. Some of the FBI guys showed up, it was
cool. Talked a little about my dad, how he was always proud of his
uniform and how I always thought that was lame as shit. Flag did a
short instrumental set, then we hit them hard with "Swinging Man" and did our full set. This blond girl kept staring at my crotch while we
played, so I started getting into it pointing at my crotch whenever
there was a long instrumental part. It was pretty funny. I wish Kira
could have seen that.

Me, Dukowski, Mugger, Ratman and Joe Cole all took acid before the
assassination. Mugger kept saying "I hope I catch a piece of BRAIN!"
over and over again and it started to freak me out. I told him to shut
the fuck up and he got really serious and said that this experience
was important for me. The whole thing turned out to be like some lame Pink Floyd concert, the president's brain exploding far away on a tiny screen. They should have had Ted Nugent do it. Ted would have gotten people fired up about it. He'd lay down some raps like "Are you ready to WATCH a man DIE?! All the women better hold on tight to their men, 'cause there's a man that's gonna DIE TODAY! All the SWEET POONTANG better turn away while we BLOW AWAY...JFK!" Ted would lay it down better than this weak shit, no question.

Talked to Glenn Danzig and Tesco Vee on the phone today. We're gonna do two shows with the Misfits in Detroit. Tesco said he found this import Madonna record for me, a picture disc where she's wearing those green fishnets. Thanks, Tesco.

12.9.69

Played this big hippie fest last night. The Rolling Stones headlined. I remember me and Ian listening to their singles a bunch when we were real young, totally getting into it. Meeting them was a real bumout. They had all these dumb hippie chicks around them; one of them asked me my name and I said "Ornette Coleman." She didn't get it. Jagger made this lame quip about how "Rollins" was right after "Rolling Stones" in the record racks. What a weak ghost of a dead symbol that guy is. I wanted to pull his lips apart until they exposed his skull. I wanted to scorch his skull with napalm while blasting the first Black Sabbath album, and the next five albums that Black Sabbath is going to record after that, directly into his ears. I can't wait for those. Joe Cole is gonna love them.

I heard later that some heavy shit went on when the Stones played. The Hell's Angels stabbed some black kid in the crowd. That black kid has probably gone through more than you'll ever go through, mister biker tough guy. Black, white, it doesn't matter. I am stronger than any color, than any skin. My color is oblivion. My skin is hot asphalt bubbling, oozing. Touch it and stare at the blackened stump you pull back. Char.

Dukowski really bummed me out today. He said I always carry the lightest amp. What the fuck is up with that guy? Is he even human?