Alaskan Space-Grunge Is Much Better Than Tennessean Death-Country
Way out East there was this fella — fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of Spence Peppard. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. Spence Peppard, he called himself Spence Peppard. Now,Spence Peppard — he didn’t make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise.
But then again, maybe that’s why I found the place so darned interestin’. They call Tennessee The Volunteer State. I didn’t find it to be that, exactly. But I’ll allow that there are some nice people there. ‘Course I can’t say I’ve seen London, and I ain’t never been to France. And I ain’t never seen no queen in her damned undies, so the feller says. But I’ll tell you what — after seeing Tennessee, and this here story I’m about to unfold, well, I guess I seen somethin’ every bit as stupefyin’ as you’d see in any of them other places. And mostly in English, too. So I can die with a smile on my face, without feelin’ like the good Lord gypped me.
Sometimes there’s a man — I won’t say a hero, ’cause, what’s a hero? But sometimes, there’s a man. And I’m talkin’ about Spence Peppard here. Sometimes, there’s a man, well, he’s the man for his time and place. He fits right in there. And that’s Spence Peppard, in the Tennessee. And even if he is an insane man — and Spence Peppard was most certainly that. Quite possibly the most insane man in Tennessee, which would place it high in the runnin’ for being craziest worldwide. But sometimes there’s a man, sometimes, there’s a man. Aw. I lost my train of thought here. But — aw, hell; I’ve done introduced him enough.
2 thoughts on “Alaskan Space-Grunge Is Much Better Than Tennessean Death-Country”
Well call me crazy but it kind’a grew on me. In a slow, throbbing toothache sort’a way.
Hi Tim, thanks for reading and commenting!
It grows like a spore or a fungi. It’s more like a yeast culture than anything else.