Lorena Ros

 

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Bourbon Old-Fashioned recipe

3 dashes bitters
1 tsp water
1 sugar cube
3 oz bourbon whiskey
1 slice orange
1 maraschino cherry

In an old-fashioned glass, muddle the bitters and water into the sugar cube, using the back of a teaspoon. Almost fill the glass with ice cubes and add the bourbon. Garnish with the orange slice and the cherry. Serve with a swizzle stick.

Serve in: Old-Fashioned Glass

 

 

 

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listen to her music it will change your life

 

 

MARYANNE AMACHER MADE MUSIC THAT WHEN YOU PLAYED IT REALLY LOUD IT MADE THIS WEIRD THING HAPPEN INSIDE YOUR EARS. MUSIC THAT WAS PHYSICAL. SHE HAD ONE DREADLOCK THAT WOULD SOMETIMES SWING AND TOUCH YOU. SHE WORE A RED JUMPER SUIT. THERE WERE CRAZY STORIES ABOUT HER HOUSE. ABOUT HOW SHE HADN'T BEEN IN THE THIRD FLOOR IN YEARS AND THAT ANIMALS LIVED THERE. OR THAT STOCKHAUSEN SCORES WOULD BE SCATTERED AROUND THE FLOOR. ONE TIME I WENT TO HER HOUSE BUT SHE WOULDN'T LET US IN BECAUSE SHE SAID IT SMELLED TOO BAD AND WAS TOO MESSY. SHE USED TO TALK REALLY SLOWLY AND WALK REALLY SLOWLY AND WOULD ROLL HER CIGARETTES REALLY SLOWLY. I WATCHED A JOHN CAGE MOVIE WITH HER. ON A PREVIOUS XIU XIU TOUR, EITHER IN OHIO OR PENNSLYVANIA, CHES WAS DRIVING, I WAS IN THE PASSENGER SEAT, WE PUT ON HER CD AND PLAYED IT REALLY REALLY REALLY LOUD. IT WAS GREAT. I CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED, I THINK MAYBE WE HAD TO TURN IT DOWN. MARYANNE DIED THIS MORNING.

 

i don't steal pills from her cabinet anymore. i stopped smoking. i even quit coffee. so i down mugs and mugs of tea pungent with the smell of steaming leaves.

i would watch a lot of tv, but i don't have one. so i download youtube videos, painting my nails and lips red in between the buffering silences and streaming flashes of beyonce.

i bake a lot, i add sugared ginger pieces to carrot cake, blueberries to zucchini bread, cardamom to cupcakes. i'd like to fool myself that i'm more different than i really am. my fridge is stuffed with tupperwares full of week-old cakes and bread.

nights are the easiest. 2am, and i head to the 24-hour walmart and push my cart around the giant aisles, swerving around stoners by the electronics section. i order chocolate chip waffles at waffle house. i go to the xxx video store and slowly browse the racks of cum shots while sneaking sidelong glances at the men breaking each other coming in and out of the booths in the back.

some time before morning, i find myself sleepless, sober, dry heaving against the bathroom tiles.

still it's easier to be alone. easier to be unhappy.

 

Former Ghosts tour diary

 

Ann Peebles, Al Green, Otis Redding, Carl Perkins, Elvis, Johnny Cash, Booker T. Jones... I'm going to live here and become Jun from Mystery Train, creepers and all. Who'll be my Mitsuko?

 

I am back in OK and you can tell.
Our flight attendant just thanked a
soldier for serving our country and
is making everyone wait so he can depart first.
Everyone was clapping, do you think
I'd be talked to by security if I would have started booing?
I'm going to sleep forever tomorrow.

 

thee Toronto show is back on for Friday October 16th

it has been moved to Heartbeeat 960 located at 960 Queen St at Shaw

8pm!!
thank you!

 

 

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nerdily, i went on the haunted history tour through the french quarter.

here, the ghosts keep reappearing to tell tales of its history.

the yellow fever claimed 10,000 lives in the city. they stacked bodies on intersections until the the corpses roasted and steamed till they split open like sausages. some will see ghosts of bodies or smell the stench. it is of this intersection that robert johnson sings of.

the first fire wiped out 80% of the city and killed a third of its population. the school children still haunt the dorms they died in. many are happy, playing around with the tourists who are now staying in those school-to-hotel converted rooms. some have appeared scorched. skin charred, eyes hollow, trembling and disoriented.

lady delphnie tortured her slaves. they found bodies locked in a room: a woman scalped and peeled like an orange around her waist. a man's face cut in a cross and peeled open, bones cut out of forehead, cheeks, and chin, and rearranged on the face. a woman still alive stuffed into a chest with every bone broken and joint popped out. they found the bodies because the cook, who was chained to the stove and only allowed to move from stove to her bed a few feet away set fire to the kitchen, drawing the attention of police to the scene.
before lady delphnie fled, she held pistols to her slaves and buried them alive underneath her house. for weeks afterwards, the townspeople could hear screaming and moaning from underneath the sidewalk, but no one did anything about it. 110 years later, while renovating, they found the bodies under the caved in sidewalks.

civil war soldiers appear in a hotel room during mardi gras, pirates at bars, 18th c. schoolchildren play with elevators, vampires haunt among cars. "dead" is not the right word for them.

would you want to be a ghost? where would you haunt? who could you never leave?

 

has ghosts.
on to Mississippi.

 

here it is

im in stuttgart germany

where are you

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jamie is on this
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She was jealous, possessive, and manipulative. So was I. I hated her because she wouldn't let me forget me. But still I had a soft spot for her which she pounded a nail into every chance she got.

The only time we were kind was when we fucked. I stripped myself bear and offered it up fully. Tit in mouth and cunt in hand, I would discover that virtue and sin can exist in everything.

In the morning, I awoke with a renewed sense of beginning, feeling we could change. She would be somebody else today, and I would wear my pain loosely. Every night, I would go to sleep thinking I would try again. In between, these were the times we nurtured our beasts.