ohhh, joe...

my sweet, dead joe. sigh... he's been showing up in my dreams. last night i dreamed about making out with him in the back of a van on a long, dark drive through the winding back roads of the Southeast. it was so vivid, i could feel his teeth on my lips. and he was chewing gum. white mint gum. if i was slightly crazier than i already am, i'd be tempted to say that joe and i share some kind of... i don't know, ethereal kinship that exists from like, beyond the grave or whatever. i have no idea what kind of girl he liked when he was 'down here with us,' but maybe he and i would've hit it off. so um, i found this picture of him from his Clash days a long time ago. wow. like, could he get any sexier? its like, '...hey joe, you don't have to check your face before you go onstage... i can assure you its all gorgeous.' joe, i love you. (click to enlarge)

the clash : english civil war - video

let joe show you how hard he can be.

j is for joe

joe strummer, ladies and gentlemen. i've been having a hot fling with joe for most of the summer. thanks to the miracle of video sharing, i've been able to see great footage of him on stage with the clash. he's so hot, so intense... completley invested in his art, yet detached and locked in some private introspective rebellion. (mmm, what the hell am i talking about?) before i get too analytical (or recklessly poetic) i'll just say that i love the sound of his voice, i love his energy, i love his face, and i love to watch him work. and its a queer thing to discover someone after they're dead. i felt similar things as a child, reading my mother's thick cream canvas-bound copy of norman mailer's 'marilyn,' and becoming bewitched by her image, only to be told she was dead long before i was born. wooing a ghost is a tricky thing... how carnal do you let your thoughts get? something tells me mr. strummer wouldn't mind if he knew i was still down here, imagining him and myself in a torrid groupie situation. or maybe he liked boys? i don't know... i don't know him very well. but i like what i see, and perhaps more importantly, i like what i hear. sweet dreams, joe. god bless you.

baby joe

sometime in the last week or two i had a wild, hard, violent fling with joe strummer, the late great frontman of the clash. for about six nights we couldn't keep our hands off eachother. i dug up every song and film clip i could find. i was just entranced by his cool rebellious ways and intelligent brutality. i discovered he really had a beautiful face... its almost always contorted in guttural song, but i still saw past the surface beast and recognized there was beauty there. even with the pale skin, even with the bad teeth, something about him was...is, lovely. god bless you joe.