The Curious Mr. Rollins: Henry Rollins on the Glenn Beck Rally, Annoying Customs Officials, and Miles Davis' "Bitches Brew"
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This installment includes Henry's thoughts on Glenn Beck's rally, Miles Davis' Bitches Brew and the awesomely annontated playlist for his KCRW BROADCAST #79 for tomorrow, Saturday 9-4-10. For more details please visit KCRW.com and HenryRollins.com]
Last Sunday night, in Edinburgh, Scotland, I finished the last show of my Frequent Flyer Tour, that started in Dublin, Ireland on January 12th of this year. One hundred and forty-two shows later, it was over. Immediately, I only wished for another week of shows at the Edinburgh Festival, having had such a great time and not wanting to leave. A few hours later, I was on a plane headed to London and then onto Los Angeles.
Upon arriving at customs, I was glad to not get hassled, which has become quite a regular occurrence for me. A generic example after a perusal of the visas in my passport:
"Why did you go to Syria?"
"Because I'm curious."
"Why are you curious?"
"Why are you curious that I'm curious?"
"You know it's hot there."
"Hot enough to fry an egg on your head."
"That's not what I meant."
I am sure many of you have had that same revelation I have had so many times as your flight approaches Los Angeles and you see that red and brown haze over the city and realize that you are going to be breathing that nonstop very soon. There is nothing quite like walking out of the doors of the airport into THAT.
I watched Glenn Beck's revelatory speech at the Lincoln Memorial last Saturday via Internet. I am still looking for a transcript so I can re-read all my favorite parts. Try as I might, at the time of this writing, I can't find it. I like it when Mr. Beck tries to make himself cry and his voice gets all choked up. He tried a couple of times at the Restoration Fest but he couldn't seem to get it happening. His aimless ramblings didn't make me want to make God the center of my life but at one point, I was reminded of something Rodney Dangerfield's Caddyshack character Al Czervik said, "Now I see why tigers eat their young . . ." I think I understand what he was getting at now. Democracy, what a long strange trip it's been.
Last night, I was at the Grammy Museum for the 40th Anniversary of Miles Davis' Bitches Brew album. I was one of the panelists. KCRW's Jeremy Sole was also on the panel as was Miles' son Aaron and clarinet player Bennie Maupin, who played on the album. Their stories about Miles were great. Bitches Brew is one of those albums I come back to over and over, year after year and it never grows old. I remember one night in Paris in 1992, I think it was. I had the tour bus to myself post show. I turned off the lights in the bus and put Bitches Brew on the bus system and listened to it while the traffic roared by outside.
I have been traveling fairly nonstop since last October.
Either on my own or on tour, I have been on the road more than off of it for over ten months. I still have a ways to go. The next few filings here will be tricky, as some of the locations I will be in might not have all the internet access one would hope for. I think I will be able to faithfully report in once a week. For the next few weeks, it's going to get interesting, to say the least. Life is too short for anything else, I reckon.
Enough of this "content", there's more content to input! Music time!

























