My name is Otis.
I am a mini-dachshund with alot to say. Dachshund in German means "badger dog" and I live in the Badger State,
so I got that going for me. Send me an email sometime, it would be good to hear from you. email otis
During one of my regular 10 hour power naps, I had a dream that I met Jimi Hendrix. I didn't just meet him, we
actually hung out and played guitar on the auditorium stage of my elementary school. Just the two of us on wooden stools,
laughing, playing bluesy riffs, and hanging out. He was wearing a purple velvet suit. I remember hearing the echo
of his boot heel keeping time on the wood stage floor.
This video is vintage Hendrix and to my little dog mind,
captures the essence of him as an artist - the sound is eerily beautiful and the footage/visual is washed out as if Jimi's
playing emits a glow that quite frankly, freaks me out.
The performance is from the late sixties, shot on a 16mm camera
that didn't have the white balance button / light filter button that helps Soccer Moms shoot like pros. Still, I
dare you to watch this video and not cry. OK, maybe you won't cry but you'll get a heavy feeling in your stomach
or you might get that eyes-well-up-top-of-nose-hurts thing.
Spring Time: Inspired To Write Despite The Fact That My Crate Is Beginning To Smell
Well, what do you expect? The canine body, when confined,
produces certain odors which we tend to forget in this age of deodorants and other perversions. Actually,
I find the atmosphere of this room rather comforting. Schiller needed the scent of apples rotting in
his desk in order to write. I ,too, have my needs. You may remember that Mark Twain preferred
to lie supinely in bed while composing those rather dated and boring efforts which contemporary scholars try
to prove meaningful. Veneration of Mark Twain is one of the roots of my current intellectual stalemate
with a certain individual at the salon who shall remain nameless (annie).
