John Fante Versus John Fahey
Great balls of fire. Don’t ya’ think it’s strange sometimes how in the chaotic cosmos of information and entertainment some things actually fall in line for a damn second and you squeeze out one of those diamond cut moments of absolute clarity. The nodes heat up for a white hot minute and send a 24 Karate synaptic spark across the gray highway betwixt your ears. And damn if it doesn’t happen while you’re trying to take a piss – forcing you to clutch the towel rack to balance yourself. What the hell just happened? At first you’re reeling and can’t really express that moment articulately because it only presented itself to you for one clean second, but standing their with your dick in your hand, one more piece of the puzzle is found swirling amongst all the others and you’ve picked it up and snapped it into place. Fit in with all the other pieces, it seems to make sense. Then it’s gone. You flush the toilet and continue on with your day. For me that puzzle piece can only be expressed as John Fante versus John Fahey. Or put another way The Human Comedy versus the American Primitive. Trust me, more on this as it comes to me…