Somehow I ran up a $21 fee (yet unpaid) for being overdue with our public copy of 2008 SideOne Dummy release by Flogging Molly, “Float”.

Leading on-line market says I could have my own copy for a mere $12.98.

In the meantime — and not finding the moment to pop cd into the player of my car or home — I am pretty sure I talked to SideOne Dummy prexy himself — Joe Sib — regarding   turning my Harbaugh-hater routine into a one-man show.

Sometimes I rationalize my laxness on getting library books and media back on time as a type of public service — the fines that is. If there is actually someone out there who claims he has been in the cue to borrow this title and I am keeping him waiting, ring me and I will get a copy donated to him, either by label or by Earthwise Productions.

(I have for instance found time to write new director of Palo Alto libraries Monique LeConge to complain about commercialization of the library, especially downtown and its 8-foot banner touting a search-enginge’s foray into hardware).

I am also a former applicant to the Library Advisory Commission — I was the only candidate who mentioned even one author in his or her application or interview — and got not votes; the guy who was re-seated spoke about using RFID to prevent theft.

Anyhow, public apology if someone is waiting to hear Flogging Molly.

I had previously had them run off my list of titles I had paid fines on — more than 30 certainly. I was going to publish it. I don’t know if they keep track of things I’ve borrowed.  I think we once voted to defy federal attacks on privacy in this area.

Youtube has this morsel:

This is world’s worst Flogging Molly column – I should say that they are about to embark on the Eighth Green 17 Tour – but not sure what that is — and say something about I knew their agent Josh Humiston and his wife, also an agent when they were both assistants. Or something about the music beyond that I am apparently responsible for Palo Alto library “losing” that title.

http://www.floggingmolly.com/index.cfm?page=tour

edit to add, the next day, which is also Christmas Eve — yes, I am the Jew sitting around Christmas Eve, to compensate for the world’s worst album of band review, of Flogging Molly “Float” and I have no idea what The Eighth Green Something tour actually is — I am going to type, at least until my gentile girlfriend gets back from the mall, a very cool concert review in the form of poetry I found for two zuzim (that’s three dollars) from 1967, from my coreligionist Allen Ginsberg. To wit:

PORTLAND COLOSEUM

A brown   piano in diamond

white spotlight

Leviathan auditorium

iron   rib  wired

hanging organs, vox

black battery

A single whistling sound of

ten thousand children’s

larynxes asinging

pierce the ears (i almost wrote “arse”)

and flowing up the belly

bliss the moment arrived

Apparition, four brown English

jacket christhair boys

Goofed (and because I studied Shakespeare I would sound that syllable like a type of farm boy, “goo fed”) Ringo battling bright

white drums

Silent George hair patient

Soul horse

Short black-skulled Paul

wit thin guitar

and then i got tired of typing here and afraid that what i just wrote would not be saved so i typed those last three words into the search engine and found an Italian translation of the poem so like a good David Shieldsian lifted the next couple lines:

Lennon the Captain, his mouth
a triangular smile,all jump together to End.
some tearful memory song
ancient two years,

and then I will steal the rest in Italian: (that plus girlfriend en route) plus to feed the Cocker; here’s the link

Ragazzi a milioni
migliaia di mondi
balzano sulle sedie, si battono
i fianchi, stringono
le gambe nervosi
Strillano di nuovo & applaudono
diventano un Animale
nell’Auditorio Nuovo Mondo
– mani agitate miriadi
di serpenti – pensiero
strillano ultrasonici

mentre una fila di poliziotti a
braccia incrociate monta
la sentinella per contenere l’estasi
in maglioni rossi
che si innalza verso il
soffitto di filigrana.

something red, I recall. My original source is a worn copy of 1967 “Planet News” on City Lights, aka Pocket Poet Series Number Twenty Three. $9 on leading website or $40 if my first edition was not so beat