http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fc38Uy-i1lA&feature=related

In the above video, one minute somebody “bootlegged” — as distinct from “quarterback draw”; I used to scream “Quarterback draw!” a few too many times when Steve Young wore red and gold and I sat on the twenty — from “Family Guy” a Muhammad Ali avatar asks a Bho Dhiman character to play “Hurricane” from the 1975 Sony release, “Derise” I mean “Desire” — sincerely. Meanwhile, time waits for no man, munching on Frito-Lay and spinach. Feel me?

Not that I am saying Bho Bhoman is the next Bhi Dhiman, only that I grabbed that cd rather randomly from the stacks here at Palo Alto public library as I was sitting down to write about Bhi, I mean Bho. My friend Star Teachout laughed when I shoutout to her; I always talk like this, headphones or not. (I actually practice writing like this).

Not that I am not saying that Bhi Bhiman is the next Bob Dylan, either.

I also checked out who are Steph and Lauren of GreenRadio960; no clue. Steph laughs and says she is hungry; fair enough.

Also there is a 24-year-old woman in Portland, I think her name is Alexandra no Alana Kansaku-Sarmiento who does a passable cover and it’s one heck of a tribute, anybody doing our stuff is great — although they can spit in the whole and tune again on that whole publishing per spin thingy — although she thinks my name is Bobo-Mon like I’m from Jamaica hanging with Beenie Man or Papa Mali or somesuch nonesuch or from Missouri. I come from Sri Lanka, with a banjo on my serendip-knee. Do you speaka my language?

I was named Bho “be, ache, owe” after our president Barack Hussein Obama. My given name is Weiss, as in “he knows” or “he knows Bho” and Mark as in “how deep is your river?” Sam Clemens and yes, I am from (gerund obscene) Missouri.

I think the actual Bho Bhoman spent a year at Paly High, where he first met his loyal girl friday Katie Ross. Jeremy Lin at the time was in sixth grade at St. Somebody to Love.

The original title of this delightful mix of sliced radish, scallion, cucumber, cabbage, this slice o’ Americana, this weird new word America salad, was “God is a Titans Fan, Satan Likes the Vikings” but I decided to folk it. FOCUS. More music, less sports.

I think the WFUV performance is slightly superior I will outro with that.

What I was gonna say is something about being written up by Robert Christgau is like shooting over Dirk on a Friday night at Madison Square Garden. In fact I did text Katie Ross during the height of BhiBhimania to suggest he write about Jeremy. In fact I am pretty sure I called the mighty Stew (“the muddy stew”) to hip him or hip check him about Bhi. At the time I actually thought Bhi looked like Malcolm X. This was before there was blog. 2008. And speaking of Stew The Stanford Years I was psyched for Aleta Hayes and Chocolate Heads in inaugural season at Bing, March 8, 2013, but I digress. Someday we will be beyond war, beyond hate and beyond food, but until that time use what you can and let the uncanned fester like yesterdays chopped salad left out in the rain.

I said also to Katie that Bhi was promising enough that even though you could not predict how far he would go or how fast that following his story and aiding it you could get a pretty good take on how the elephant feel, the tail, the trunk, the sidewalls. With Redeye Distribution, Shore Fire media and Mike Leahy of Concerted Efforts — who books also Josh Ritter, who happened to have the early show at Joe’s Pub the same night that Stew had the later show, I met he and Darius that night, and probably talked to Leahy about Stew in that period, I probably have a paper trial on that if I suss through the dregs of my email files,– Bhi is definitely on that path, the ensuing three or so years has empirically put out.

I also said to Katie — assuming that is her same number — via text that I was going to send notice of this to Jim Yardley, who wrote about Sri Lanka per say, not just the Sri Lankan Guthrie. But the Times already covered Bhi so that’s hardly Yardley news.

This is way off topic, but I thought I saw “Clint Bennett” in the credits of “Bunheads” and then realized all he has done in Hollywood since leaving the Bay Area in 2000. Clint is a Gunn grad and played the Cub in about 1997; very hot August night, we wanted to leave the doors open to cool but had to keep shutting them to avoid noise complaints. People are wondering about that cover of “Ain’t She Sweet?” Also: Jim Croce, Squeeze, good stuff. He is a music editor more than supervisor but he also gets 2 cents for every sale of a Train album thanks to a one-fifth writing credit for track number 11.

I also recently texted Ian Mackaye: Is that a Fugazi license in an (national brand) chainsaw spot, instrumental guitar riff? Or copy cat? The possibility had me sussing out Tom Waits and Bette Midler material.

I’m on the kimchee line
I’m on the kimchee line
I’m on the kimchee line
And it’s cabbage time (radish, scallion, cucumber)
____
Well I went up on the mountain
To see if I could fly
Went down to the sea, Lord
And the sea was dry

So I picked a pick of pepper
From the leader’s tree
Got some prawn and oyster
For the vitamin E
____
Well there ain’t no use boy
In trying to jump that fence
They got guns on the greenside
You ain’t making no sense

So i climbed up on a ladder
To see what I could see
While the leaders getting’ fatter
I feel my stomach bleed
____
Well I gave up on my hopes
Of ever breakin’ these ropes
To the leaders jubilation
I still love my mighty nation

Before I tell you where I sit, man
I’d like to tell you where I stand
I got a niece and daughter
In a freer land

Oh, yeah, also, as a pure crate-digging or Repertoire exercise this did have me spinning Hank Williams Jr “Hole in my Bucket” which includes a mountain and the lack of a girl, compared I guess to the niece and daughter below. In some ways A in Portland is niece and daughter to B in SF:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sEi2bDMKJRw

I was thinking of appearing at today’s open mic at Philz as “A Bhi Bhiman tribute called Bho Bhoman” and somehow tieing it back in to Harbaugh and “The Harbaugina Monologue”. Maybe I can just read this post, peck on my mbira, which is actually a sardine can from Burkina Faso re-tooled as a thumb-piano in Algeria I think it is, or vice versa, and butcher holler the hooks from “Kimchee Line” and “International Hater (God is a Warriors Fan, Satan Likes the Lakers”) although they are same chords in my versions and also sound like “Midnight Special”. We shall see. Also, I like the David Shields line about “autobio” that says that even as we write about Bho Bhoman, Bhi Bhiman, Jim Harbaugh and Jim Yardley, we are really writing about ourselves.

This is utterly gratuitous but I was also thinking about the time Jim Yardley and I went to the East-West Shrine game at Stanford specifically to see “Famous Amos” Lawrence. Be careful what you wish for or what you call yourself, or what they call you. (Just don’t call me late for the kimchee).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9KOCNWlmqqI&feature=watch_response

edit to add:  Meanwhile, Yardley writes about mango trade in Mumbai, but the little map helpfully shows Sri Lanka as well. Speaking of kimchee, did anybody else notice that when Jon Caramanica of the Times wrote about Bhi in February, the review directly above was Kellie Pickler?

I am absconding this from the library, but you can get yours at leading online store (for Bhi Bhiman “Bhiman” click thru to Redeye, above, first reference):

http://www.amazon.com/Desire-Bob-Dylan/dp/B00000255X

edit to add: I caught Adam Johnson on Charlie Rose. He has a book of fiction about North Korea. He is, if you believe what you can find on the internet, part Native American and a Stanford professor. Someone should send Johnson “Bhiman” and Bhiman the Johnson book. He also has a short story about the Palo Alto police hiring a teenage sniper to suppress disgruntled Silicon Valley workers — cf Bhiman’s “Guttersnipe” — and is or was a Stegner fellow. Did I mention Wallace Stegner was my neighbor?

The other thing I noticed is that Bhi Bhiman “Bhiman” two copies at Rasputin in Mountain View (near Cost Plus), but filed in “Spoken Word” next to Jello Biafra and

oh lord don’t let me be misunderstood or miss-filed

Charles Bukowski audio recordings. Should I just take it upon myself to move them to indie or rock or folk, tell the store manager, or report this to Katie Ross, the p.m.?

It’s not too late to order this, and I did write to Adam Johnson about Bhi, and eventually met Adam as well: