"JIM NOW" excerpt of my finished novel about jim morrison as if he never died.

I decided that she needed a necklace like mine, a real puka shell necklace from Venus Beach. So, I walked back to the beach where I saw this old hippy guy who looked like a Native American. I said, “ Hey Man, do you have some grass?” and sure enough, he did. So, I smoked my mind to the bone. I got triple high!

I continued on my journey to find the ultimate puka shell necklace for my future spirit mate, until I came across a dog catching a Frisbee. The dog was a Golden Retriever named Ernie (I think). I lied down next to him on the beach and watched him pee. His piss hitting the warm sand sounded different than when it hit the seashells and rocks. I thought for sure I was going to find the ultimate seashells (although, Ernie was pissing on some that were pretty incredible).

Hours later, I woke up all alone and covered in sand, on the beach. As I started to come down from being stoned, I could see the seashells disappearing into the sunset. I got up on my feet and walked over to Sally’s Sea Shop where I finally found the perfect puka shell necklace. I grabbed it and stuffed it down my pants, next to my crotch, so my soon-to-be-girlfriend would fall in love with my smell.

As I walked out of the shop, I saw her leaving with the boner, surfer dude, so I followed them to a nearby apartment building. Once I got there, I climbed up to the second floor terrace of my soon-to-be-soul-mates apartment. So, there I was: shirtless, with a puka shell necklace in my pants, looking through her bedroom window. Like a weirdo, I watched them have sex for at least an hour, thinking I could make love better than that guy.

The room was lit by candles. While I waited by the window, a warm breeze hit my back, making all the hairs on my neck stand up like candles on a cake. After the surfer dude finally left her apartment, I tapped on the window. I stood there with a boner and stared at her naked ribs stretched out across the pillows on her bed. Lit and exposed, I was ready to jump in. As I held out the necklace, my heart started to race somewhere that was unexplainable. “Wake up. I have something to give you….”

Honk, honk, honk. I snap out of my daydream to find an SUV barreling towards me in the middle of the street. I quickly scurry onto the sidewalk. I guess daydreaming will kill you (I know it happens to us older folks), but I just can’t stop thinking of the past and how much I loved that girl…. But, now that the girl is gone, I’m off to the chicken races because I have a jingle that’s going to sell their socks off!

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New Album out on Goner Records this Fall

"Come on cops!
Well you hit me in the head
With a bone
And I wanted to go home." - John Wesley Coleman "Come On Cops"

Who is John Wesley Coleman?
He has described himself as "garbage collector, golden boy." Those four words might fit him best.

He is currently making pizzas in Austin, still living in weird territory, part of an invisible non-scene aligned with his other Austin band Golden Boys, North Carolina's Spider Bags, and Memphis' Limes, all bands doing their own takes on psychedelic, country-tinged sprawling rock. His covers are telling - on his last album Steal My Mind he covered Lester Bangs and Warren Zevon- this time it's Nikki Sudden, all largely street-level commentators of life below the poverty line. Of course, a few years back he released a completely blasted version of George Michael's "Faith" that was taken as a piss-take but actually spoke to Wes' mindset. To get through it all, you do have to have faith, even if that path leads to embarrassing moments in public bathrooms. It's all part of a faith-based life.

Wes has been compared to Lou Reed, Mr Bangs, Daniel Johnston and even Pavement, who adopted some of the spaciousness of country life after their initial spizzle grotted out. But who wants to hear Pavement now? Owning cars that don't break down will make you complacent, and luckily Wesley hasn't had to deal with that yet. Hanging out at bus stops gives the man with eyes a whole lot of material to work with.

Although he has noted that "The poetry of the streets is a football," the song on Bad Lady Goes To Jailwhich will probably stick in your head first is about desire. The desire to play basketball.

"Ooh basketball.
Oooh Oooh... BASKETBALL!
I want to play BASKETBALL! "

Bad Lady Goes To Jail covers a whole variety of desires, from the desire for police to stop assaulting him to the desire to dance with his woman, to the less-specific "Something In My Brain Wants Something." To balance the wandering heart of Mr Coleman, he also offers straight observations in songs like the self-explanatory "Christians Drive Like Shit" and "My Friend Dan," a straight celebration of his buddy Dan.

There's a glorious shimmer that runs through John Wesley Coleman's sometimes ramshackle music, a graceful melding of enthusiastic melodies & rushed instrumental attack framing off-beat lyrics sung by someone who can find moments of excitement in some pretty unlikely situations. Instead of living in the gutter looking at the stars, he's living in the gutter looking at the crazy people stumbling down the street. And loving it!

62Gone - John Wesley Coleman - Bad Lady Goes to Jail LP/CD

1. Bad Lady Goes to Jail
2. Fields of Love
3. Lazy Baby
4. Oh, Basketball
5. Get High Babe
6. Go, Baby, Go
7. Something in My Brain
8. Come on Cops
9. My Friend Dan
10. Can't Stop Dreaming
11. Christians Drive Like Shit
12. New York