Preparing the IV

[Robin Landseadel]

When passing off this little riff:

On Jul 12, 2009, at 9:50 PM, Robin Landseadel wrote:
> On Jul 12, 2009, at 9:25 PM, John Bailey wrote:
>
>> That's it, I'm voluntarily handing in my badge.
>
> I'm tearing up my uniform!

. . . I was thinking of a passage from "How Can You Be In Two Places  
At Once When You're Not Anywhere At All." The line [just pulled my  
Amoeba clearance copy of the vinyl from the "infinite archives"]  
actually goes "I'm gonna Burn my uniform" but to paraphrase Vince  
Lombardi "Context isn't everything, context is the only thing."

First off, back in the antique daze of analogue TV, you would be  
hearing the clicking of channels changing on the TV, presenting a  
collage of different routines referencing what you might have been  
hearing on the TUBE while stumbling around in a canniboid haze way  
back in the late sixties—a world Doc Sportello would recognize. The  
flip side—Nick Danger Third Eye—seems like the most likely point of  
reference for the goodly Doc. But the HCYBITPAOWYNAAA routine does  
quite a Pynchonian number at the juncture I flagged.

Late Night/Early Morning [switching channels trough a replay of a  
costume epic heard earlier & variations on a theme from Joe Pine] we  
stumble onto a Cop show, where first we hear "I hate Cops" then move  
into "I'm turning in my badge/burning my uniform. Another channel  
click and there's "Ralph Icebag"—previously Ralph Spoilsport, derived  
from the semi-actual Ralph Williams. Can't find the actual, original,  
Ralph Williams, but here's a great NSFW parody:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOpnOclSWNg&feature=PlayList&p=E63736EDD89541CB&index=0

Ralph Williams—that long-time late-nite advertiser of cheap used cars— 
morphs into Ralph Spoilsport/Ralph Icebag—& is dealing weed right  
through your tube:

"Let's take a taste of this fabulous Yucatan Blue, scored by froggy  
little native boys by the sea, in their tight leather aprons by the  
sea" [not an exact quote]. This segues [without a break] into the  
final page of James Joyce's Ulysses [exact quote]:

	O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the
	glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes
	and all the queer little streets and pink and blue and yellow
	houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums
	and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the
	mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian
	girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under
	the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and
	then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he
	asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I
	put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he
	could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going
	like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

Don't get mo' po-mo than that do it?

But Wait—There's more:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s-CHO5YsIzQ

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PpAOo5-qWs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fv041-dAnqs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=emNoXQGFsq0

Yes, yes—I know. Too much of a muchness and yet this is the stuff of  
stoned humor from the late sixties, from LA. Context isn't everything,  
context is the only thing.