Die Like A Dog

From an interview with Saxophonist and artist Peter Brötzmann in Wire Magazine by David Keenan:

“The best decision I have made in my life was to stop boozing,” he reveals. “I would have died earlier than (Paul) Rutheford.” Near the end, Brotzmann was kickstarting his mornings with a cocktail of rum, champagne and mixer that he admits was “mostly rum”. “I didn’t drink beer anymore, I didn’t drink wine anymore, it just was booze all the time,” he says. “And then I got what Rutheford had in the last years of his life. I think you English call it gout. It starts mostly in the toe but it’s fucking painful because there are some crystals in the joints and so whenever you move it hurts. I came home from a tour in Poland, a cheap tour, everything was really shit. I was sitting at night and suddenly it was like someone put a spear through my leg. I called an ambulance and a young doctor came and he took his time and told me what he thought would happen: that soon I would not be able to move, that all the organs fall apart, that everything would swell up and shit like that and then it goes to the heart and you can say goodbye. He was a nice guy and very convincing. I decided that was it. I said, OK, I don’t move out of the house. I called my wife, asking her to bring the necessary things. It’s shaky, it’s sweating, you feel like shit really. But after a week it was over and then you just have to keep it in mind. I still have a bottle of schnapps in the house for visitors, and I don’t mind being around people boozing. When I’m on the road with the guys I tend to go earlier to my hotel because if they’re getting too drunk I don’t want to know what kind of shit I was talking back in the day.”

Garden Update 08-21-2011

Since we had the serious prune back things have been coming along.

Some signs of life.

Salvia ‘Hot Lips’ has started to bloom.

Agastache ‘Apricot’ is hanging in there. Dead headed flower sprouts and now doing better than ever.

The Greek Oregano is still doing OK. The one current casualty appears to be the English Thyme, which seems to slowly be succumbing to some sort of wilting rot.

The Bleeding Heart Vine has come back very strongly, with more light, it’s doing great. I’m also glad to see I’m not the only one in the neighborhood to appreciate it.

One of the Rose bushes has even decided to flower!

The Raccoons haven’t yet managed to kill all the Blue Star Creeper, by digging between the paving stones looking for grubs.

I think this is a Borage Seedling from some seeds I scattered a few weeks ago.

Probably I am the only one to get excited about non-vascular plants, but this is some volunteer Liverwort.

And finally, the Julep mint is not dead yet. A little floppy, I may have to prune the nearby Salvia a bit so it can get more light.