"you can't get snot off a suede jacket"
(so said Lenny Bruce), and believe you me, I've tried. I had one of those Tonto suede fringe jackets when I was a lil' toughskin tyke. Anyway, this page isn't about mucoid removal, but merely a platform where I, Rollo Manhattan, "pick" my brain, comment on said pickage, and throw stuff out there to see what lands. Even with all them new-fangled iGadgets and such, it's gotten harder over the last buncha years NOT to wear stuff on one's sleeve, let alone get off, so try here I shall. Get along...
Sunday, November 28, 2021
Getting back
Saturday, July 31, 2021
Motherf--kin' Phil Schaap man.
Listening to Phil Schaap. This is his 51st year DJing on WKCR. Crazy. I remember hearing him on hot summer days, while with my Dad when I was 12 years old, talk endlessly about Bix Beiderbecke, Fats Waller and Benny Goodman, and here I am now at age ___ listening to him do just that, still. My Dad made cassettes of his shows and I still have a few that are over 40 years old. How could he possibly have anything new to say on air after all these years? It blows my mind he’s still doing it. Time is an amazing thing man. Sometimes we get so caught up in the here and now that we take for granted the endless stream of time… and Phil Schaap. Phil Schaap is relative. Not a relative, but the continuum of this man is a phenomenon in itself… Now stop blabbering and play some music already, Phil.
Friday, July 30, 2021
Crisis. Time to act.
Tuesday, March 02, 2021
Satan-they-are
Just a thought, but instead of banning Dr. Seus books how about we ban FOX news? One would seem far more evil and worthy of banning than the other, yet we seem so easily distracted. One day it’s the Capital Riots, worthy of major scorn, the next day it’s Cuomo, and he’s Governor Porn.
Trump’s the issue, we must recall,
he and FOX, stay on the ball.
No, I do not like them,
Satan-they-are. I do not like
FOX news, nor it’s star.
Not in a box. For they are FOX.
Not on the screen. For they are mean.
Not in the White House. Not with a louse.
Not in the Post. Not with a host.
Not with a goat. Not by the throat.
Not in a car. Not in a bar.
Not on a train. Not on a plane.
Not in park. Not in the dark.
Not in a shop. Not on my laptop.
Not in a store. Not on the floor.
Not in my home. Not on the phone.
Not in space. Not no place.
Not fucking anywhere.
Tuesday, February 23, 2021
Opening lines of the new Bruce and Barack podcast
Wednesday, September 30, 2020
Wednesday, August 26, 2020
Saturday, August 15, 2020
Re: Staying in NYC when this shit hit
Many of us had no choice but to stay. If you were lucky you could get away on weekends, which is what my girlfriend and I have done thanks to her old beater car, going to a beach one day a weekend since March, far before when we’d normally have gone. Just to see the horizon, breathe fresh air and get out of, what was, really, a living hell March-May. The constant sirens blaring was the worst, a death knoll impossible to avoid. My rental apts. tiny roof became indispensable as well, for push-ups and fresh air. Thankfully the rest of the building, or those tenants who remained, didn’t seem to catch on to that. Overall it’s been a been a strange time and hard to fathom that 5 months have passed, but I have been able to create a lot at home during this duration, after an initial period of way too much drinking and tv watching. NYC is my home, where I was born, and though I need nature and try to get to it when I can (afford it), pushing through here during the apex of the pandemic is somewhat of a mark of pride all of us who remained should feel. It ain’t over yet though, not by a long shot I’m afraid. As for this who bailed or would bail on NYC? They're not real New Yorkers, sorry. They're rich, that's their City.
Tuesday, July 21, 2020
Anti-Mask, The Movie
Saturday, June 13, 2020
It's Thank You Masked Man, Not F--k You Masked Man.
Monday, June 08, 2020
Curfew Cop Coronavirus Rant
Tuesday, May 26, 2020
The Sound of Sirens
One hundred thousand deaths. 100,000. 100k. Human life. Cherished life. People, like you and me, just trying to live their lives. So many of these deaths could have been averted, but we have a President devoid of humanity. Devoid of empathy. An Administration devoid of strategy. Devoid of leadership. And yet he golfs. And yet he shamelessly campaigns for 4 more years of our short lives to demean, divide, waste our time and conquer what's left of the truth and our threadbare Democracy. And yet he will stop at nothing to steal the upcoming election. A genocidal maniac who doesn't comprehend the tree of life and life itself. My heart breaks seeing that NY Times front page today, which Trump will call, if he hasn't already "fake news from the failing NY Times". Vote this ogre out of office and into a padded cell in a row where he must await the same fate he has carelessly and recklessly imposed on 100,000 (and counting) innocent souls.
A video I made about the truth (or lack thereof).
If you believe Trump took that drug you’ll believe anything. He’s lying, as he does about absolutely everything all of the time and has every single waking moment of every day 365 days a year of his entire miserable, selfish life. He’s trying to get a rise out of people and for it to rise as he’s invested in it financially. Now if did or does take it, great. Just let him croak already and spare us the agony of his hideous existence.
Harrowed streets full of drones
'Neath the halo of a hospital lamp
I pull my mask tight to the cold and damp
When my eyes are stabbed by the flash of a neon light
Spit in the Covid night
And rush the sound of Sirens
One hundred thousand people dead, maybe more
People talking without masks
Not hearing despite asked
People gathering in throngs make choices never share
And no one dares
Disturb the sound of Sirens
Sirens, like cancers, grow
Hear Fauci’s words that he might teach you
“Arms length 6 feet that cannot reach you"
But his words, like virus droplets fell
And echoed in the Hell, of Sirens
To the orange god each day
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the wards that it was storming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the
ICU walls and in their crowded halls"
And blare in the sounds of Sirens