I digress. Textcombing in my 30s in the 1980s I read Jung in his 80s circa 1960 on his 30s. He combed the shores of the Lake of Zurich for stones to make a little stone town, circa 1911 or 1912, scavenging his dropped childhood (11, 12). My Mom and Pop combed the uncarved block of Schooner Cove 1956/57, before the first Tofino-Alberni highway groaned through the Mackenzie range, retrieved glass balls and unusual drifted twistwood Dye-it (dead now)Pop painted to evoke numerous humorous fantastical animals, comb[(in)ing] the sea's, lost sea-wolf trees' and his: 3 imaginations. The Pacific and the far Pacific, far from pacifistic, was our outfield and outback, outriggers our outfielders, holy jumpin' orcas our kangaroos. Our songlines writ in singing sands-- "there are several locations throughout the world where sand dunes composed of very minute grains, produce sounds as they move that can appear as musical notes, pitches, booms or other non abrasive sounds" (the sheet music is on sandpaper)--Ucluelet Elementary in 2000 had no records or mementos of before 1970. Judy-Ann and I put Pop's ashes under the skunk cabbage in Coast Guard land back of Amphitrite Point in '98. I combed the airwaves from rooming houses for decades with receiver amps, jacks and mikes, picked up little shells and stones, glass balls and driftwood pieces of spoken words-- I liked to string them together in different ways-- why? Well, just because, I think.

In 1989 there was a barbarian bash in the wilds of BC out back of Rock Creek over Anarchist Summit from Osoyoos at the end of tree-planting season-- a gang of people in various states of undress and body-paint were carrying 1. A man and a woman over their heads, and 2. On. They were doing a Boola Toola ritual. I had a little Sony recording Walkman.

Later I decided to build a little 6 CD town called "The World Owes You A Living" out of 15 years of collected bits, largely from old Mrs. CBC "AM" radio, all different programs. Boola Toola was one of the fantastical driftword pieces, a segmented-side-chain from that anti-work work's ludic evolution. Tool! Boo!

bOOLA tOOLA

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