LOST COASTER: WE WENT TO TOWN (ON A BIGFOOT WE FOUND)

Monday, April 7, 2014

WE WENT TO TOWN (ON A BIGFOOT WE FOUND)

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WE WENT TO TOWN (ON A BIGFOOT WE FOUND)

My friends and I

Went to town

On this one young

Bigfoot we found

It was down by the river

We could see it was injured

Must’ve fell off a bridge

And crawled in a ditch

Well we prodded it out

And I let loose a shout

When I hit it in the face with a rock

YEAH!

We went to town on a Bigfoot we found

Gonna take it out on somebody

Gimme a fuckin’ job

Kick your ass

WOO!

Hit him, hit him, hit him, Johnny!

Kickin’ ass

Kickin’ Bigfoot ass!

Get it a black hood

Wear the electrodes, baby

You got any information?

Give it!

How you like me now?

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Terry LaBarba's Review of DRIFTING ROOM

STORYTELLING THAT'S WILDLY POETIC

The story takes place in the small town of Madrani in the redwood forest. There were strange things going on that kept me engaged, the reason partly being due to the interesting narration and the main character’s voice. It reminded me of the descriptive ramblings of Arlo Guthrie doing "Alice’s Restaurant," only with higher octane.
It’s a casual read and then again it isn’t. The eventful but not overly complex story uses descriptive word groupings that, in itself, entertains. You will want to take your time and let the verbal constructs take hold. There were “caves of problematical intricacy,” and a trek through the forest mentioned trees with “boughs outstretched like gem-laden supplicants bearing offerings before the ancient giants.” Truly poetic.
When I read this mastery of words, I had to wonder if it easily flows to the author or does he take the time to labor over the most creative way to put together a concept or description? Stewart Kirby’s literary work comes across as play, seeming natural, yet brilliant. As far as being creative, the funny but creepy little twitching doll in this book is a good example. The names of the local businesses in this town were a hoot. There was also some twisted humor when one character builds the perfect, dirty sandwich (with not so nice intentions). It had me laughing out loud as the deed progressed.
The plot moved forward without a dull moment. I’m looking forward to the next book of “uncanny tales of the redwoods in the hugely Hippie haven of Humbaba County,” as Kirby calls them. I suspect it is just as campy, witty and fun as this one.