Greatest lyricist of all time dead at 62

Rest in peace Gil Scott Heron. 

I'm Rodney Dezmund Part XVI

I'm Rodney Dezmund.  A lot of people don't seem to think that I am Rodney Dezmund.  It seems there have been some rumours leading to a lot of confusion and gossip in regards to who I, Rodney Dezmund, actually am or at least claim to be.  I, Rodney Dezmund, have nothing to hide.  No, it is not true that Rodney Dezmund and Nick "Wacky Back" West are one in the same.  True, Mr. West and I, Rodney Dezmund, have yet to be in the same room together and actually meet eachother face to face, but I, Rodney Dezmund, do consider Mr. West a very good friend and keep in constant contact with him through emails, phone calls, and letters.  I, Rodney Dezmund, have nothing to gain by posing as Mr. West and the same is vice versa true in Mr. West's case.  Above is a photograph of me, Rodney Dezmund, and to the right is a photograph of Mr. West.  As you can see, there is absolutely no resemblance, but keep the rumours coming.  We get a kick out of it!

While I'm on this whole mixed up one guy isn't who he is but is actually one in the same as this guy subject, I'd like to bring up the controversy over whether or not Bumoltua of The Suite D's and Lynx Rufus of The Hardcore Jollies are actually one in the same.  Listen, I, Rodney Dezmund, have worked closely with both of these guys for the past year or so and I can tell you flat out that these rumours are all nonsense.  Rufus and Bumoltua actually can't stand eachother.  I tried to get some shows booked with The Suite D's and The Hardcore Jollies on the same bill and had to cancel after a huge fight broke out between the two bands in my office over a missing pack of cigarettes.  Funny thing is, nobody in either band smokes!  There were no cigarettes to begin with!  Too much testosterone, crazy eyes, crotch grabbing, and spitting going on between those two bands.  Deep down, they're really all good sensitive guys and I, Rodney Dezmund, am trying to patch things up, but, at least for now, there is absolutely no way I'll ever put all those guys in the same room or even city or state with eachother!  No!  No way in Hell that Bumoltua and Lynx Rufus are the same person.  Bumoltua has short hair and Rufus has long hair.  What more proof could you ask for?  Bumoltua is on the left, Lynx Rufus is to the right.  Let's hope these guys shake hands one day.

I'm Rodney Dezmund Part XV

I'm Rodney Dezmund.  Recycle.

I'm Rodney Dezmund Part XIV

I'm Rodney Dezmund.  Charles Mingus.  His balls should be on the American flag.  Shut up and listen.  Better get hit in your soul.

I'm Rodney Dezmund Part XIII

I'm Rodney Dezmund.  Get into it or eat a urinal cake.  1987

I'm Rodney Dezmund Part XII

I'm Rodney Dezmund.  Blog schmog!  You got me?  I walked around southern California for about three hours today.  They say it never rains in southern Cali, but it was pouring down today!  I was looking for some broads or some burgers or something fun to get into, but this place is pretty dry.  At least as far as broads and burgers go.  Other than that, the place was sopping wet, and I got completely soaked.  I saw a man eating an orange scream at a bus that passed by.  I'm not sure why, but I'm sure he had a good reason.  I found some jewelry store and bought a gold Rolex watch for two-hundred bucks!  The damn thing is beautiful and probably worth a couple grand.  I wore it through the rain and it held up pretty well.  Still no broads or burgers though.  I found a taco place.  It smelled great, but it was filthy so I passed it.  I'm still wet and hungry.  I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to keep this blog going after I reach Roman numerals that I don't know.  I could use regular numbers, but that's a bore.  I wish I had the internet so I could look up all those big Roman numerals.  Oh, well.  My Rolex watch only goes up to twelve.  I'm stuck after that.  I wish I was a Roman right now.

I'm Rodney Dezmund Part XI

I'm Rodney Dezmund.  Can you hear those wonderful sounds seductively calling you in your sleep, church like bells chiming, wooshes wooshing ever so gently, guitars strumming with exotic foreign accents, bass lines that slither under the belly of a cobra, and drums that beat to the rhythm of the motions of your most enjoyable adult experience?  Those are the new songs of The Suite D's.  I advise you to tune it all out until the album is available for commercial purchase.  Although their latest recordings have not yet been released and are currently classified as top secret material, there have been rumours that some of these songs have leaked into the dream world and are being illegally mentally downloaded and passed around through some sort of psychotronic metaphysical cult of gnome like creatures of a shared community subconscience that the ancient Egyptians referred to as the Ka.  Every person begins life with seven Kas that make up their personal spiritual structure.  In times not so long ago in the past the Ka 1 through 7 occupied only the body in which it possessed.  However in modern times due to results of various ecological reasons including air pollution, hormones in food, pesticides, foul language, etc., certain people have reported cases of Ka hopping in which one or more of their Kas jump from their body to another with no particular direction or intention.  It seems as though the Kas have gone mad.  Evidently their have been Kas that have jumped from certain members present at some of the recent recording dates of The Suite D's.  I have been swamped with reports of people from India to Indiana who have been humming and singing songs of The Suite D's that have not been released in any physical way shape or form.  As the spiritual advisor of The Suite D's, I have hired a team of lawyers, exorcists, shamans, swamis, and voodoo priests from across the globe to help get to the bottom of these cases.  It will be a tough battle, but we are optimistic that we will walk away victorious.  Meanwhile, the drummer of The Suite D's, Quad L, has recently obtained a record amount of 37 Kas.  Among the seven members of The Suite D's there are presently 121 Kas!  They are working hard at wrapping up the album of your dreams.  Some Ka named Harvey David Load just wrote a spectacular new doo wop country song in the soul of Bumoltua.  And to those of you lucky enough to have already heard this music, well, I'll see you and all your Kas in court!
I would also like to report that I have been hired as the new manager of New York City's band of Lassie and lettuce loving misfits, The Hardcore Jollies!  Along with The Suite D's, The Hardcore Jollies, and the new line of electric toothbrushes/tonsil massagers from James & Palmer, 2011 is looking to be quite a productive year!  Let's toast, shall we?