New World Short Order (detained in the posh burbs)

this way back to the ghetto


Thursday January 22, 2004


Howdy. I neglected to tell youse about a rather amusing event that transpired the other day. Some bozoes of my acquaintance, called “Aera Patera”, musicians for whom I did a session came out here to bourgeois land Sunday to take me to a video shoot for their cd. They came in a beat up red car (important later). Also important to remember is that I decided to dress in my Matrix-influenced baddest drag for the occasion. I sported my long black leather overcoat, a pair of blue mirror shades, black turtleneck. Couldn’t have done better had I consulted “Osama’s Secret” terrorist wardrobe catalogue. We hadn’t travelled more than 500 meters down the road when a pair of newly-minted fascist cops from the olympic brigade decided this was our lucky day. Beat up red car in a posh neighborhood? Scowling mafioso in the back seat? It’s them, stavros! Oh, the arrogance. The leather lad in charge pulled us over by standing in the middle of the road and pointing his finger. You.

Perhaps I erred in not concealing my utter contempt for these morons better. I spoke no nasties but I have encountered scabrous mongrel dogs with open boils for whom I have had more respect. What began as a routine “control” of drivers’ license, car papers turned into a 3 hour funfest. We turned out pockets, stood still to be frisked, all of that. We then were escorted by these hell’s angels on wheels to the local cop shop. Me was fuming. Lot of good it did me. Seems that the pair who hauled our butts in were city boys. The barney fife brigade at the local station house were not allowed to use their computer. This meant that my dodgy looking american passport had to be faxed to central HQ on a Sunday when there was a football game on tv. My muso friend asked the desk jockey how long this might take the reply to which “Three to four hours” finally sent me flying off the handle. Oh well, another day in new world order ville. Is this a police atrocity on a par with the Rodney King beating? I guess not. Major pain in the butt, though.

This is what the olympics bring to this town. Driving down the new freeway with its english road signs, stopping for a coke at the rest stop, plunking down my 2 euros for the toll, I realized that we are the absolute cutting edge american empire town. English spoken here. American franchise restos popping up everywhere. My friend Chris and I had burgers in a diner downtown that he first encountered in Oklahoma. “Appleby’s” He says there is absolutely no difference between the one here and the one there. Starting to look like los angeles more and more. All this and bands of thugs in leather speaking berlitz english lining every thoroughfare should make this THE town to avoid this summer. Sure hope I got somewhere better to go.

What the hell was I on about?

Oh yes, today I did a voice-over for a toyota commercial out in the afore-mentioned LA looking zone. I was the voice for a talking mirror.

Before I forget, here are some anagrams for “Blaine L. Reininger” included only for amusement.

  • Nina reel in gerbil
  • relearning in bile
  • I be relearning nil
  • Blair in Green Line
  • linin in lager beer
  • inner Liberian gel
  • Benin gel airliner
  • nill Nigerian beer
  • ne’er Nigerian bill
  • I an iller beginner
  • biennial lingerer
  • I enlarge bin liner
  • Ali green bin liner
  • nill brainier gene
  • I err enabling Nile
  • grill inner beanie
  • reline benign lair
  • e’er ill benign Iran
  • liar in benign leer


guido (I enlarge bin liner)

Author: Blaine L. Reininger

Blaine L. Reininger was born July 10, 1953 in Pueblo, Colorado. Then he lived a life. By and by, he founded Tuxedomoon with Steven Brown in 1977. He traipsed around America, tuxedomooning until 1980, when he began to traipse around Europe. As a direct result of all of this traipsing, many musical compositions were composed, most of which found their way to some sort of mechanical device capable of reproducing musical compositions. This was mostly for the good. He now lives in Athens, Greece, where he is content.

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