LJ readers, feel free to snag the audio file Ode To Jack by Hunter S. Thompson, from HERE :
Last night I dreamed that I was at the station, making my way across the street with a large and heavy sack slung over my shoulder. Walking across a grass lawn under a warm, sunny sky, I proceeded to make my way up front porch stairs.
Roy came out, though it clearly wasn’t his house. My stop was feeling something like an errand, like perhaps I was somewhere I knew he hung out at. I was glad to see him.
“Hunter shot himself last night,” I said, as I unloaded my baggage. In the dream world, it never dawned on me that I’d recently gone to bed in reality.
Roy gave a nod like he had already found out, and handed me a yellow index card with type on it. The stage of my sleep was too deep to make it out, but I stared at the letters and it made me think of code, of acid, of “Surrealistic Pillow”. He said something about “the TVs” and how “they aren’t telling everything”.
I could make out a VHS box inside the sack. It was the cover to Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas. I briefly wondered just what all in the hell I was so sweetly giving up. Did I own the DVD now, or something? I couldn’t remember purchasing it.
After my words with Roy, I walked down the steps and approached a concrete slab that was a few feet off the ground. From this view, I could see my family’s van parked alongside the curb with its sliding door open. Waiting, with the engine on.
I turned back around and crawled up on this white platform in the shade. Then I brought my legs up and laid down on my side – I could feel the cold, hard concrete below me. I started to cry with my mouth firmly closed, breathing irregularly as my eyes started to leak. The perspective started to pull away, and I saw that I was actually on a large column that looked like it was chipped away from the White House or a Memorial.
Alongside the top of it was engraved: HEROES. There was no bust or sculpture.
A moment or two later, I climbed down. Then I got into the van, saying something to my family before pulling the door closed. And that was everything.
Have a godawful dream like that, and you’ll wake up with a heavy heart.
At least, that’s how it was, for me, stepping off the bastard train.
Hunter made a mix CD that’s available for over $150, but you can see the track listing behind the lj-cut if you’d like to download the individual songs for significantly less.
1. Ballad Of Thunder Road – Robert Mitchum
2. I Smell A Rat – Howlin’ Wolf
3. Spirit In The Sky – Norman Greenbaum
4. The Hula Hula Boys – Warren Zevon
5. Maggie May – Rod Stewart
6. The Wild Side Of Life/It Wasn’t Who Made Hanky
7. Will The Circle Be Unbroken – Nitty Gritty Dirt
8. Mr. Tambourine Man – Bob Dylan
9. Walk On The Wild Side – Lou Reed
10. If I Had A Boat – Lyle Lovett
11. Stars On The Water – Rodney Crowell
12. Carmelita – Flaco Jiminez
13. Why Don’t We Get Drunk – Jimmy Buffet
14. American Pie – Don Mclean
15. White Rabbit – Jefferson Airplane
16. The Weight – The Band
17. Melissa – Alman Bros
18. Battle Hymn Of The Republic – Herbie Mann