N-am terminat cu Bukowski. Îmi place să-l văd împăcat și senin. Ca în cadrele astea șterpelite din Bukowski: Born into This (2003).
N-am terminat-o cu tropetiștii.
În 1998, jazzmanul franco-elvețian Erik Truffaz și hip hopperul franco-elvețian Nya colaborează la albumul The Down. Prima piesă este Bukowski, Chapter 1.
Bukowski, Chapter I
Tappin bottles and twisting caps You know I don’t mess with that Lookin’ for trouble and rappin’ slack I’m not goin’ out like that Cuz I’m not a barbarian nor a barfly But give me 24 bars to get high Bar hoppin style, from measure to measure till I drop And it’s all for your pleasure when I’m rockin Dope music like the Roxy There ain’t no toxic side effects, trust me We won’t let our neurons get rusty Like the dirty old shorties down the block See, they’re all just sloppy copies Of my mellow, my man Charles Bukowski Talkin’ shit and grabbin’ Jim Browski All the girlies nowadays, you know, they wanna be Foxy Browns They love to get down to the sound of the lyrical booze It don’t shock me, it just gives me the blues I’m like what’s the use ? Sippin’ gin and juice, grinning like fools Just guzzlin’ till they’re puzzled and confused It’s useless Me, I choose sess Cuz strong drink is raging and wine is a mocker And I am a Rasta rebel rocker I got the verbal herb for your mind Cuz like Tosh, I am the bush doctor.
Versurile sunt ale lui Nya; trompeta – a lui Erik Truffaz.
Am să revin la Truffaz. E o chestie.