“Mahko's Knife” just got another 5-star review. “Caz” wrote: “Having been a long time Jack Reacher fan, I am happy to follow another "hero" named Mahko. Mahko is as skilled and dangerous as Reacher, but not as imposing. Mahko has roots and heart. He has relationships that are real. I thoroughly enjoyed reading Mahko's Knife and look forward to following this character in the future.”
It always feels good when people like what you do. While we all say that we write for ourselves, that is only partially correct. If we only wrote for ourselves we would have a computer full of books and the Indie Book movement would not exist.
Mahko's Knife was the first book in the series. I wrote the prequel, “Mahko's Price,” second and the sequel, “Mahko's Gift” last. I wrote the first two out of order because that is the way they came to me. As a writer, I can do strange things like that.
http://www.amazon.com/Mahkos-Knife-ebook/dp/B005G84BQA/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1312659582&sr=1-1
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
IT'S FREE
Mahko's Price is FREE! tomorrow and through the weekend. Download it and get caught up in the story of Mahko Anaya—killer, escaped convict, survivalist and HERO.
Tomorrow is a day you shall tell your children and grandchildren about:
“Gramps, why do we celebrate January 13?”
“Because it is the day that the Frisbee was introduced; the day the YMCA sued the Village People and, most importantly, it's the day John O'Dowd gave away copies of Mahko's Price. Now shut-the-hell-up and go get me a beer.”
Tomorrow is a day you shall tell your children and grandchildren about:
“Gramps, why do we celebrate January 13?”
“Because it is the day that the Frisbee was introduced; the day the YMCA sued the Village People and, most importantly, it's the day John O'Dowd gave away copies of Mahko's Price. Now shut-the-hell-up and go get me a beer.”
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Art fixed.
When I posted the art for Mahko's Gift the program at Amazon reversed all of the colors and created a negative image. It has been fixed. See the cover art on this page and give the book a try.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
It's out!
It's out and available. "Mahko's Gift" is available at Amazon for Kindle Readers. In the third book in the Mahko's Knife Series, Mahko Anaya has a score to settle and a gift for his newest family member. He is also offered a gift that Ian Christian, his friend and lawyer, calls a "Prenup with death." If you've liked the Mahko series, jump in on this one. The colors in the cover art have been reversed on the Amazon page. I'm working on getting that fixed. Until I do, the Amazon cover is strangely arresting.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Profiles in Codswallop
I announced the formation of the DAMN Party (Disenchanted Americans Marginally Nauseated).
In order to make this work I had to solicit (not in the Elliot Spitzer sense of the word) professional help in forming and establishing my brand. The DAMN Party intends to be fully transparent throughout the campaign and right up to the audit. To do this I have transcribed my meeting with the Public Relations firm that I have hired. I have nothing to hide and, if I do, you'll never find it.
“Mr. O’Dowd, may I call you John?”
“Sure.”
“Great. Well, we’re very happy and proud that you’ve decided to hire the Bait and Switch subsidiary of Smoke and Mirrors Advertising. I assure you that we’ll do our best. In fact, I feel safe in promising that we’ll give you 100 percent. No, correct that, 150 percent of our effort. I’m sure that we can work well together in crafting a good — no, correct that, a GREAT campaign.”
"That's good. No, correct that, that's wonderful. I’m running for President of the US and trying to start a new political party. I need some professional help in putting together the right image.”
“New party?”
“Yes, I’ve started the DAMN Party — Disenchanted Americans Marginally Nauseated.”
“Marginally Nauseous?”
“No, nauseated. It’s for people who are sick of the current system. Nauseous would be the thing that makes them nauseated.”
“You say potato, John. Anyway, a new party is a great idea. You don’t have to carry any of the established party baggage. We can start from scratch and build you a new image.”
“Good, my promise is not to steal more than the people can afford.”
“Good promise.”
“My slogan is: We fit together like my hand in your pocket.”
“Even better. Are you sure that you’re a novice politician? You sound like a natural.”
“This is my first campaign and I want this job more than anything in the whole world. I’ve worked and maneuvered my whole life to go to Washington and I think I have a real shot at it this year.”
“Whoa, rein in those horses, cowboy. This is not the time or atmosphere to be drooling over a job in Washington.”
“I don’t understand.”
“There is nothing lower on the food chain than a politician, except maybe a lawyer or a reporter. The lowest of all, the bottom feeder, so to speak, of politicians is one who ENJOYS being a politician.”
“You’re the professionals. Tell me what to do.”
“It’s easy; you have to be a politician while fighting the politician image. You have to be an outsider. Someone who has no ties to Washington and the political morass that ferments there. In fact, it might even help if you don’t even know where Washington is.”
“I don’t think I can get away with that. I’ve been there before.”
“Well then, our job is to convince the people that while you may have, in fact, been to Washington, you didn’t like it. We have to convince the people that all you saw was greed and corruption and so you left as quickly as you could so that none of that filth would dirty you. We then have to convince them that your conscience started to bother you and that you feel the regrettable need to return to the cesspool. But, you feel the need to return only to do your duty to clean up the town.”
“That sounds like the sheriff in ‘High Noon.’ The people were afraid, they didn’t want his help and he really didn’t want to help, but he felt the need to fight the bad guys out of a sense of duty.”
“Now you’ve got the right idea, John. ‘Do not forsake me, oh my darling.’”
“How do I sell this?”
“Simple. We use down-home earnestness. Do you own a plaid shirt, one of those L.L. Bean jobs?”
“I live in Vermont. They issue them with your drivers license.”
“Good, and if you run short we have boxes of them in our Homespun Candidate Preparation Package. I’m sure that we have one in your size.”
“Ok, then what?”
“Vermont, huh, that's good. We use the mountain and stream backdrop. We have you sitting in a plaid wool shirt with one of those mountain things behind you and have you just talk to the camera like it was an old friend.”
“I explain my positions?”
“Are you serious?”
“Well, sure. The people need to know what I stand for.”
“You are new at this. They know what you stand for — getting elected. We have to convince them of just two things: that while you’re running you don’t really want to be elected and that you are more conservative than your opponents.”
“What!?”
“Sure, we tell the camera that you’re the ultimate outsider; you’re a conservative, family-values outsider, but an outsider. We promise something that we have no chance of delivering like a balanced budget or ... Wait, I’ve got an idea. How about the promise of a congressional pay cut until we get a balanced budget?”
“Congress will never go for that.”
“I know. It’s a promise without consequences, but it sounds great doesn’t it?”
“Do you think the people will believe that?”
“Heck yes. They fell for ‘No New Taxes,’ the Tea Party, Too big to fail, and that whole weapons of mass destruction war in Iraq didn’t they? We worked on the Schwartzenegger, Spitzer and Obama campaigns— Americans can be talked into accepting anything. While the pay cut idea is still ringing in their ears, you wet your lips, smile into the camera, schmooze a little and tell them that they shouldn’t send people to Washington who want TOO MUCH to be there.”
“What does that mean?”
“It’s ‘High Noon.’ You’re saying — send me because I hate the job so much I’ll do a good job fighting all those dirty professional politicians, PACs, lobbyists and insiders.”
“You want me to run on a platform of: Vote for me because I want the job LESS than the other candidates?”
“Great idea isn’t it? It may revolutionize politics.”
In order to make this work I had to solicit (not in the Elliot Spitzer sense of the word) professional help in forming and establishing my brand. The DAMN Party intends to be fully transparent throughout the campaign and right up to the audit. To do this I have transcribed my meeting with the Public Relations firm that I have hired. I have nothing to hide and, if I do, you'll never find it.
“Mr. O’Dowd, may I call you John?”
“Sure.”
“Great. Well, we’re very happy and proud that you’ve decided to hire the Bait and Switch subsidiary of Smoke and Mirrors Advertising. I assure you that we’ll do our best. In fact, I feel safe in promising that we’ll give you 100 percent. No, correct that, 150 percent of our effort. I’m sure that we can work well together in crafting a good — no, correct that, a GREAT campaign.”
"That's good. No, correct that, that's wonderful. I’m running for President of the US and trying to start a new political party. I need some professional help in putting together the right image.”
“New party?”
“Yes, I’ve started the DAMN Party — Disenchanted Americans Marginally Nauseated.”
“Marginally Nauseous?”
“No, nauseated. It’s for people who are sick of the current system. Nauseous would be the thing that makes them nauseated.”
“You say potato, John. Anyway, a new party is a great idea. You don’t have to carry any of the established party baggage. We can start from scratch and build you a new image.”
“Good, my promise is not to steal more than the people can afford.”
“Good promise.”
“My slogan is: We fit together like my hand in your pocket.”
“Even better. Are you sure that you’re a novice politician? You sound like a natural.”
“This is my first campaign and I want this job more than anything in the whole world. I’ve worked and maneuvered my whole life to go to Washington and I think I have a real shot at it this year.”
“Whoa, rein in those horses, cowboy. This is not the time or atmosphere to be drooling over a job in Washington.”
“I don’t understand.”
“There is nothing lower on the food chain than a politician, except maybe a lawyer or a reporter. The lowest of all, the bottom feeder, so to speak, of politicians is one who ENJOYS being a politician.”
“You’re the professionals. Tell me what to do.”
“It’s easy; you have to be a politician while fighting the politician image. You have to be an outsider. Someone who has no ties to Washington and the political morass that ferments there. In fact, it might even help if you don’t even know where Washington is.”
“I don’t think I can get away with that. I’ve been there before.”
“Well then, our job is to convince the people that while you may have, in fact, been to Washington, you didn’t like it. We have to convince the people that all you saw was greed and corruption and so you left as quickly as you could so that none of that filth would dirty you. We then have to convince them that your conscience started to bother you and that you feel the regrettable need to return to the cesspool. But, you feel the need to return only to do your duty to clean up the town.”
“That sounds like the sheriff in ‘High Noon.’ The people were afraid, they didn’t want his help and he really didn’t want to help, but he felt the need to fight the bad guys out of a sense of duty.”
“Now you’ve got the right idea, John. ‘Do not forsake me, oh my darling.’”
“How do I sell this?”
“Simple. We use down-home earnestness. Do you own a plaid shirt, one of those L.L. Bean jobs?”
“I live in Vermont. They issue them with your drivers license.”
“Good, and if you run short we have boxes of them in our Homespun Candidate Preparation Package. I’m sure that we have one in your size.”
“Ok, then what?”
“Vermont, huh, that's good. We use the mountain and stream backdrop. We have you sitting in a plaid wool shirt with one of those mountain things behind you and have you just talk to the camera like it was an old friend.”
“I explain my positions?”
“Are you serious?”
“Well, sure. The people need to know what I stand for.”
“You are new at this. They know what you stand for — getting elected. We have to convince them of just two things: that while you’re running you don’t really want to be elected and that you are more conservative than your opponents.”
“What!?”
“Sure, we tell the camera that you’re the ultimate outsider; you’re a conservative, family-values outsider, but an outsider. We promise something that we have no chance of delivering like a balanced budget or ... Wait, I’ve got an idea. How about the promise of a congressional pay cut until we get a balanced budget?”
“Congress will never go for that.”
“I know. It’s a promise without consequences, but it sounds great doesn’t it?”
“Do you think the people will believe that?”
“Heck yes. They fell for ‘No New Taxes,’ the Tea Party, Too big to fail, and that whole weapons of mass destruction war in Iraq didn’t they? We worked on the Schwartzenegger, Spitzer and Obama campaigns— Americans can be talked into accepting anything. While the pay cut idea is still ringing in their ears, you wet your lips, smile into the camera, schmooze a little and tell them that they shouldn’t send people to Washington who want TOO MUCH to be there.”
“What does that mean?”
“It’s ‘High Noon.’ You’re saying — send me because I hate the job so much I’ll do a good job fighting all those dirty professional politicians, PACs, lobbyists and insiders.”
“You want me to run on a platform of: Vote for me because I want the job LESS than the other candidates?”
“Great idea isn’t it? It may revolutionize politics.”
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Not all DAMN Politicians are bad.
I sat through the GOP “Debates” and watched them have all of the fun. Politics is truly the best game in town and I want to play.
The Democrats, uncharacteristically quiet, are providing little opposition for the GOP. Obama ran on a platform of Hope and Change. The only thing left of that platform is that the Democrat Party base is HOPING that the incumbent president is going to CHANGE (and grow a spine) in the months before the election—fat chance of that.
So, should I run as a Democrat or a Republican? No.
Should I run as a Libertarian? Not if I want to maintain my self respect.
I intend to run this race as a DAMN politician (Disenchanted American Marginally Nauseated).
I saw a bumper sticker that said: IF GOD HAD MEANT FOR US TO VOTE HE WOULD HAVE GIVEN US REAL CANDIDATES. I’ve repeated that, and people have come up to me and said, “Yo, John, our politicians are good people who do a thankless job for little money. Who do you think you are to cast asparagus at them?”
I usually respond, “Are you running a fever?”
Perhaps it really isn’t fair of me to attack our system unless I have some alternatives to the problems facing our nation and the world of today (right, like any of those other guys have solutions). I know that many of you out there have felt both disenchanted and marginally nauseated with the current system and felt that you had nowhere to go. Well, I’m gonna tell you exactly where to go — the DAMN party.
The Republican Party started with a single man with the idea to raise taxes, increase the deficit and help the rich and businesses. Look what it grew into. The Democrat Party started with a single man with the idea of raising taxes, giving the money away and creating a welfare state that enslaved the masses and look what it grew into. The Libertarians started with a single man with the idea to... to..., oh, never mind. If those guys can start a political party with one man with an idea and vision for the future then so can I. The masses, looking for promises and answers, will follow a man with a plan as surely as God created hyperbole, nepotism and political pay offs.
I’d like to take this opportunity to offer myself as an unofficial, write-in, non-candidate for any elective position that offers a big, shiny, black car and a shot at government kickbacks — in this case the President of the United States. To do this I have no choice but to announce the formation of a brand new, matching-funds-qualifying, donation-accepting, back-room-dealing, political party. I would like to welcome all of you to The DAMN Party. I envision the party as a benevolent, cash and carry, no money down, 90-day-same-as-cash, free-market enterprise with me running all of the blue light specials.
Third parties in this country have a checkered past. When was the last time you got the chance to vote for a Bull Moose, a Whig, or a Know Nothing (no fair taking the easy shots)? Anyway, it’s been a while. Third parties have been known to come along, get your hopes up by promising to fix things, toy with your affections, unbutton your blouse, ask you to the prom and then stand you up. I’m not like that. I’m committed to staying through the whole race. I didn’t jump into this just for the honeymoon — I also came along to open the wedding gifts. The DAMN Party will be a real alternative to the old, tired two-party fiasco we have now (except, just like the Dems and GOP, the DAMN party will be run by a middle-aged white guy who could stand to lose a few pounds - hey, it’s tradition!) To be a real political party I have to have MEANINGLESS COSMETIC POLITICAL STUFF, and I do:
• Party Bumper Sticker - DAMN It All!
• Party Song - What Lola Wants, Lola Gets (from the musical "DAMN Yankees").
• Party Slogan: We Fit Together Like My Hand In Your Pocket
• Party Promise: I promise not to steal more than you can afford. Ask yourself if any other candidate has made that promise. They haven’t. Now ask yourself why they haven’t.
• Party Mascot - We don’t need no DAMN mascot.
• Party Fabric - Damask.
• Party Favorite Greek Person - Damocles
In the next few months of the political season my faithful followers (and campaign contributors) can look forward to incisive opinions on issues facing the nation. I am a man with a whole bunch of ideas. All I need is your support (did I mention large cash contributions?)
The Democrats, uncharacteristically quiet, are providing little opposition for the GOP. Obama ran on a platform of Hope and Change. The only thing left of that platform is that the Democrat Party base is HOPING that the incumbent president is going to CHANGE (and grow a spine) in the months before the election—fat chance of that.
So, should I run as a Democrat or a Republican? No.
Should I run as a Libertarian? Not if I want to maintain my self respect.
I intend to run this race as a DAMN politician (Disenchanted American Marginally Nauseated).
I saw a bumper sticker that said: IF GOD HAD MEANT FOR US TO VOTE HE WOULD HAVE GIVEN US REAL CANDIDATES. I’ve repeated that, and people have come up to me and said, “Yo, John, our politicians are good people who do a thankless job for little money. Who do you think you are to cast asparagus at them?”
I usually respond, “Are you running a fever?”
Perhaps it really isn’t fair of me to attack our system unless I have some alternatives to the problems facing our nation and the world of today (right, like any of those other guys have solutions). I know that many of you out there have felt both disenchanted and marginally nauseated with the current system and felt that you had nowhere to go. Well, I’m gonna tell you exactly where to go — the DAMN party.
The Republican Party started with a single man with the idea to raise taxes, increase the deficit and help the rich and businesses. Look what it grew into. The Democrat Party started with a single man with the idea of raising taxes, giving the money away and creating a welfare state that enslaved the masses and look what it grew into. The Libertarians started with a single man with the idea to... to..., oh, never mind. If those guys can start a political party with one man with an idea and vision for the future then so can I. The masses, looking for promises and answers, will follow a man with a plan as surely as God created hyperbole, nepotism and political pay offs.
I’d like to take this opportunity to offer myself as an unofficial, write-in, non-candidate for any elective position that offers a big, shiny, black car and a shot at government kickbacks — in this case the President of the United States. To do this I have no choice but to announce the formation of a brand new, matching-funds-qualifying, donation-accepting, back-room-dealing, political party. I would like to welcome all of you to The DAMN Party. I envision the party as a benevolent, cash and carry, no money down, 90-day-same-as-cash, free-market enterprise with me running all of the blue light specials.
Third parties in this country have a checkered past. When was the last time you got the chance to vote for a Bull Moose, a Whig, or a Know Nothing (no fair taking the easy shots)? Anyway, it’s been a while. Third parties have been known to come along, get your hopes up by promising to fix things, toy with your affections, unbutton your blouse, ask you to the prom and then stand you up. I’m not like that. I’m committed to staying through the whole race. I didn’t jump into this just for the honeymoon — I also came along to open the wedding gifts. The DAMN Party will be a real alternative to the old, tired two-party fiasco we have now (except, just like the Dems and GOP, the DAMN party will be run by a middle-aged white guy who could stand to lose a few pounds - hey, it’s tradition!) To be a real political party I have to have MEANINGLESS COSMETIC POLITICAL STUFF, and I do:
• Party Bumper Sticker - DAMN It All!
• Party Song - What Lola Wants, Lola Gets (from the musical "DAMN Yankees").
• Party Slogan: We Fit Together Like My Hand In Your Pocket
• Party Promise: I promise not to steal more than you can afford. Ask yourself if any other candidate has made that promise. They haven’t. Now ask yourself why they haven’t.
• Party Mascot - We don’t need no DAMN mascot.
• Party Fabric - Damask.
• Party Favorite Greek Person - Damocles
In the next few months of the political season my faithful followers (and campaign contributors) can look forward to incisive opinions on issues facing the nation. I am a man with a whole bunch of ideas. All I need is your support (did I mention large cash contributions?)
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Rock and Roll Philosophy
You can answer most of life's questions through the genius of Oldies Radio and Standup Comedy:
Dating and the Legal System:
•By the time a girl gets to be full grown, the very first thing she learns, when two men go out to face each other, only one returns.
•When the final showdown comes around, a law book is no good.
Gene Pitney, “The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance”
Domestic Relations:
•The yellow-haired woman was buried at sunset. The stranger went free, of course. You can’t hang a man for killin’ a woman who’s trying to steal his horse. — Willie Nelson, “Redheaded Stranger”
Self Reliance and Esteem:
•Oz never did give nothin’ to the Tin Man that he didn’t already have. — America, “Tin Man”
•They got a name for winners in the world. I want a name when I lose. They call Alabama the Crimson Tide. Call me Deacon Blues.—Steely Dan, “Deacon Blues”
•I raised a lot of cane back in my younger days. My mama used to pray my crops would fail. — Roy Buchanan, “Lonesome Fugitive”
Community Relations:
•The moral of this story, the moral of this song, is simply that one should never be where one does not belong.
If you see your neighbor carrying something, help him with his load.
And don’t go mistaking paradise for that home across the road.
Bob Dylan, “Frankie Lee and Judas Priest”
Business, Taxes and Social Relationships:
•Employees make the best dates. You don’t have to pick them up and they are always tax deductible. — Andy Warhol
Teen Smoking:
•When you’re a Jet you’re a Jet all the way; from your first cigarette to your last dying day. — Leonard Bernstein, “West Side Story”
Foreign Relations:
•Kill them off; take their land; go there for vacation. — Rage Against the Machine
Mideast Conflict:
•Even the Jordan River has bodies floatin’. — Barry McGuire, “Eve of Destruction”
•Way-o, way-o, way-o, way-o, walk like an Egyptian. — The Bangles
Our French Allies:
•Sawed-off sissies who eat snails and slugs and cheese that smells like peoples feet. Utter cowards who force their own children to drink wine. They gibber like baboons even when you try to speak to them in their own language. — National Lampoon Magazine
American Politics:
•Always forgive your enemies but never forget their names. — Robert F. Kennedy
Road Rage:
•Have you ever noticed, anybody going slower than you is an idiot,
and anyone going faster than you is a maniac? — George Carlin
Diet:
•I am not a vegetarian because I love animals; I am a vegetarian
because I hate plants. — A. Whitney Brown
Women and Sports:
•If a woman has to choose between catching a fly ball and saving an infant's life, she will choose to save the infant's life without even considering if there is a man on base. — Dave Barry
State Lotteries and Gambling:
•Your chances of winning the lottery are exactly the same whether you play or not. — Fran Lebowitz
•The lottery is a tax on the stupid. — Fran Lebowitz
•I’ve got a whole lot of money that’s a ready to burn so set those flames up higher. — Elvis Presley, “Viva Las Vegas”
Drinking:
•Scotch and soda, mud in your eye... Dry martini, jigger of gin; oh what a mood you’ve got me in; oh my. Do I feel higher than a kite can fly? — Kingston Trio, “Scotch and Soda”
Dating and the Legal System:
•By the time a girl gets to be full grown, the very first thing she learns, when two men go out to face each other, only one returns.
•When the final showdown comes around, a law book is no good.
Gene Pitney, “The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance”
Domestic Relations:
•The yellow-haired woman was buried at sunset. The stranger went free, of course. You can’t hang a man for killin’ a woman who’s trying to steal his horse. — Willie Nelson, “Redheaded Stranger”
Self Reliance and Esteem:
•Oz never did give nothin’ to the Tin Man that he didn’t already have. — America, “Tin Man”
•They got a name for winners in the world. I want a name when I lose. They call Alabama the Crimson Tide. Call me Deacon Blues.—Steely Dan, “Deacon Blues”
•I raised a lot of cane back in my younger days. My mama used to pray my crops would fail. — Roy Buchanan, “Lonesome Fugitive”
Community Relations:
•The moral of this story, the moral of this song, is simply that one should never be where one does not belong.
If you see your neighbor carrying something, help him with his load.
And don’t go mistaking paradise for that home across the road.
Bob Dylan, “Frankie Lee and Judas Priest”
Business, Taxes and Social Relationships:
•Employees make the best dates. You don’t have to pick them up and they are always tax deductible. — Andy Warhol
Teen Smoking:
•When you’re a Jet you’re a Jet all the way; from your first cigarette to your last dying day. — Leonard Bernstein, “West Side Story”
Foreign Relations:
•Kill them off; take their land; go there for vacation. — Rage Against the Machine
Mideast Conflict:
•Even the Jordan River has bodies floatin’. — Barry McGuire, “Eve of Destruction”
•Way-o, way-o, way-o, way-o, walk like an Egyptian. — The Bangles
Our French Allies:
•Sawed-off sissies who eat snails and slugs and cheese that smells like peoples feet. Utter cowards who force their own children to drink wine. They gibber like baboons even when you try to speak to them in their own language. — National Lampoon Magazine
American Politics:
•Always forgive your enemies but never forget their names. — Robert F. Kennedy
Road Rage:
•Have you ever noticed, anybody going slower than you is an idiot,
and anyone going faster than you is a maniac? — George Carlin
Diet:
•I am not a vegetarian because I love animals; I am a vegetarian
because I hate plants. — A. Whitney Brown
Women and Sports:
•If a woman has to choose between catching a fly ball and saving an infant's life, she will choose to save the infant's life without even considering if there is a man on base. — Dave Barry
State Lotteries and Gambling:
•Your chances of winning the lottery are exactly the same whether you play or not. — Fran Lebowitz
•The lottery is a tax on the stupid. — Fran Lebowitz
•I’ve got a whole lot of money that’s a ready to burn so set those flames up higher. — Elvis Presley, “Viva Las Vegas”
Drinking:
•Scotch and soda, mud in your eye... Dry martini, jigger of gin; oh what a mood you’ve got me in; oh my. Do I feel higher than a kite can fly? — Kingston Trio, “Scotch and Soda”
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