Sixties Surreal

2025

Transcription: Mike Henderson, Dufus, 1970
Running time: 00:06:29

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(Static noise)

(Man's voice, slow and steady):

Speaker 1: Art by Mike Henderson and John Nicholas with Rico Reese on harmonica and guitar.

(Harmonica plays in the background)

Speaker 1: The dufus is a hard working man.

(Man's voice shifts to exhausted, mumbling):

Speaker 1: I don't see why I gotta work so hard. Work all day and every day and night. Seems like I'm never done. Oh, I tell you, the devil's a busy man.

(Tumbling rocks over low mumbling)

(Tumbling rocks continue)

Speaker 1: Work work work. That's all I seem to do...seem to do is work work work work.

(Easy guitar and bluesy harmonica a keep a steady rhythm behind the words)

Speaker 1: What's this?

(Bluesy harmonica wails)

Hey, I used to be a painter. What would it taste like? I'm gonna taste—

(Abrupt hocking, sniffing, and snorting noises)

(Grunting and humming noises)

Speaker 1: What I tell you is...I been working all day and I used to paint, man. Let me tell you. Well, we might as well clean up this garbage here, you know. You know, you know about this.

(Jumbled mumbling and slurred speech)

(Heavy labored breathing)

Speaker 1: We'll talk before I go home.

(Exhausted breathing over bluesy harmonica)

(Sleepily) To...

Speaker 1: Work work work. What have I got to show? The only thing they give me is a hard way to go. Let me tell you, the devil's a busy man.

Speaker 1: (Softly) Work work work. Work work work.Work work work.Work work work.

(Mood shifts to energetic and cool) A scum-bag!

Speaker 1: A scum-wag. Well, the only solution is definitely revolution. If you can dig it, it's all right with me. If you can't, it's all right. Because it don't make any difference to me because I'm going to sit here and have have a ball and dig infinity, y'all.

(Light, mellow guitar plays behind the words)

Speaker 1: Yeah… Sit back and roll myself a joint.

Speaker 1: (Exaggerated southern accent): This is good marijuana. 

Speaker 1: I am going to have myself a good trip. Mm, this is good stuff, too. Well, ain't no need in me working all the time. I got a woman who works herself— Work? Man, work don't work nobody. Work ain't what's happening, baby. Love is where it's at. Love and all of those things that go along with love. Like, um...Well, you take the dorks, on the other hand...

Speaker 1: (Mimicking a high woman's voice): "How y'all doing, baby? I'm sick a long time… I was sorta thrown out of action because I had a bad case of  the crabs about a week ago, (low, sultry) but I'm doing fine now."

Speaker 1: (Continues mimicking woman's voice) "Yes. Love ain't where it's at, baby. Love ain't where it's at. You got to forget about love. You got a fucking's where it's at. Yes, there ain't nothing like it. You'll see, some day. Well, come up and see me some time, if you ever (low, sultry) in the neighborhood."

(Harmonica and guitar play over a man's playful, confident voice)

Speaker 1: Well, mofoc, well, what's happening, blood? Oh, yeah. What's happening? Same old junk? If it's getting heavy, you got to put it down. Well, I got it, baby, what's to it? Ain't nothing shaking. How is it, T I is? Fucking, fucking ain't what's happening, y'all. No, man, you must be jiving and shucking. Fucking ain't what's happening. Money's where it's at. Got to forget about morals and learn about dollars and cents, baby. Yeah, ooh, me and my bad self. I tell you, man, I am heavy. Yes, it's cool, it's cool. It's all right with me. Yeah, well, I'll see y'all later. Y'all drop by the crib some time, mofoc, anytime I see y'all much later, y'all. But it's splurnk. Well, if it isn't Good Time Charlie, the last of the big time spenders. Yeah, yeah, he burns up  money like he's burning it up. Yeah.

(Arhythmic kazoo)

Speaker 1: He'll buy it all. He'll spend it all. He'll waste it all. It's only money. You got to forget about money. Life is where it's at. Because if you got money, you got nothing but life to happen for you. Now me...

(Light, strained out-of-tune guitar)

Speaker 1: I don't know about me. Well… That's, um, William Howard Henderson Junior. Better known as Mike. In some circles, even Hendoo. And that's all I can really say about him that I really know.

(Convoluted guitar music plays)

Speaker 1: This part was shot by Louise, the sweetest girl I know. That's John. He's the cat I grew up with. We used to play in a band together.

(Jaunty guitar music plays)

Speaker 1: That's it. It's all over now, baby blue.

(Jaunty guitar music continues)

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