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In the Style Of Percolate

Ok this is a bit of an experiment. The Discover Challenge this week is to publish a post in the style of a writer or artist you admire, or in the style of another genre. So I have kind of done that…I think. I wouldn’t call Les Claypool someone I admire but his song had the word Percolate in it so I also managed to combine the prompt with the challenge and this is what I came up with. A Les Claypool song re-written as a short story.

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The Story

As a fisherman of nearly thirty years on the seas I feel at home, the crashing of the waves, the rolling of the ocean more like a cosy nest for this tuna fisherman than any dwelling could be. Sailing alone on the vast ocean expanse I need eyes of an eagle, alert at all times, looking, searching, hunting for the catch. Along with the sounds of my boat there is a ringing in my ears, I’m tired and I’m weary and the coffee I percolate on the radiator cannot come quick enough.

I come from a line of land dwellers, workers of the dirt. My grandfather farmed the land for more than eighty years. His whole life was soil mine is burning oil. He kept sane by cropping fields and driving his harvester I keep sane but floating on the open seas. The peace, the tranquillity, the serenity and the savagery of the ocean there to nullify my pain.

If we all need that sweet serenity, a place between heaven and hell mine is trawling this ocean, riding the swell, floating the ebb and driving forth against the wind.

When you see that sweet monterey, the full cabin beast rigged for catching salmon and crab from the ocean depth you just know it’s Errol and his best mate, the only family he’s ever had, that wonderful yellow Labrador always at his side.

Twenty years ago I used to hunt for albacore, dragging lines here, dragging the there. Then the writing got etched on the wall, the market was going sour, the prices going down, the costs going up. When they started talking about long strikes, a stand against the powers that be out of the water this old girl came. She was re-powered with a new Cummins power plant and we hit the water looking for something new.

So here I am today, still standing at the helm, the rumble of that Cummins power the sountrack to my life. There is nothing like the smell of burning oil and nothing like the taste of coffee and it percolates when the radiator boils. The seas nullify my pain like nothing else can.

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The Song

I like the rumble of the diesel and the smell of the oil
I percolate my coffee off the radiator boil
I been chasin’ tuna nearly 27 years
I got the eyeballs of an eagle but there’s ringing in my ears

I like the rumble of the diesel and the smell of the oil
Granddad was a farmer but I couldn’t stand the soil
I like to keep it simple; it helps to keep me sane
I like floating in the ocean it nullifies the pain

Some say we can find a place
Between heaven and hell
Some work to make the bread rise
I like to plow the ocean swell
Errol’s got a sweet monterey
Rigged for salmon and crab
Never had a family
Unless you count that old yellow lab

I like the rumble of the diesel and the smell of the oil
I percolate my coffee off the radiator boil
I been chasin’ tuna nearly 27 years
I got the eyeballs of an eagle but there’s ringing in my ears

I like the rumble of the diesel and the smell of the oil
Granddad was a farmer but I couldn’t stand the soil
I like to keep it simple; it helps to keep me sane
I like floating in the ocean it nullifies the pain

Lookin’ back to ’95
I had a fresh Cummins re-power
Draggin’ lines for Albacore
‘Till the market went sour
We talked of strike for 40 days
‘Cause the price was drove down
And when we finally settled up
We got less than a dollar a pound

I like the rumble of the diesel and the smell of the oil
I percolate my coffee off the radiator boil
I been chasin’ tuna nearly 27 years
I got the eyeballs of an eagle but there’s ringing in my ears

I like the rumble of the diesel and the smell of the oil
Granddad was a farmer but I couldn’t stand the soil
I like to keep it simple; it helps to keep me sane
I like floating in the ocean it nullifies the pain

12 Comments

  1. I love this 😀 Well done!

  2. Reading this was very enjoyable.

  3. Feel sorry for the fish

  4. Adding a side note – what’s so humane about Catch and release? Reminds me of going to the dentist repeatedly, having the needle of novacaine, but leaving before the work is done.

    • Having been to the dentist a dozen times in the last 3 months I can tell you catching fish is nothing like the dentist. Dentists these days aren’t the savage beasts they once were, they can pull teeth without any pain now days.

      As for C&R the idea is if they are released they are alive if they aren’t they are dead. But humane is what you make of it. dead fish = human food not an inhumane death.

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