He Found Him In Mombassa, In A Barroom Drinkin’ Gin

August 30, 2005 by Katherine Coble

Nothing at all to say.

Just love that line.

on August 30, 2005 at 4:36 pm | Reply Sarcastro

Today I was thinking of the Zevon line,
And your face looked like something death brought with him in his suitcase.
on August 30, 2005 at 4:54 pm | Reply Kat Coble

The live version of that song on Learning To Flinch is probably in my top favourite 10 songs of all time anywhere by anyone.

I am so not cut out for workin’.
on August 30, 2005 at 7:44 pm | Reply P. K. Nail

Ah, Roland. I remember Zevon singing that on Lettermen just before he died.
on August 30, 2005 at 7:44 pm | Reply P. K. Nail

Errr, that would be LettermAn.
on August 30, 2005 at 8:32 pm | Reply Tim

Just happened to be listening to “Learning to Flinch” this evening. Best. French Inhaler. Ever. Pretty good Roland, too. (“…in Palestine and BerkeleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeY.”)

Still kinda hard to hear “Indifference of Heaven”, even after all this time.