Woody Guthrie, “The Naked Ape,” and Swimming Pool Sex

Woody_Guthrie_NYWTS[1]The_naked_ape[1]There was a comedian (I think it was George Carlin) who said “If you nail two things together that have never been nailed together before, some schmuck, somewhere, will buy it.”  This hammering process, in the context of reminiscing, has been my “thread approach” this week.  I see no reason to change that now – this one is three things nailed together, that shouldn’t be, probably.  [And, by the way, Emily, you are not to read this post!  – I am sure that will stop her.]

In 1974, I think it was, there was a huge Rolling Stone article about Bob Dylan and his admiration of Woody Guthrie.  Dylan found Woody in a sanitorium in New York when the latter was dying from Huntington’s Chorea.  He would visit him daily, play his guitar and sing him songs.  This magazine (in those days it was more like a newspaper – remember that?) article was the inspiration for a road trip.  My best friend in College and I decided we were going to Okemah, Oklahoma that fateful July to find Woody Guthrie’s grave.  At the time, there was a news story about how the city of Okemah would not let a group of musicians (a large group of different acts who had produced two albums covering Guthrie’s music) build a library in honor of Guthrie.  For some reason, it sounded like a place we wanted to go to.

The semester before we went on our road trip, I had read a book by Desmond Morris called The Naked Ape: A Zoologist’s study of the Human Animal. Morris speculated in the book that the reason we humans were hairless (relatively speaking) apes was that we spent a large amount of time in water once we had climbed down from trees.  We evolved to make life in the water more efficient.  This digression becomes salient, later.

Getting to Okemah was not difficult.  We found a police officer sitting on a chair on the porch of the Police Station.  He told us where the cemetary was and where the former home of Woody Guthrie was.  We asked him why the people of Okemah did not want to have the Library built that was meant to honor Guthrie.  He said something to the effect of “We didn’t want any library honoring a shiftless and communist guitar picker built here.”  We said thank you, and quickly departed, before anyone could cue up banjo music or make requests of us to make animal sounds.

We easily found Guthrie’s boyhood home.  The place was abandoned.  It had not fallen down at that time, but it was headed in that direction.  There was a lot of hippy graffitti inside the house.  Then we went to the cemetary.  After an hour or so of searching we found the Guthrie’s gravestone – it had a line drawing of Guthrie on it with the words “Bound for Glory”(it was a very simple, humble, and moving headstone, I thought).  We took photos, and satisfied that we had fulfilled our mission, we left town.  Driving back to Winfield, we stopped to spend a night in a motel in a town in Oklahoma that I am not recalling at this time.

At said motel, my friend and I met a couple of girls from Oklahoma State.  One of them seemed particularly interested in my friend and the other seemed interested in me – the one interested in me seemed much more attractive, so I was satisfied that she was not settling for me given that I was the remaining choice.  One thing led to another and at around midnight the girl interested in me (her name was Lisa) and I were skinny dipping in the outdoor motel swimming pool.  We were somewhat intoxicated and no one else was around (our friends were in their room), so it seemed sufficiently discrete to us at the time to have intercourse in the swimming pool.  I had never done this before, or since.  It was one of the more powerfully primeval experiences of my life.  The next day I thought, ‘well maybe Desmond Morris was right about out primordial journey into and out of the water.’



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15 responses to “Woody Guthrie, “The Naked Ape,” and Swimming Pool Sex

  1. David B

    I have always found underwater intercourse to be over-rated…. LOL!

  2. The Indian word Okemah means “things up high”. This was not my experience of the place, except for Guthrie’s headstone.

  3. David B

    Woody would have approved!

  4. I’m enjoying your journey of nailing things together! In fact, I’m laughing right out loud!

    Underwater. Yeah, overrated. But, everyone needs the experience.

    I don’t think I’m a water sign.

  5. I hesitated a long time, for obvious reasons, about posting this thread.

    I have noticed throughout the years, when there have been various Wichita city magazines, that when they start covering porn subjects (which the above, I hope is not), their death knell shortly follows.

    • Bad Biker

      You’re okay, Iggy, this isn’t porn. Now if you and your mermaid had filmed the event and you posted it here, THAT would be porn.

  6. David B

    Read the quote from good old Woody on Okemah’s webpage:


  7. Okemah, Oklahoma is in Okfuskee County. Does anyone know the proper pronunciation of either the town or county?

  8. oh-KEEM-uh

    I know that.

    I suspect it’s oak-FUSS-key County, but ya never know.

  9. It sounds like you had a good time. Oklahoma has a few good sites and a few good people. I’d like to see Woody’s grave.