"Do not- under any circumstances- drive a car!"

Strict instructructions from a one of Nashville's semi prominet entertainment attorney to his sixteeen and one week  year old in 1982.

Chavela Vargas

Like Chicken Mole with straight tequila!

Angel Of Forgetfulness

Naphkees, Jewish mobsters and hippies from Arkansas!.....took me three times of reading  the first 50 pages till I began to enjoy it.

Viridiana

Luis Bunuel!

Creepy and good. Reminds me of the Loving Cup scene from Freaks.

George Kastanza Meets Myles Rosenthal

Small promise spirals into a conspiracy of deceit....

 In the mail arrives a manila envelope which contains a journal with a letter of instructions pasted to the front. As I read the instructions, it becomes apparent that this is a chain letter cloaked as a school project from a nine year old cousin in Atlanta. The roost here is to fill out one page detailing some aspect of the geography of your the state that you reside in. Then, send it to another friend, family member in another state. The person who possesess the journal on May 15th sends it back to the nine year old cousin in Atlanta. So, the hope here is that the journal reaches all 50 states.

 Oh, one more thing. You are suppose to send a postcard to the cousin at the same time you send the journal to the next....

In hind sight, I should have sent that journal right back. But, I kept it hoping that Stella would fill it out. My procrastination combined with her resistance left the journal in a stack of junk mail, kids art work and homework for over three weeks. I carried the guilt around in my burden sack of guilt. Finally< I rallied and completed the page. I described how I commute to work in a subway which tunnels under a river to the island on Manhattan. I even copied a google map adding a red line to show my route.

I then took the journal to work and gave it to my friend Paul who lives in New Jersery. He took it home and once again the journal found it self it the pile of procrastination.

Meanwhile, the mother of the kid cousins begins prodding me in the passive aggressive method of Facebook.
Wayne, Myles has not recieved any post cards...did you send it. The prodding post arrive about every ten days and the burden sack of guilt broadens its girth.

When I ask Paul, if he sent it. He responds with a wisp of shame, ummm-no. Now, he rallies and together we come up with a plan to advance this journal by getting co-workers to write up a page about their home state. And you see, the conspiracy reaches adolecsents.

Kidney Stone at 40,000 feet

Anita O'Day Hard Times

Loose Your Lizard Brain!

Women forget negligee???

laundromat

At the laundromat, irregular things happen. People square off over washers — mine; no, mine. They sit on the counters where you were planning to fold T-shirts. Women conveniently forget a negligee in a dryer so you’ll find it and marry them. Street people try to sell utterly unnecessary things. Pesky process servers visit bearing summonses. People stare without mercy.

Global Music

http://www.mediafire.com/?e0wkij21n5h

Fallon/Young/Smith

A Meaningful Life

Bob Dylan Union Palace 20091117

I think that I have seen Him five times. And this show was solidly #2! #1 being in the early 80"s when Tom Petty and the HB's was his band and they opened for the Dead. Despite the heat ant the bad tab of acid, the show was amazing.

Last night, Dylan showed up at times Colonel Custer, mainly because of his flat brimmed hat and blue slacks with red stripes, and other times as Maurice Cheverolet, again the flat brimmed head cocked crooning in this Vaudville venue. He spent a lot of songs dancing behind the mic clutching his harmonica and green bullet harmonica mic.

His song selection was mainly up tempo from the modern catalog. He played some of my contemporary favorites...Tweedly Dee - Tweedly Dumb, Cold Irons Bound and Thunder On The Mountain ( "I wonder where in the world Alicia Keyes could be..".). One mid tempo song from Love and Theft called Po Boy which was never very memorable, may now be my new favorite.

His voice is strong. His pitch is dead on. Sure it's gravely, but to my ear, it's still enviable. His counter melody, though, could use some variation. But overall, Dylan danced like a cat content with the victory of conquest of a mouse... half eaten and the other half batting around boastfully. The audience lucky to be a spectator.

Set List

Cat's In The Well

It's All Over Now, Baby Blue

Beyond Here Lies Nothin'

A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall

Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum
John Brown

Summer Days

Po' Boy

Cold Irons Bound

If You Ever Go To Houston

Highway 61 Revisited

Ain't Talkin'

Thunder On The Mountain

Ballad Of A Thin Man

Like A Rolling Stone

Jolene

All Along The Watchtower

Betye Saar

Until The Day Is Done

Check other live outdoor versions of all your favorites at
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Poor poor pitiful me

Well I met a girl in West Hollywood
And I ain't namin' names
Well, she really worked me over good
She was just like Jesse James

She really worked me over good
She was a credit to her gender
She put me through some changes, Lord
Sort of like a Waring blender

Tabernacle

They got steeples, saints and holy water. I never noticed the ark which contains the sacrament. I am impressed with this lock box of wafers and wine. RIP Jimmy Oneill.

Farnsworth, the district health officer, was a man so grudging in what he asked of life that every win was a loss; yet he was not without certain plodding persistence of effort and effectiveness in his limited area.



Cities of the Red Night, William S. Burroughs

I cannot decide if it is the way the sentences are constructed or it is hearing Burroughs lilting tough guy delivery in my head or the portrait of self deprecation, but I am hooked.

The first chapter is jam packed with drugs, drunken clergy, exotic disease , rough terrain and our hero Farnsworth. Farnsworth is on a mission which finds him roughed up on a raft near his destination at the end of the first chapter. The writing is brillant a real page turner. Then as  I suspected the chapter ends in a rough sodomy. Shit. Check please.

I mean everyone knows Burroughs is a homo. That fact would not have any bearing in my interest, but homosexual sex shows up in a story I cannot continue. Intellectually, I know it is shallow. Think about how much great literature I am missing. I would feel much better with a censored edition.

CigaGratte

Costello, Helm, Thompson, Toussaint and Nick Lowe on on stage

Producer,"Do you want to see Elvis Costello, Levon Helm, Richard Thompson, Alan Toussaint and Nick Lowe playing TOGETHER?" Asked the aptly connected folk rock producer and co-worker.

Me,"Where,when and how much?

Producer,"Apollo Theater (10 subway stops way), tonight, free!"

Me, "Are you freakin' kidding me", I respond.

Producer, "just take this piece a paper to the will call window, be in line before 7:45 and don't dress like a schmuck."

Me, "fine, Are you going?

Producer, "umm well yeah but I've got to go into a special entrance."

Me, "I see"