- it turns out Plant was impressed with Faith No More when they came out. I’m only down with Stripsearch and Just a Man but none can deny Mike Patton’s vocal range and style. And so RP is my older soul brother, with a sonar for eclectic music.
- meanwhile I’ve just discovered The Youngbloods thanks to his remake. i can describe it with a venn diagram
- Darkness, Darkness at the center, with one circle “quintessential 60’s shyte,” one circle “poignant”, and a third “i can totally relate.”
- Jesse passed just last month
- I’m late to the party yet again
- I’ve been late to the party my entire life
- And the person following me will think they are too
- it’s linear and can’t be helped
- While at the corner today (I was there for 1hr, 15min, then got hungry)
- about 5 chimpanzees chanted trump, trump as they drove by
- one dude craning his neck trying to yell something (it was indecipherable as I had Jesse’s soulful voice in my hearing aids) ran up on the curve and fucked up his bumper while turning the corner. that was quite satisfying and I allowed myself a snorting chuckle.
- a group of young black women crossing the street clapped and smiled at me
- several waves and car honks
- I had two signs
- Save Democracy
- Trump’s Agenda is Putin’s Agenda – when a clean cut older white dude yelled “vote Republican!” I turned the sign around for him to see the other side: “Republicans Grow a Spine”
- Meanwhile, the scammers on the dating site continue to reach out with their bizarre photoshopped profiles and lame scripts. I’ve started generating gibberish text in response. it’s been immensely entertaining for me. the absurd will pump belly laughs out of me until my eyes tear up.
- changing octaves is a bitch and I’ll likely be in the disjointed tempo stage for a couple o’years.
Signing off with The Youngbloods