07 November 2005


Just Cuz

05 November 2005


Lee-World
I’ve been listening to Lee Hazelwood relentlessly, with rapt attention and without irony. I haven’t even been smoking dope. Even when his music isn’t playing, I find myself drifting into Lee-world, strumming the acoustic on a Baja beach, nursing a bottle of Mescal and losing myself in a Brigitte Bardot reverie. I’m thinking about growing a big bushy mustache. Somehow, the water is always cool and mild in Lee-world, and the sand is wet and soft. The wind blows gently, and the sun is always setting on an orange sky. The bartender’s name is Old Jim, and he’s an attentive listener and an even better dispenser of crooked wisdom. We share tales of loves won and lost, and we both stare wistfully out the open window, hoping for a better tomorrow. The hangover has a touch of sadness, but by noon, after the first two drinks are down, hope slips through the backdoor of my defeat and offers itself in small waves to the afternoon. I drift back into the past for a daydream of regret, but the sucker’s game of yesterday yields to the cool tequila glass of today, when every lonely barfly’s name is Sand.

04 November 2005



Why T-Rex is the Grooviest Band Ever
Spaceball Ricochet
by T-Rex

I'm just a man
I understand the wind
And all the things
That make the children cry

With my Les Paul
I know I'm small
But I enjoy living
Anyway

Book after book
I get hooked
Everytime the writer
Talks to me like a friend

What can I do
We just live in a zoo
All I do is play
The spaceball ricochet

Deep in my heart
Three¹s a house
That can hold
Almost all of you

I brought a car
It was old but kind
I gave it my mind
And it disappeared

I love a girl
She is a changeless angel
She's a city it's a pity
That I'm like me

I said how can I lay
When all I do is play
The spaceball ricochet

03 November 2005



Friday Lunch- join me?


Serge Gainsburgh Takes His Revenge on God


I can't stop listening to Francois Hardy, Serge Gainsburgh and Morrissey.
Should my wife be concerned?

02 November 2005




The Best Defense is a Smile and a Jowl: Why the Republican Leadership is so sexy when they're down