Honey you don’t have to go

I’m gunna pack my things and down the road go

Etta James

If you know me, you understand my
Underworld title
And if you really know me
You know my byline
In the basement…
Is from my never ending love for
Etta James
Today, Etta’s death leaves me
With a heavy heart.
But not too heavy as she achieved
More than most.
She won me over.
Push over!!!
Ah Etta…
Thank you!
No, no don’t let yourself go!
I’m hip!!
Ahhhh
Ettttttaaaa
Sometimes I get a good feeling, yeahhhhh!!!!

I get it

i never understood how the NYT
could post everything
online, for free, and stay in business.
but i wish they offered rates based on income.
or something.
submit a music review and get a week free.
i’ve missed the print version since living here.
maybe now i’ll finally invest in the sunday addition.
there’s my sliver lining.

Five quarters of the orange

Beautiful and painful to read
A bit like listening to Alice
Mr Waits

Jose de Sousa Saramago

Oh, how I love reading his words
a friend has said He’s pessimistic like all people of Portugal
i found him beautiful and realized through him how
much i love the sadness that is time
the communist died today

Word of the day

Opportunity

sf

trendy underground
and homeless Victorians
with a lefty lock

Stoked on the Sistema

I just purchased a ticket to see Buraka Som Sistema
@Mezzanine next weekend. It could be argued that
this place has the best sound system in San Francisco.
So bring on the Som!

Whose that?

Feeling it good this morning.
Busta bad

TCQ w. LONS
Scenario

Trying to “Hold the Line”

i’m having a major lazy, er, lazer kind of day…