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I walked far too far today, about ten miles or so, which is too much for me right now, all things considering…So it’s goodnight from me, I’ve a couple of aspirin and a date with netflix…and Townes Van Zandt at the Old Quarter. This is the absolute best recording of Townes I’ve heard – no […]
MoreI didn’t intend to go to The City Lights Bookstore today, I guess the road had other plans. The road has other plans even when you are on foot, especially when you are on foot, I guess, no solid walls of the vehicle to shield you, no wheels to out run Fate and her furies… […]
MoreI don’t know whether any of you read the missed connections on Craigslist? It is mostly a horrorshow of human sexual desperation, but there is the occasional gem. In the depths of the pandemic, protests raging, everyone scared, deaths rising, I found a woman, just wanting to wish everyone well, and ask them to stay […]
MoreThe fog is closing in on San Francisco, the street homeless outside huddled around a radio, the dogs even looking damp and chilled to the bone. I am grateful for the shelter tonight, I’m grateful to be inside, I’m grateful for the heater in my room. After five years on the road, five years without […]
MoreIt seems there are always floors to walk upon Brown and cool Stretching wall to wall to wall From hallowed to concrete hall From Temple to Church From Park to Station And Station to Park again. It seemed to me That there were always floors But some of them were banned: Walking upon them an […]
More“Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your […]
MoreI know, I know, it’s hardly winter out here in Cal-i-forn-i-a, but it is…kinda. San Francisco gets chilly, windy, foggy and rainy. It is one of those days that the wind and rain just can’t drive off the fog, and it settles down this low laying part of town like a fallen silk stocking or […]
MoreIf you have been following me at all you will know how I feel about Patti. Punk Queen extraordinaire, poetess, Rimbaud in skinny jeans and smeared eyeliner. The thinking rock and roll fan’s crush, and possibly the most fun I have ever had listening to anything in my entire life. The doyenne of CBGB’s least […]
More“…Keith Richards cutting his hair in 1967 influenced rock and roll as much as Link Ray slicing his speakers up to get that distortion, I ain’t kidding you.”….Billy was in a talkative mood. I was busy staring at a colt out the window, dark bay with a broad white face, his mother staying close by, […]
MoreI guess I should have known when I saw the small sized men’s shirt in the charity shop, that it was not the best idea. There was Keef, in all his junkie hey-day glory, cigarette hanging from his lips, mirrored shades, the torn and frayed elegantly wasted Keith that we all know, and I thought […]
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