WEEKEND UPDATE

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FROM THE PUBLIC SERVICE RADIO: THINGS TO BE REMOVED FROM OTHER THINGS:

  1. Snake in yard.
  2. Cat in wall.
  3. Ducks in manhole.

SEEN ON THE FREEWAY:

  1. Old black lady with flowered Sunday hat, driving beater Ford Taurus, bumper sticker: MY GAMER FRAGGED YOUR HONOR STUDENT.
  2. Harley biker with ginormous Canadian flag flying on back of bike.
  3. Ancient Cadillac veering from lane to lane with license plate holder DRUNK ON THE HOLY SPIRIT.

Beverage we won’t be drinking: Flavored Jim Beam endorsed by Kid Rock.

CD we won’t be purchasing: Starbucks hip-hop compilation.

Product or service we wholly endorse: Soundway Records, particularly their compilations of Nigerian 1960s psycho-afro-rock and Colombian “Champeta Criolla” African music.

New horrors of the upscale freezer section: Tuscan Veggie Bake

I don't think they have "veggies" in Tuscany.

I know that “Tuscan” just means “you just paid too much for generic Italian-American glop,” parallel to “Southwestern” and “Proven├žal.” I also know that people want to feel that they are eating light even when eating hyper-processed poison from the freezer case.

But nobody wants to eat anything called a “veggie bake,” even if it’s artisanal, Szechwan, uncured, extra-virgin, and triple-distilled.

From the top of a mountain over Los Angeles

My friend Greg lives on Mount Washington, looking down on much of Los Angeles. He and his friends are all musicians, and we BBQd and played and listened and talked yesterday and last night. I’ve known him since 1985. He’s a great musician and a good friend.

This is looking down on Lincoln Heights and East Los Angeles with a couple of the musicians jamming in the garage behind me.

The whole thing was magical.