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.

Something to sweeten the imagination

The world’s a mess, it’s in my kiss. The time is out of joint. The best lack all conviction and the worst are full of passionate intensity. Pigeons on the grass, alas.

HOWEVER: TEMPLE CITY KAZOO ORCHESTRA

Notes:

1. Followed by Cheryl Tiegs and Lou Ferrigno
2. “Selling mod clothing to Iran”
3. Awww yeah.

WHERE’S MY BLACK BAG?

Tupelo Chain Sex blasted loud, dirty, funny, sexy, and party party party. I miss them. They’re generally forgotten. I played them a lot on college radio. Listening to them is like being forcibly dragged on a bar crawl in Hollywood. I salute you, madmen of the past.