So I might occasionally have an acid flashback,

so what.

All I know, is, you open this video and stop it at the beginning. Turn the sound up on this one
Then you open this video and stop it at 0:45. Turn the sound down on this one.
Then you start them both as close to each other as possible, and watch Chris Walken dancing while listening to “Walking In Rhythm” by the Blackbyrds.

You now have experienced the darkside of the Moon, Walken In Rhythm style. Probably works better if you wake and bake a little first.

Time marches on.

While doing a bit of reading about Brubeck last night I did a little wikiwandering looking at other artists; my dear old friend and confidant Mlle Jenny reminds me that the combined age of the Stones is about 275, the Who (if they were all still alive) is about 270, and the Beatles, if they were still alive, at 283.

Donald Fagen is 64, Walter becker 62

Anne Wilson was born in 1950 and Nancy in 1954.

Damn, motherfuckers, when did we get old? When did our musicians get so old?

When I was courting the Ogwife

I had just discovered she was a collector of matchbooks, and took her to a place that made each diner a book of custom printed matches which were on their table at dinner. They also had a little quartet, and I thought they were pretty good, so I slipped the piano player a twenty and asked if they could work in “Take five”. Not only could they, but they dedicated it to us (They had been the ones to print the matchbooks, so they knew who we were).

Dave Brubeck just died, a day short of 92. God rest him.

yes, I’m mad about Brubeck. I like your eyes; I like him too.

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