Through Six Reigns

(A successor to the Gitane Non-Blonde?)

♠ More on those Basquiat kicks. I still say that they stradle the line between awesome and abominable. I cannot, however, say that these particular shots of 'em are exactly focused.

♣ I don't know if you guys ever got hip to James Ellroy. If you did, then perhaps you would be interested in reading an interview with a quasi-legendary accordian player. But, you know, if not, I highly recommend you go and get hip.

♥ Holy shit. And Dame Dash was there? (Don't pretend you don't love rap beefs. Especially those not involving 50. Because no one believes you.)

♦ My dad came into town today and we had a great time. I am now fat & happy. It didn't seem like we did anything all day, but really we got some shit done. First things first, there is now a new recording of "The Real Bo Fahs" as produced by The Devil Himself of a classic talking blues jawn. (it is not quite yet on the way, Shamanzo. Tomorrow - today - is Sunday. But soon man soon.) And then I somehow got the new album from that band I sometimes suspect that I am the only fan of. But maybe in what will prove most important, we were having a talk and telling old stories and the DadMan managed to inadvertently breathe New Life into an Old Project. And so not it's on. I just with I had a legal pad right now.

(Let the RaiChile comment baiting begin!)