Clips

I have no business posting this right now. My Communicar arrives in seven hours. My flight leaves in nine. And yet, my bag remains unpacked, my load of fresh laundry remains in its duffel, and the only thing that’s made right now is my bed. I am ambivilent, for some reason, about the whole thing…

The Smith Family made me do it. Nah, I behaved. I mean, kinda’. No whiskey river. No car service. Home by, well, 1:30. My new rule is that when Scotty ‘Booty Call’ Cunningham leaves a gig, that’s my two minute warning. Two hours later, Heather (link! link! link!) and I were waiting for our respective…

“I used to go to a female masseuse exclusively, but nowadays, it’s always a Russian guy. Europeans aren’t all weird about the body. And those guys know how to use their hands.” “So you like ’em hairy.” “Yeah. So last time he says to me, ‘You need colonic.'” “I’m all about it. You gotta’ clean…

Once again, a Smith Family performance finds me in the back seat of a car service from Brooklyn listening to Willie Nelson in the small hours of morning. Once again, the morning after (the morning of?) finds me waking from three hours of sleep still in my jeans, rolling a headache out of the base…

I woke up this morning with an itch. I noticed it first on my chin. Then the inside of my left elbow. Then my left ring finger. There were little red bumps. Something was amiss. I dressed as if to run, but my apartment was a mess. There was an unpacked bag in the corner.…

The making of a great playlist is hard to do. You gotta’ kick it off with a killer. Then you take it up a notch, but you don’t wanna blow it, so you cool it off a bit. There are a lot of rules. Anyway, I’ve started to make one. It’s stuff that makes me…