mx80 is the healing force of the universe

What could be more healing than to have your hair stand on end while listening to the bonus tracks that r part of the recent MX80 re-issue?  All tracks are live!  Holy Batman their instrumental version of PAINT IT BLACK  feels kind of like when one of those crazy evangelists smacks u on the forehead and yells "Heal!"
Sorry not to post it here but will as soon as tech support returns.
Honk if u love u some snarling surly guitar playing.  Dale's bass playing is monstrous, musical, totally unique and personal.  And Rich's organ is buried deep inside.  Ahem.  Back then he had a v.cool Farfisa and there r some great pix of him playing it onstage at the Monroe County Library, wearing gray corduroy flares.  I come across these shots all the time when im not looking 4 them but am failing 2day to find them.
The bonus tracks' title is "Bigger Hits."  Funny.
Hope Steve Albini likes it. Hope Howard Thompson likes it! Here he is on a visit to Bloomington right about the time he signed MX to Island Records.
OK, time to practice walking.  Thanks again readers 4 kind words and getwell wishes.

get well angel

Thank u everybody for all the get-well wishes. This one was sent from my favorite FB friend.  He's the best.
Got a good check-up at the doctor's office 2day;here's my new ride for the next coupla weeks.  Finally! A perfectly good reason for not touring.

raging hull

Day #8 in bed since my bike accident. Another week to go b4 the cast comes off and the stitches are removed.
It appears as tho the accident has squeezed my inner rage up to the foreground, kinda like when u squeeze a tube of toofpaste and if u keep squeezing, it just, well, u know.  For such a little lady, i sure got a lotta hate inside me. But then again, there's so much to hate.  *Note: this dumb-ass is not the dumb-ass who hit me*
I am fortunate that i have such a nice place to recuperate and i dont take that 4granted.  It's not every day that one is in bed and a duck swims by one's window.  Hi quackers!

whatcha gonna do when they come 4u

An officer of the Sausalito Police Dept came to the boat yesterday to take down my accident report. It was upsetting to go over all the gruesome details.  
Today, resting and looking out my bedroom window at the verdant hills, i felt elated that ima still here...the sky so blue, the breeze so fresh.

look at that stupid girl

Hello. Post-bike accident dr. appointment went well yesterday except for mini-breakdown i suffered in the parking lot.  I was trying to get out of the car (as opposed to actually getting out of the car) which is kind of tricky when the left leg is in a cast and the right leg cant take much weight.Because of the injuries that result from being struck head-on by an over-sized jacked-up-vehicle, my movements r slow and it takes me awhile to get from one position to another.  So i'm struggling to get out and this dumb-ass blonde girl holding a big water bottle walks over, looks down at me and in the most condescending tone of voice says, "Well bless your heart."  Jesus!  I wanted to punch her in the stomach.  I wanted to grab that full water bottle and smack her in the face with it.  I wanted to strangle her with her long blonde curly hair. No offer of assistance or anything, she had walked over only to make that remark.  R said something to her that if she had had even half of a brain, she would have sensed that he was insulting her, but no. She just ever-so cluelessly and cheerfully walked away in the California sunshine.

elderly my ass

Hi everybody. Sorry 2 report that your pal ACC is the subject of this article. It happened yesterday.  I was doing ok this morning until i started to read the article and i admit i got a little queasy and so held off reading it for a little while.
Not to worry tho because all things considered, yesterday was probably the luckiest day of my life. (Well, that and the day i met author R Stim.)
Dear readers, how i wanted to get up off the pavement and kick the driver's ass. As the Streets would say I had  "all the anger pent up inside me."   In my mind i saw myself knocking him down.
He kept blubbering "I'm sorry i'm so sorry." I yelled at him to shut the fuck up and dial 911.
So, in bed with injured leg elevated, waiting for tomorrow's ortho appt.
And dont anybody ever call me elderly again. Ever.

shop around

Nice ass, er, i mean app.
Still no tour or shows or anything...2busy practicing safe sext.