i brake for pizza

Rode bikes downtown (hi Whimsy!) and shared a squash blossoms and burrata pie.  I love September and October in Cali,  it's all about the light.  Well, that and the pizza.

it's her eyes that fill with water

down on your heels up on your toes

Hey! Just now being able to wear regular shoes im excited let's hear it 4me. It's been a long 16 months but i are back.  Everybody dance now!

trash Part 2

And speaking of trash, still no tour or shows or anything...2busy listening to another high-falutin' autobiography.

stick out your can

Wha? No trash allowed in the trash can?
Anyway, still no tour or shows or anything...2busy entertaining the troops.

home run!

Yay! Let's hear it for another Frankie Jackson mystery!

sally cant dance/that's what gifs r4

Bike, coffee.
Still no tour or shows or anything...2busy questioning reality.

it's that time of the year again

...for The Folsom Street fair.
The ACC band used to play all the freaky 'Frisco fairs and clubs.  There's a hazy memory of, what was it?  One of the other 'acts' on the same bill as ACC?  Something about somebody all trussed up in leather hitting a golf ball off somebody else's bare ass that was sticking up in the air.  Brother Lindsay over at NBT was present at that gig and he handled, shall we say all the 'oddities', like a true champ.
Still no tour or shows or anything...2busy airing things out.

up in lights

Still no tour or shows or anything..2busy kvelling.
Zi ga zink ya'll.

and there's a door up ahead, not a wall

Still no tour or shows or anything...2busy minding the gap.

home/roam

Offering this memoir recommendation, but still no tour or shows or anything...2busy feeling deeply insignificant.

happy birthday mister nancy

Everybody's favorite butterball sexpot.

it tickle me down to my toes

So I'm riding along on my bike, wearing flipflops, and a guy rides up to me and says "Can i ask u a question?" My first impulse would be to say "fuck no" but i was trying to be polite, like maybe he was a tourist or lost or something so i sort of nodded yes.
Him: "May i compliment u on your feet?"
Me: "No, u dont really need to do that."
Him: "It's not about me, it's about u and your feet."
Oh jeesus the shit-heads i have to put up with i thought,  and rode away. THEN, the next day the same fool sees me on my bike, i'm wearing flipflops, he rides up next to me and starts mumbling "Excuse me, Miss. Um, excuse me please." I didnt acknowledge him at all but he kept at it and finally he says to himself, "Huh, i guess she must be hard of hearing."
I love this view of T.J. Nelsen's Marine Services out my window.

under the wheels of a car on canal street

And speaking of getting hooked, Kevin Teare is showing his gorgeous, colorful paintings at the Quogue Library this weekend (scroll down to REEL TO REEL).
In the 70s when Kevin was living on Canal and West Broadway in NYC he led me around to all the cool galleries in Soho. Fun! I think we saw Joseph Beuys in a cage. Did we? Some trippy Lamont Young thing, alot of Dan Flavins, a real hot&happening scene. It was still kind of rough, not fancy at all, like, u had to jump down to get out of the building because there werent always stairs;the entrances were more for truck-loading and unloading.
Still no tour or shows or anything...2busy wondering "is tonite the night i see your fuzzy wuzzy?"

the bluebird of happiness' (feather) is in my own back yard no wait that's a seagull feather

And speaking of seagulls, one wakes me up every morning around 6:30,  like a little red rooster.  It's a nice way to wake up.
And speaking of little red roosters, i was watching this link and a message popped up: "Does Keith Richards Play Banjo?"  What?
Still no tour or shows or anything...2busy hyphenating.