face in the crowd

And speaking of faces in crowds, this just in.    
Getting excited about next ACC covers project.  Hint: initials T.P. (Toilet paper? -Ed.)
No tour or shows or anything...2busy recording yet another X-TAL song. Sorry 2 disappoint but my accordion may have to sit this one out.

attack of the giant larkspur

Or is it lupine? How do u tell which is which? Well dont ask me u son of a bitch. Remember that lyric? From I Walk Among Them by MX80.   NOW you're awake, eh?

3pink

reflections of

blurry/not blurry

Nothing about Mother's Day here. Well, one thing: "Mother's half a word." Someone said that to me when i was quite young, i didnt get it for years. I was so square as a kid. And a tattletale. What a wicked combination. I shoulda been a cop.

i'm no paul dodd

Paul Dodd takes perfect pictures, with just the right amounts of foreground and background.  To see his pics in their complete format, go here and click his images.
When i'm out with my camera i try to imitate that foreground/background thing but never get it quite right.
This is a huge dog.
No tour or shows or anything...2 busy wishing i hadnt gone to that 2girls1cup site.

click the pic please

           

ggb 5/12

here's where i turn left

i dont know...just where i'm going

Gots me a brand new main man, stormchaser Howie Bluestein. He spends alot of time on the road, hoping for a storm to turn into a tornado. He's tracking the storm with all this tech gear, but even so, sometimes he ends up driving around somewhat aimlessly.
So what's he doing here at NON TOUR DIARY? Because while he's driving around looking for tornadoes, he does a feeble and totally endearing Lou Reed impression, reciting (u cant really call it "singing") these lyrics:

        "I dont know
         Just where I'm going
         But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if i can
        'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man"

 Gosh, I coulda cried with both my eyes.  I love u Howie Bluestein.

r.i.p. vidal sassoon

ACC sported one of the first Sassoon cuts done stateside. After the cut I went around the corner to a Paraphernalia shop and bought a paper dress. As i was trying it on in the dressing room a photographer laid down on the floor on his back and held his camera underneath the half-door to take some shots of me. Hey, it was the 60s, it didnt seem like a big deal at all, it was kinda cool. Here's a paper dress for Pinky.
U did good, Vidal.

Song of the Six Pack by acc and rws

Surprise for Neo. Thanks for writing such a fun song, Neo!

she loves dogs

gaultier at the de young

There is so much one could say about the Gaultier exhibit but i wouldnt even know where 2 begin. The hi-tech execution of the concept is pretty much mind-blowing. If u r thinking of going, please dont read or look at anything online ahead of time, just go and be surprised and delighted. Mega-surprised and hugely delighted.
The show has different aspects/layers, for instance u can sit down and watch a Catherine Deneuve movie on a screen almost as big as in a movie theater. (Gaultier did her clothing).
Usually these fashion exhibits r attended by mostly women and gay men. This one had an audience of everyone--gay/straight, men/women, old/young. And every single person was interested and engaged. Fact is, u dont really have to be interested in fashion at all to enjoy the show. I hope u get to go. It's a whole 'nother world.

:-(

crackdown smackdown

Now we're getting somewhere?

parlor or pyre?

Listening to Al Green sing Light My Fire today, i thought sure i heard him say "and our love become a funeral parlor" rather than "funeral pyre". I liked the surprise of hearing "parlor," it really caught me off guard. With vinyl u could lift up the needle and play the section over and over until you were certain that you were hearing things correctly. No can do with iTunes.

righteous path

well hung

I'm not going on the road but a photo i took is. Here it is, on its way to a gallery, leaning against a painting (also in the show) by Stuart Sutcliffe. The show is titled Open for the Stones Vol. 2;the curator correlates my photo to this.
Deets2follow.

on the corner

Anza Street at 46th Avenue, my former 'hood.
Time saving tip: Dont read the Wrecking Crew book by Kent Hartman. Sorry 2 say how smelly it is. Here's an example: "A couple of months after Glen Campbell and his uncle Boo made their exhilarating getaway in search of musical fame and fortune across the far reaches of the Continental divide..." Cmon now, that just stinks. And that's just one half of one sentence. Instead, check out HAL BLAINE & THE WRECKING CREW by Hal hisself. Once u start reading, u wont want to stop.
No tour or shows or anything...2busy peeling oranges.
(For more on orange peeling, click here.)