blassty from the passty

Beega thanks to Pinky Edwards for unearthing this photo of ACC.

shop around

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

watch where you're pointing that thing

 Still no tour or shows or anything...2busy coming to a standstill..

tangled up in new

Hi. Wore my new adidas to a houseboat-fire safety demo to learn how to operate the pumps kept in the new disasster preparedness trailer.  What i learned is...i need new hands. I could barely budge some of the knobs and levers and handles and i was certain that the handle for the fire hose on our dock was rusted stuck until this really cute guy reached over and turned it on effortlessly.

window of opportuna

On Facebook today saw a post about someone eating a can of tuna in the movie theater.
No tour or shows or anything...2busy calling Child Protection Services.

paint it, uh, black

In Bloomington there was a thrift shop called the Opportunity Shop. We called it "the Opp Shop".
And speaking of things Bloomington, Bruce Anderson will be onboard today to work on new MX project. Of course ACC will be performing her usual band duties. Hey! I'm on the list!

i thought u said there'd be a rolls royce

Still on a bit of a Michael Caine kick and watched Gambit the other night. Shirley MacLaine is so cute in it. All her foxy outfits and hair-dooz and make-up made me lonely for Shirley's stunt-double, Heater. Still no tour or shows or anything...2busy looking for missing kielbasa.

driller killer

Mens love their, ahem, tools, and R is very proud of his new stand-up drill. Upon any mention of the word "drill", A&R cant help but think of this stellar quote by Luther Blue: "Drill it, fill it, smell it and sell it."
No tour or shows or anything...2busy avoiding everything except this. What a total babe she is/was.

like i was saying yesterday about certain general

Listen to Sign of Love. Just beautifuk.  Singer/song/gtr/chords. Swoon. Cry. Sigh. High.

yellow beets and certain generals

Where have i been all my life? Or at least since the 80s... how did i not know about Certain General until today? What a sound.  

my way or the highway

Click for seaside slideshow. Still no tour or shows or anything...2busy getting out on the highway.

picture for pinky edwards

Click the pic please to see these trippy posies up close.
And speaking of pink, according to Jim Hightower 97% of Jockey's political contributions go to the Republican Partay. I'm lookin' for a new thong, baby, a new thong.

just call me porthole, in the morning

Rode bikes to the restaurant at Cavallo Point, sat outdoors on the long porch and waited for the cornmeal pancakes to arrive.  It is so beautifuk there.  I asked BFF Rich "Are we really here?"
"I dont know," he said.

my ass isnt grass but this grass is

On a Michael Caine kick this week, listening to him read his book,The Elephant to Hollywood, and watching Alfie. Not simultaneously. And speaking of elephants.
Still no tour or shows or anything...2busy signing messages;I'm broken inside.

and my mind is taking photographs of every little thing

I'm hitting the like button on this picture or where the like button would be if blogger had a like button.

the praise blame trip (for stephen gaskin) by kevin teare

stairway to kevin

Hi.  This stairway brings to mind early paintings by Kevin Teare, the big ones that featured horizontal lines like the top row here. I loved those paintings.  Wow all of a sudden i'm smelling paint. Weird.
Still no tour or shows or anything...2busy growing longer arms.

monkey man

Me and my co-monkey RWS in the lobby of the SFJCC where we attended a lecture by Frans de Waal. Frans has quite a placid exterior that complements his massively intelligent, thoughtful, not to mention funny, interior.
We met our friend Linda there.  She looked great, wearing a new purple hoodie.
Hey, how 'bout that U.S. Senate, eh?

out 'n about or as lindsay hutton would say "oot 'n aboot"

 I like my bike.  Wanted to say "love" but decided to rhyme instead.

a woman's right to chew

Ate more than my fair share of the olive bread at a dinner party in Berkeley.