YOU DON’T LIVE IN ALBUQUERQUE?
For the music. It is an amazing place for other reasons, great natural beauty. But this week’s rather sparse “recommended” list would make
I DON’T UNDERSTAND
This dreaded mystery which unfolds on its own hidden schedule. So much is not visible, graspable, explainable. When it doesn’t seem to be affecting your
HESITATION BLUES
I sure wish I had my original Grunt Records promotional Hot Tuna t-shirt. Great shirt from a great band. It was this odd shade of orange with a
REST UP FOR SUNDAY
It’s Labor Day weekend (when no one labors), the last gasp of summer! By the calendar, maybe, but here in the land of endless summer,
FORGET THE ALAMO
Remember the Bird.
I know, there was Lime squeezing in too, and a couple of others tried to scoot in later.
But Bird is the word. Don’
RANDY NEWMAN, YOU SLIMY LITTLE CRIMINAL
Last Thursday I wrote nice things about you. I take it all back.
In doing a little research I found out that crummy little
POLITICAL SCHOLARS AGREE
That the tenor of a government, the spirit, always comes from the top. It doesn’t have to be direct or even overtly stated. Underlings understand what
Y’ALL ARE MISSING GOOD STUFF
At the Ruskin, the Ruskin Group Theatre at the airport. All you folks who just want to stay comfy right here in Santa Monica,
ONE FRIDAY
We had the possibility of three or four good alternative candidates for City Council, and by a week later, last Friday, they all disappeared into thin air.
Even
A MONTH AGO
(Too early! some said) I started writing in earnest about the upcoming election in November for City Council seats. Meaning, since there was no Earnest currently on
