a letter to d anyone can read
i wrote this late last night but the lightning knocked me off line... so here goes:
i just got home from the storm at the beatnik. i do my radio show on sundays now. it poured and exploded thunder n lightning like crazy all of a sudden!! wild.
i payed elvis in memory of his death. my sister diane and i were driving ibnto san francisco and we heard 3 elvis songs, which you never did at the time on underground rock radio. we knew he was gone and we cried then and again the next day when we saw the window of 'chicken little' with a mannequin wearing a leather jacket, with a teddy bear next to it. thatwas just the beginning of all that corny elvis kitsch and impersonators and all, but when you hear him sing you realize, he really could.
a band made up three marines showed up and wanted to play so i let them, they were called my fat wallet which i told them i knoew wasnt from being marines, that only halliburton and people like that got fat wallets. they were really good progresive jazz ala mahavishnu/zappa and did one cover of a tom waits song, 'blue valentine'. i told them to look on the cover for the name , little quinnie. that's my sister, diane. also, i told them tom waits had blue paint in his fingernails the day they shot that album cover. also, about the time diane & i went to see him in berkeley and he did burma shave with a whole cool introduction about elvis stopping in at his gas station and showing him how to comb his hair.
today was wild too. i interviewed a guy on the phone who is facing six years in prison for protesting the war. see www.stpatricksfour.org. his name is danny burns. i wrote an article for the new freep about him.i'm going to do ongoing interviews with him called 'through these trials.'
sign up now! (again, diane, on my mind, as her friend betsy first told me about danny's trials...)
www.losangelesfreepress.com, for a newsletter, etc.
then i introduced elia to sage and monet. elia is moving to houston to get her masters in fine arts from university of houston, stopping off in crawford to say hi to cindy sheehan and the pother protetsres outside the vacationing asshole ranch. everybody liked eachother although sage slept thru it all.it was heavy and sad to see elia leave but we kept it al very light. we're one year since we split up. monet said" why did you guys split up? you have so many mannerisms in common, obviously very compatible, etc." monet is very kind and loving. debbie winski made the big entrance at monet's moms by running over the water spigot and causing a flood of water. it was a good tension breaker.
yesterday sage had his first outings, the produce market in the morning and arjuna's cd release/concert at water canyon last night. he slept thru both things, again, which i think was fine and he liked them both, too. he smiled serenely thru both outings, as well.
best thing was yesterday we were playing bob dylan and when 'mr tambourine man' was on, i told sage that was my favorite song in the world and he nodded. so i asked him if he liked it too and he nodded again and smiled a kind of crooked elvis smile. he kind of reminded me of fred but everyone says he looks like me.
-----------------------------------------------------------in love & gratitude, tq
i just got home from the storm at the beatnik. i do my radio show on sundays now. it poured and exploded thunder n lightning like crazy all of a sudden!! wild.
i payed elvis in memory of his death. my sister diane and i were driving ibnto san francisco and we heard 3 elvis songs, which you never did at the time on underground rock radio. we knew he was gone and we cried then and again the next day when we saw the window of 'chicken little' with a mannequin wearing a leather jacket, with a teddy bear next to it. thatwas just the beginning of all that corny elvis kitsch and impersonators and all, but when you hear him sing you realize, he really could.
a band made up three marines showed up and wanted to play so i let them, they were called my fat wallet which i told them i knoew wasnt from being marines, that only halliburton and people like that got fat wallets. they were really good progresive jazz ala mahavishnu/zappa and did one cover of a tom waits song, 'blue valentine'. i told them to look on the cover for the name , little quinnie. that's my sister, diane. also, i told them tom waits had blue paint in his fingernails the day they shot that album cover. also, about the time diane & i went to see him in berkeley and he did burma shave with a whole cool introduction about elvis stopping in at his gas station and showing him how to comb his hair.
today was wild too. i interviewed a guy on the phone who is facing six years in prison for protesting the war. see www.stpatricksfour.org. his name is danny burns. i wrote an article for the new freep about him.i'm going to do ongoing interviews with him called 'through these trials.'
sign up now! (again, diane, on my mind, as her friend betsy first told me about danny's trials...)
www.losangelesfreepress.com, for a newsletter, etc.
then i introduced elia to sage and monet. elia is moving to houston to get her masters in fine arts from university of houston, stopping off in crawford to say hi to cindy sheehan and the pother protetsres outside the vacationing asshole ranch. everybody liked eachother although sage slept thru it all.it was heavy and sad to see elia leave but we kept it al very light. we're one year since we split up. monet said" why did you guys split up? you have so many mannerisms in common, obviously very compatible, etc." monet is very kind and loving. debbie winski made the big entrance at monet's moms by running over the water spigot and causing a flood of water. it was a good tension breaker.
yesterday sage had his first outings, the produce market in the morning and arjuna's cd release/concert at water canyon last night. he slept thru both things, again, which i think was fine and he liked them both, too. he smiled serenely thru both outings, as well.
best thing was yesterday we were playing bob dylan and when 'mr tambourine man' was on, i told sage that was my favorite song in the world and he nodded. so i asked him if he liked it too and he nodded again and smiled a kind of crooked elvis smile. he kind of reminded me of fred but everyone says he looks like me.
-----------------------------------------------------------in love & gratitude, tq
