"My son Peter has always loved to play hide and seek. In fact,
he loves it so much that he will wake me up in the middle of the
night to play. The only problem is that Peter has been dead for
eight years. This website documents the hell I've lived and
continue to live every night."
This morning, while listening to WFUV like the pseudo intellectual bobo that I am, I heard for the first time this young lady-- Leona Naess . The song was, "Calling", and I so dug her sound that I wrote her name on the palm of my hand so that I wouldn't forget to look her up when I got to work. I'm sure you're all rolling your eyes thinking, "That Edie Brickell throwback?" Or simply, "Who?" Either way, I propose that in this era of tired, male fantasy, lesbo erotica passing for pop music, we give this chicken a chance. She has a really neato website where you can listen to her entire new album and she's coming to town for two dates next month on the 8th and 9th. Let's show her some love and by that I don't mean chasing her around a nightclub with a walking stick.
Statement of Audience
I realize that nothing I say matters to anyone else on the entire planet. My opinions are useless and unfocused. I am an expert in nothing. I know nothing. I am confused about almost everything. I cannot, as an individual, ever possibly know everything, or even enough to make editorial commentary on the vast vast majority of things that exist in my world. This is a stupid document; it is meaningless drivel that I do not expect any of the several billion people on my planet to actually read. People who do read my rambling, incoherent dumbfuckery are probably just as confused as I am, if not moreso, as they are looking to my sorry ass for an opinion when they should be outside playing Frisbee with their dog or screwing their life partner or getting a dog or getting a life partner. Anyone who actually takes the time to read my bullshit probably deserves to ingest my fucked up and obviously mistaken opinions on whatever it is that I have written about.
On this day in 1886, the Statue of Liberty was dedicated to the people of America. At the dedication ceremony, President Grover Cleveland said, "We will not forget that Liberty has here made her home; nor shall her chosen altar be neglected."
California's being eaten alive by fires. Do you think it's the end of the world? God's wrath for electing a bad actor with a steroid weenie to the office of governor? I'm so bored, I am totally ready for the apocalypse. Perhaps the four horseman will win several Halloween costume contests while making their rounds. I will be here sipping martinis and waiting for them to go bicoastal.
This used to list Speed Levitch's phone number, but it doesn't work anymore. Now all I have for you is an old quote from his answering machine, which is pure poetry. "I am lack of coordination being utilized. I am dysfunction gazing into the eyes of function. I am quieted, odd, menaced awkwardness dying at the altar of suave. They call me Levitch. Leave me a message."