Month: September 2013

Track 11

Moon and I are headed to Walla Walla this weekend.  We both spent a few (trans)formative years there respectively, and just outside of town met for the first time. I haven’t been back in 10-12 years I think, maybe not this millennium.
Way back when/then–> Diddy was Puff, a smart-phone wasn’t, and I myself was just learning who these guys Buddha and Coltrane were, not really yet knowing about prostates or how to run a rice-cooker. I fondly recall the horizons out there, much lower & more trustworthy than I’m used to. I can still smell Pangea black coffee. I remember the music shop Hot Poop.  It’s a long drive. There are mountains in the way.  I’m expecting to see some significant differences, I hear it’s wine country now. I trust the wide sky and golden hills will still be there, but I’m not sure about Hot Poop.

You or Me Walla Walla?    I wonder who’s changed more since we saw each other last.

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Track 10

I still make mix tapes. The mixes don’t come/go as often anymore and have crossed over into digital format (as these things do) but I still make them. I get overly excited for the Olympic torch and anagrams. Last year you could find me listening to Sklarbro Coutry, now I listen to Maron. There’s a lot of artisan pizza pie out there, but I just want Pizza Pipeline. I can go week long stretches just listening to country. I glanced through a People magazine yesterday. I choose the worst line at the border. Some days I don’t feel like playing. I dig sarsaparilla and old matchbooks from places I’ve never been. I’ve tried but never quite got The Kids in the Hall. Some times I lose my fo-cus, sometimes I’m superfocused. I miss The Far Side and the Sonics. I’ve got tee shirts and pictures I can’t get rid of.
I have been the last to know. I started reading Papillon, but never finished it.

Track 8

Whenever I visit the bay area, I gain weight, brain & soul matter.   A listing of our most recent visit:

-saw a friend
-MUNI
-dim sum
-dim sum playdate
-circus sideshow
-pasoli
-transport to Barcelona via story
-ran the park
-bee hivin’ -model trainin’ – rock wallin’
-El Toro burrito*
-burned in Dolores Park
-heard a theory
-ice cream
-hidden steps tour
-bellied up to bar wt an eight-month old
-Marnee Thai
-late night college football
-farmer’s market
-foggy bridge
-Withrow BBQ laughing with/at each other
-kid gazing, picture taking
-Arizmendi
-got some good advice
-a breath at Ocean Beach
-gazpacho
-BDAY(S)
-Tapas Fest—>oh the meatballs
-not my Red Bull in not my Hat
-“free rosemary, lavender”

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