I heard you do your Rolling Stones tribute tonite. Had not been very Thursday-conscious in a while. My father died in August, 2015 and my mama has severe Alzheimer’s so I’ve been a bit depressed for a spell, that’s how I roll.
I posted something cheap and easy on my Plastic Alto blog just now while my new wife (!) Terry and new dog Duffy snooze on couch, about British soccer player Raheem Sterling, his controversial gun tattoo and the old Marty Robbins song, which set mevto sussing Bill and Bonnie Hearne he covers it, I saw and greeted, at La Fonda, NM, in 2011 and as a couple I booked them in 1997 to San Jose Cafe T aka Cafe Trompe L’Oiel (ironically enough) on Bascom same place same series Noe Venable played, only to learn that she had left the building. Such a dear. I recall some banter about how she could smell the flowers they were about to sing about.
So, overall, good.
Keep on rockin in the free world. Yesterday I tried to describe Mavis Staples to someone.
Dba Earthwise 25 years.
edit to add
i had the pleasure of describing Rupa Marya to a Mumbai transplant who is an engineer civil and MBA from Oregon State and husband and father of two but now unpredictably we were trying to trade my father’s gently used Lexus hybrid for a glittery gray Toyota Avalon to no avail although sounds like a story and it kinda sorta fits especially since Poppa sold Chevy for 40 years and Pop Pop who I never met but I’d my namesake sold cars from 1917 to December, 1963. This is lively Rupa, a near client in 2007: