Finally broke down and got the best phone in the best wireless in the best Apple Music distribution but the dumb fucks just played me something bad bad name hot in an album called staring compared to me trying to find the stew song for the Negro problem the one that goes Lala Lala Lala Lala Lala Lala which I saying over the phone from my friend Laura Thomas, play booking

In Austin Texas and if you’re reading this draft of this post the worlds problems are compounded by my lack of discipline in using the dictation feature and when I say discipline I think of Mr. Venus in Berlin in passing strange and I really wanted to produce a derivative work of passing strange wear a band workshops lies in front of an audience And perhaps culminating at Courthouse Square in Redwood City Lord willing and the creek don’t rise I’ll go today I’m all about baseball Eastbay style although I’m drinking Yemeni coffee which is not the same as yummy coffee at Terra Mia for math which looks like a mark to Subaru come to life and hipsters running around in a marked the Subaru in the way that pack king strange Stu says there’s a bunch of actors running around in his song

This guy. Mark DiSuvero. Terra Mia Coffee on Broadway near the Paramount in Oakland. My server was from Eritrea. They had Dave Egger

edit to add, the next day, back in Palo Alto, after almost getting a cap in my ass in a black neighborhood by ghetto people in the 510:

so this is karma since Stew and his buddy — yes, it was also a buddy movie and that guy, like me years later, got left on the cutting room floor — went to Berlin and Amsterdam but NOT apparently Stockholm, there is a band in Sweden playing very good blues rock guitar riffs called Stew so Apple music bit the snake me beguiled like:

RIYL Drain STH and if you know what that means you are a loser baby so wdykm?