today i wrote five record reviews for the fort worth weekly, walked/ran from my house to my buddy's house on the other side of camp bowie from uncle julio's to the weekly office and back to mi casa, dumped greywater and compost, got the a/c serviced, did laundry, and had HIO drinkie-talkie at the bull & bush. tomorrow i'll work, then (if ceiling cat is merciful) do the interview that didn't happen a couple of weeks ago, probably sleep half the day, and wake up in time to meet the service tech who's hopefully going to be able to stop our fridge from leaking. yeah!
happy berfday whonose. sixty-five years young today. glad you didn't get what you said you wanted when you were 19.
I'm writing an autobiography in record reviews. I blog at
I've written about music for publications (hard copy and online)
including the New York Observer, Dallas Observer, Fort Worth Weekly, I-94 Bar, First Church of Holy Rock and
Roll, Polish Jazz (Poland), Shindig (UK), Funhouse (Italy), and The Big Takeover.