Once again today finds me working like a bloody cart horse and then working some more. (Damn but I’ll be glad when this current push to the end is over, but then I’ll be wondering how come I don’t have any fucking money, or at least as much as I thought I would.) In the meantime there is some stuff to read. I have a new column on LA CityBeat on political sex scandals and there’s a reprint posted on Yahoo News of an interview I did for the NME way back in 1977 with Fats Domino that they ran to celebrate Fats’ 80th birthday. Come to think of it, I’d really like to do a book that’s a collection of my old rock writing. If anyone has any ideas, leave a comment.
The secret word is Weary
The secret word is Weary