Yes my friends, no matter how far my boot heels do go wandering, the fabulous sixties seem never quite to go away. Bob Dylan is arrested in New Jersey by an idiot rookie cop for looking like a weird old bum, and Lynette Squeaky Fromme of Manson Family fame is released from jail just days after the fortieth anniversary of the Sharon Tate slaying. Meanwhile, back in the 21st century, the weather forecast on my computer claims LA will have 80 degree temperatures tomorrow and “smoke.” (As I live and hardly breathe.) I can only presume the smoke will have drifted south from the masive Lockheed wildfires in the Santa Cruz mountains. Meanwhile, in England, a penguin gets a wetsuit. Right now I’m at a loss to comment except that it’s just one more weekend and even William Gibson couldn’t have made this shit up. What can a poor boy do?
Click here for the Bob story.
Click here for the Squeaky story
Click here for the Penguin story
And click here for Bob doing a very strange, big shoulders, and maybe Christian version of “I Shall Be Released.”
(Big thanx to Wendy and Valerie.)
The secret word is Choke
Click here for the Bob story.
Click here for the Squeaky story
Click here for the Penguin story
And click here for Bob doing a very strange, big shoulders, and maybe Christian version of “I Shall Be Released.”
(Big thanx to Wendy and Valerie.)
The secret word is Choke