Greetings from Laurel Canyon!
I beg your pardon / I never promised you a rose garden / Along with the sunshine / There’s gotta be a little rain sometime / When you take you gotta give so live and let live or let go / Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa / I beg your pardon / I never promised you a rose garden
I beg your pardon. I believe it’s spring! It’s sunny out, but this morning was cold as fuck. Speaking for southern Californians, “we’ve had enough.” Spare us the fools and bring back our sunshine. After all it’s April fools—a little spare change and sunshine…be nice.
Last night I dragged Susan out on a frigid evening to attend the LA opening of King Pleasure, an art show/ experience of the work and life of the late Jean-Michel Basquiat. I’m grateful to have known Jean. Over the years, I’ve always had mixed feelings about “poor Jean,” and often used the “saga of Jean-Michel” as a reference to give artists advice.