Greetings from Laurel Canyon!
So future boy where are you from my time machine crashed over yonder / Syphillis is a bitch but contracting HIV is much worse. / Why are you pushing info into me, / I have no need for it, I’m from the stars. / I thought you’d like to know the scoop / I’m taking babies back with me, yeah. / I’m taking them back home / so they can see there’s a much better place.
I’ve got a sister with an open mind and my friends are all junkies / But there still my friends, as long as they don’t use monkeys, / We enjoy the heat of stolen days in the summer of ’93. / Well the future boy said I’ve got friends but you know sometimes / it all depends on how tall they are against yourself. / I am the future boy / My friends have all gone…
Okay, this week I needed to calm my soul. I mean this Coronavirus news is unbuttoning nerves.
Meanwhile, warmer winds swirled in the canyon blowing up tons of pollen. The results are dry throats and itchy eyes. Ugh! God get us through this one! In the meantime I stacked a few classic sides to calm the nerves.
By the way, tomorrow is leap day. Let’s make sure the day doesn’t leap away. Celebrate a leap day birthday—and do keep washing your hands.
The Idelic Single of the Week: Blood Cultures – Broadcasting
It’s not all bad.
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