Greetings from Laurel Canyon!
He’s a drug store truck drivin’ man / He’s the head of the Ku Klux Klan / When summer rolls around / He’ll be lucky if he’s not in town
Well, he’s got him a house on the hill / He plays country records till you’ve had your fill / He’s a fireman’s friend he’s an all night DJ / But he sure does think different from the records he plays
Last weekend my son and I took a road trip. It was our second such trip in the pandemic. Both were for “kids baseball,” what I like to affectionately refer to as the “baseball bullshit.” Let’s just assume a small group of 12 year old boys and their significant parents felt the dire calling to drive deep into the desert to play baseball.
The epic insanity, nonsense and tribalism resembled a kind of modern Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome. How could the Sidel dudes miss out on that? I will spare you of the “play by play,” but my observation is that while our, “Idelic culture” and progressive ideals have been snuggled away in our cozy canyon pads, the rest of the country has been on the road, driving their “loaded” pick-up trucks across the wasteland.
America wasted, certified lunacy? Or, call me high? Maybe so? I got my second Covid shot. Not sure what they put in that fucker but both made me pretty loopy. I’m praying for all that these drugs work.
So, why not a playlist of drug songs? Drive safe and stick to moneyball.
Idelic Single of the Week: mazie – sippy cup
