Greetings from Laurel Canyon!
Tonight the city is full of morgues / And all the toilets are overflowing / There’s shopping malls coming out of the walls / As we walk out among the manure
That’s why / I pay no mind / I pay no mind / I pay no mind
Give the finger to the rock ‘n’ roll singer / As he’s dancing upon your paycheck / The sales climb high through the garbage-pail sky / Like a giant dildo crushing the sun
That’s why / I pay no mind / Sleep in slime / I just got signed
So get out your lead-pipe pipe dreams / Get out your ten-foot flags / The insects are huge and the poison’s all been used / And the drugs won’t kill your day job honey
That’s why / I pay no mind
Happy Friday to ya. If I was an ostrich I’d surely have my head in the sand. Instead I’m gonna hide behind a stack of mostly old records. As I fumble through a few “crates,” I’m only paying half of mind. My other thoughts dash from late summer childhood memories growing up in NYC and a future that might resemble HBO’s new series Lovecraft Country.
It was hard to watch the series of events unfolding on TV and Instagram this week. The looming question: Do these people out number us?
I’d rather daydream about driving thru 1970s Harlem on a hot summer night. The ghetto nocturne, fire hydrants spilling on streets sweaty and baked.
Here’s some music to soothe the weekend.
Stay safe, connected, compassionate—and vote no matter what.
The Idelic Single of the Week: Radio Fantasy – Valentine Queen of Vocal
