Greetings from Laurel Canyon!
My makeup is dry and it cracks round my chin / I’m drowning my sorrows in whiskey and gin / The lion-tamer’s whip doesn’t crack anymore / The lions they won’t fight and the tigers won’t roar
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la / So let’s all drink to the death of a clown / Won’t someone help me to break up this crown? / Let’s all drink to the death of a clown / La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la / Let’s all drink to the death of a clown
Was baseball season supposed to start this week? I believe the long-term effects of the quarantine are starting to creep into daily life. I guess I’d describe it as one of those roller coasters for toddlers—a long line to get on and short shallow hills and drops, like the one I believe they have at the Santa Monica pier.
Some days we’re melancholy. Yesterday was better. I watched the entire first round of the NFL draft only to realize our LA Rams were without a pick. At least it was live… well, not really because I tivo’d it. My wife kept asking me, “Are you awake? Can we watch something else?” and I kept insisting I was enjoying it because it was live even though I was watching a recording…
Somehow the NFL was claiming it’s an essential aspect of getting back to daily life. Last I checked this was a gladiator sport we banned our kids from playing? No matter, I’m gonna watch the second round today!
Oh yeah, and it was earth day a couple of days ago. Earth, what a fucking planet. Well, its beauty, warmth, and music are filling my soul today. If that and day #2 of the NFL draft are as good as it’s gonna get….I’ll take it.
Stay safe.
xo
The Idelic Single of the Week: Baxter Dury – I’m Not Your Dog
Warm summer like day in the canyon.
