Greetings from Laurel Canyon!
It’s late, very late, and Mercury’s retrograde is strong. Everything is breaking down up here in the Canyon. We’ve got broken coffee cups galore, a broken washing machine, broken stereos, a slow computer, leaky rooftops, and a car that won’t fucking start!
Down the street, I hear “the dudes,” old and young, swearing “fuck it.” The smell of the Irish Whiskey they’re swigging and the grass they’re puffing permeates the air. It’s starting to rain. Time to get ready for another California winter.
It’s not so bad—so, celebrate and party through the night with a playlist of “All the Dudes,” young and old. Gather around, and let’s get on with it.
The Idelic Hit of the Week:
Murder By Death – I Came Around
