you and dad had some very strange albums when we were kids. i listened to them all of course. not only ‘whipped cream and other delights’, but some really weird shit, the new christy minstrel singers i think…but you had johnny cash too. and neil young’s after the gold rush.
and the beatles white album, which of course was the one manson tripped out on, and you wanted to throw it away, we must have been in buffalo i think. cause of the manson thing. and i was totally appalled, ‘don’t you DARE’ i said.
you had taj mahal too, which still impresses me to this day.
i f’n love that guy. i went to a record store appearance he made in KC, you must have taken me there. and i got to shake his hand, and it was SO HUGE it just swallowed mine, and he was tickled this little white boy was gushing all over him, good times, good times. i have seen him play like three times at least..including front row at a show in seattle. *sigh*
well yesterday was the memorial for james at the comet tavern in seattle, where stef’s memorial was in 1992, video on my page, they played ac/dc it’s a long way to the top if you want to rock and roll, complete with bagpipes, totally epic!
i was happy cause i got my 27 photos of james, that turns out to be how many i have digitized so far, to gretta harley in time for them to use them for the slide show, i got a little choked up…
i also become a real, honest to goodness, ordained minister of the church of dudeism. i can now marry people. for real. cool, huh?
it’s like, legal and everything. cracks me the fuck up lol
letter to my mother on May Day
The Perfect Machine 
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