there are

so many ways

to describe

the darkness

that after

considering it

for a while

exploring all

of its jeweled facets

it becomes

part of you.

I just realized the same day I bought There’s a Riot Goin’ On, I bought Superfly and a replacement copy of Hot Buttered Soul.

They cost me $40.

I hesitate to tell you how long ago that was and wonder what near mint copies of them would set me back now.

Totally making chipotle beef tostadas tomorrow.

Every summer, I play There’s a Riot Goin’ On and Hot Buttered Soul at least once because it wouldn’t be summer without them.

Okay, I also try to play Aja and Deliver the Word during this humid season.

And now, I think I am adding Embrya to my list of summer faes. 

Remind me to do a proper list for you  sometime. 

Anyway, totally playing Riot and Hot Buttered tonight.

Tuesday is Geddy Lee’s birthday and it’s not even a national holiday.

Well, I now know how cryptic crosswords work.

And I know I am not witty or British enough to quite do them.

But we’ll work on it.

Want another example of how times have changed since the early days of the Stones?

The following passage - since scrubbed -  is reproduced exactly below from the the liner notes for the band’s Now! LP, which were written by Andrew Loog Oldham:

(This is THE STONES new disc within. Cast deep in your pockets for loot to buy this disc of groovies and fancy words. If you don’t have bread, see that blind man knock him on the head, steal his wallet,and low and behold you have the loot, if you put in the boot, good, another one sold!)

When I read the essays that lay into Iggy Azaelia for her cultural appropriations, which I don’t disagree with, I wonder how the Stones would have fared had the same kind of discourse existed back in the 60s, or if what has become known as British blues would have achieved the kind of reverence and influence it did.

…and I have absolutely no nostalgia at all for Grand Funk Railroad…

Dancing madly down the rabbit hole of obscure late 60s/early 70s hard rock, you find a trio with a steel drummer from New York and you think about how, more than 40 years ago, no one had any idea what would work and put out whatever in an attempt to make a buck until the accountants decided maybe more top 40 fare that sold bucket loads was a better way to go.