A pair of albums I sent from Canada to Europe just arrived. I sent them Jan 28th. EIGHTEEN WEEKS. So yes, don't lose hope in that thing you bought and ordered that's seemingly gone, it could have just been hanging out in some nether-realm along with a copy of Mr. Hands and Yusef Lateef.
Okay so I found a OG Roni Size 4LP 45 RPM "New Forms", got it delivered today and I am fully blasting it like it's 97 and I'm wearing pants five sizes too big for me and dancing at 4 am in an old hockey rink or wherever the rave bus dropped us off and I keep asking my dogs if they're holding and they just keep staring at me and I think they might be narcs and I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF
Alright informal poll time, I'm thinking of writing "So Fresh & So Clean" on the floor of my new laundry room in tile. Choose one:
A. Yo dawg, that's hype.
B. Yo dawg, that's whack.
C. What are you even taking about, you're high right? You have to be high.
Dog #1 injured her paw yesterday, was limping around pitifully all day. She got so many treats and so much attention for being such a trooper. Today she is completely fine, pretty sure it was all a ruse. SHE'S LEARNING
Hey so, Ritchie Havens was like, incredible. I just discovered this... uh... now.
He was forced to open Woodstock when the opening band got stuck in traffic. He was supposed to play for 20 minutes, he ended up playing for 3 hours and when he finally ran out of songs he improvised "Freedom" on the spot, in front of 400,000 people.
Me: Fuck it I'm having chili for breakfast.
Body: You'd better not, there's yogurt and granola why don't you have th-
Body: You fucker, I'm gunna make this miserable for you.
Me (eating chili): Don't care, where the fuck do I have to be?
Body: You're the worst I hate you.