Oops, unforced error. Not KCRW, but KROQ.

That would be "See You On The Other Side" by Brian Briggs (actually the late John Holbrook, who fell backwards into being Bearsville's best engineer.) Heard it on KCRW, where it became a radio hit. It took *five years* to track it down.

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Poster for Miami Loco in Miami, Arizona from April 17th to 19th, 2026. Art, music, poetry and lots more.

Here we go again. I'm set to read again, as well as performing experimental music behind Ken Boe and in conjunction with others at 411 Space.

Post something random or you'll have an awful April.

Yay!

So is that you back again? Or is Fartberg being a dumb arse?

But you relented, it seems?

Also, as I'm old and my legs are in shit shape from bed rest due to wound therapy I then get to be a beetle on its back. Housemate tried to help (the dogs not so much -- they raced over and barked at me) but it took scooting my fat ass over to the porch and getting on my knees to get me upright.

a man is jumping in the air in a living room while holding a baby . ALT: a man is jumping in the air in a living room while holding a baby .

I'm not normally a fall risk, honestly. But when the toe of my boot goes under a pipe when I'm paying attention to laundry it's 90% certain I'm going down in the most ungainly manner possible. Fortunately I do know how to fall...unfortunately it was an awkward spot to land, and gravelly.

Weird. I can think of all kinds of scenarios.

Also, the ending of TIME BANDITS. "Don't touch that, it's Evil!"

Disney Exits OpenAI Deal After AI Giant Shutters Sora The studio giant will no longer move forward with its OpenAI investment, as the AI company exits the video generation business.

Hope rises.

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That's pretty much spun out of last year when my performance supporting Ken turned into an impromptu improvisational collaboration with Vic Void and Bhutto Sonics.

I'm still weeks out from Miami Loco and just had a long call with Ken Boe who's organizing several of the reading events and wanting to know what I thought I'd be reading. *gibbers inconclusively* The music is even better -- "improv with...*somebody*. Vic Void, anyway. Just do what you do."

"Wait, where's the output?" "Why is there distortion?" "Oh, God damn you!" (the latter growled at the balky iPad Air 2.)

Plus the all-purpose "Agh!" and "I need a cup of tea!"

I ask this in re: compositions. I suppose I could give them opus numbers.

I have a track on ARTLAB2 that spent quite a while called "Alan Davies (As Yet Untitled)" after that blithe fellow's talk show. I finally gave up when I finalized the tracklist and it's now just "Alan Davies."

"This song has no title, only words and a tune."

But people facing down the snake in the grass at a church are guilty of civil rights felonies. A picture of American hypocrisy right here.

God knows it seemed to be trying to turn into the Addams Family mansion, and a stream of not wonderful things have occurred over the years. I should note that I only learned about Breen and Marion after the last visit there.

On the subject of NZB -- and I might have mentioned this to you in times past -- I actually got quite friendly with MZB at one point, and ended up with an open invitation to Grayhaven. Stayed there a few times, and, well...it was weird. Doubtless still is.

What broke me wasn't rejection, it was my damned brain, which *continues* to screw me up -- I'm back on meds, and "still* have to fight to work on things. Which is why I'm six months later just mixing the Hotelia tracks I did, even as I get ready for the meeting for this year's Hotelia.

I'm probably going to channel rage into music...again. I really need to expel some things, given how I feel physically.

Word is that he's trying to fold Tesla into it, too. Not a surprise given his intention of abandoning cars for robots.

Google just borked Gmail search by shoving Gemini into it. I don't want a giant messy AI text box, I want my usual straight list of results.

Shades of THE BIG BUS. At least they didn't end up teetering off a mountainside.

"You eat one lousy foot and they call you a cannibal!"

Yeah, same here. Closest is in Sierra Vista, 20+ miles away. I either have to early bus in, or get a friend to go with me. I’m not sure there’s a cinema in Douglas or Tombstone. And if I want full choice I have to go to Tucson.

Also, I’m stubborn. Getting back on ADHD meds hasn’t ameliorated that. Now I’m *focused* stubborn.

I was actually delighted that Nancy got me. She’s very very nice, and has driven me before. For added hilarity her GPS took us down a Bisbee street neither of us has been down before.

Then my housemate grumped at me for not calling him. I didn’t want to impose on him, honestly.

It was quite amazing in a way — the director of the wound clinic got involved, the house supervisor at the hospital got involved (and was figuring out where to stash me for the night), and finally Triple-A got driver Nancy out to rescue me.

I’m back after a rather dull adventure to Sierra Vista. It should have been a six hour round trip but ended up as a thirteen hour slog as multiple transportation operations failed when the return trip was triggered. This includes Uber and Lyft and all of the medical transports. 1/2

I did a batch of laundry last night, must hang it out now while I’ll only get mild hypothermia.

The dogs were mildly puzzled. Well, dog, as Monroe hasn’t enough brain to be puzzled. Which might be true of Nala also, but she covers well. Gentry was away with Neal, so didn’t care.