I hung out with my producer friend yesterday. We talked about all our mistakes, triumphs and analyzed each other. We told war stories and then went down the rabbit hole to our mutual friends house, Paul Tamanian. He an abstract artist and person. As you approach his house the hallucinations start. There is excellent art (his and others) everywhere and his house moderne' and it's contents are a mini vacation for the senses. He has very eclectic taste in music and usually plays a couple hours of things I have never heard. It always sends me to Itunes to run up my card.
Bringing John over there is like giving fireworks to a room full of eighth graders with lighters and cappuccino's. As long as you have the ability to stand back and remain uninvolved, the show is quite good.
On all fronts I have cool friends. Some are famous...poor Bastards.
I haven't ridden a bike since Sunday, I have to remedy that.
I have plenty of video of their phonetic boxing match, but unless I get thousands of comments, or a check from one of the perps, I am not posting them