One more weekend in Idaho helping Spud set up his new ranch. Free-range ass-fed orphans do make the tenderest meat, and I’ve gotten used to the screaming when we brand them. Spud handles the castrations despite his lack of mohel experience.

Birthdays today are a meager lot compared to yesterday, but still, there’s a guy who truly led his best life; the best guitarist I’ve ever seen; an absolute killing machine; one of the most creative and insanely talented woodwind players and barbeque inspirations to ever walk this Earth; a guy who was a better Bela Lugosi than Bela Lugosi; a guy who couldn’t even quarterback for the Browns; an erstwhile hottie with an absolutely perfect voice; a guy with some involvement with Rick James’s penis; and an actor with such an outsized persona that he takes over every film he’s in (in a good way).

We’re still waiting for the pizzas.

I need to live in Queens” (women and minorities hardest hit)

Wut?

It may seem extreme, but civilization demands.

How about staying out of it entirely?

 

Old Guy Music is something I love, mad scientist loves, and you’ll hate.