The Jazz Police

It was one of those gray sci-fi nights, a post-civilized world holocaust. I was trapped and floating in a destroyed office building, flailing weightlessly through tangles of wire. Floating free and weightless in a long void. The various floors of the building jagged and blown out. As I look up, I see helicopter search lights sweep and deflect through the charred foggy depth as dark figures rappel down ropes with flashlights swishing through falling dust particles and debris as they search for me. A fugitive, I cling inert and naked to a jagged I-beam concealed, except for my face, behind a mangled bundle of wire (an exploded and tangled mass of multicolored #22 phone wire). A flash of light captures my face and the dark forms swoop down and wrestle me to the floor of a shattered level of the building. Binding me in ropes to an old style swivel office chair, one of the forms slaps me around, forcibly places a metallic cone shaped device, much like a megaphone, into my mouth, Another of the dark forms pulls my right arm from the bindings and forces my arm straight out and demands that I hold my hand limp and let it dangle pointedly downward. In an aggressive tone, a third faceless form shouts, “Well you think you’re so smart! We’ll see how well you do as a record turntable! “. My captors proceed to spin me round and round in the chair shouting, “Play the record!”

Whitlock was a great man – then he died.

The cycle used to be write something down and edit.
I used to sound like some pundit, cutting some sociopolitical fabric into patches and then,
sewing selective shards over the holes in my cosmic blue-jeans..
.. saw Emily's Miss Witherspoon last night.. well if the dialogue doesn't set you straight, the lighting and audio will. Pay close attention to the existential time shifting scene. Well that was a play performed by somebody else and, to date, the best I’ve seen.
Supposed to be with Mad tonight, sociopolitical fabric, I'll let you know. It's alright to follow the women around.

I figure it this way: They pay three performers $100 a night so that means the total "live entertainment" budget is $300. $1200 a month. After that, they pay ASCAP/BMI anywhere from $300 up a month for media licensing. That cable television set is another c-note per month. Advertising, at least $10 a month for the website. Extras ? Probably. Let's give it $50 missed. A really low number.
Enough! You just have to love it.

xtown traffix

Bike Ride ...

Needed a break ... we went for a ride down to the park ... nobody around.
The smell of burning meat, children noises somewhere in the distance,
but nobody around. hmmm .. must be everybody watching TV and
thinking about victims from Mother Nature's revenge. Well I'm gonna
have a drink and talk to the crickets. The sun is going down

We did this before ..

We did this before ..
started in the attic in 90's .. it was hot ..
dust encased 386's running OS/2.
That world is ours.