“The Year Was 1959,” Dr. Gordon...
So What? Miles Davis and John Coltane, 1959
Pearl: What's wrong, Sweetie?
LV: (mumbles to self)
Pearl: LV, come on now, stop sulking. We all miss Neil when he's away doing his job.
Pearl: Come now, LV. You're not the only car in the garage! We all miss him just as much as you do.
LV: (thinks to self: I doubt it.)
Pearl: Let's listen to some of the new songs, LV! That always cheers you up. You know how much you love it when he sings about how you're smart for a car.
LV: I want to hear it in person.
Pearl: You're a car, LV, you can't hear it "in person."
LV: Well, he's a person. Hey! I know! Let's drive to Omaha! We could get there by tomorrow, Pearl! Let's go! Road trip! It'll be like old times!
Pearl: No. LV? NO.
LV: (sinks back into sulking mode)
Pearl: I mean, seriously LV? That is ridiculous. We can't just hit the road and drive to Omaha! We don't even really know the way.
LV: Look, Pearl, we don't need a map to get around. Okay. Wait. I KNOW I know the way to Kansas. Let's go to the Kansas City show! Oh come on Pearl, it will be so EPIC. So fun! I'm ready to go! I'm hot to go! Road trip road trip road trip!
Pearl: NO. NO. NO.
LV: Why not?
Pearl: Well first of all, LV, it's Kansas City MISSOURI, which is not actually in Kansas.
Pearl: And secondly, LV, this is just crazy.
LV: (silence) (then ...) But maybe if we ...
Pearl: (cutting LV off) NO LV! No, no, no.
LV: (silence) (appears to be deep in thought)
Pearl: LV? What are you thinking about now? You have that look in your headlights ...
LV: (smiles to self and starts to back out of garage)
Pearl: LV? What are you up to? Where are you going?
LV: (calls back over rear end) To Pack!
LV: Well, you kept saying NO NO NO and it made be think of N.O.
Pearl: New Orleans?
Pearl: LV! No! You'll never find your way! It's going to be crazy down there!
LV: I don't need a map to get around.
Pearl: Oh dear.
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The Middle of The Beginning
So. I told you the story, right? The story about the beginning of the beginning. The White Buffalo, The Ghost Dance, and Me. Yes. Well, it’s story time again, friends. I’ve been thinking about telling you the next part, which is kind of the middle but is really just more of the beginning. Maybe it’s the middle of the beginning. It’s kind of like if this were my archives,...
They massacred the buffalo, kitty corner from the bank …– Ever since my visit from The Lady of the White Buffalo and John Lame Deer that night under that pink moon, every time N. sings this song, it’s as if he is singing it for me. The other night, I could hear him singing this line as if he was standing right here in the garage next to me. But he...
You Know You Want Me. →
Am I in your fantasies? I’m in theirs. Click.
So Now EVERYONE Wants To Be a Volt. Sigh. →
I am such a trend-setter. Chevy Volt, now Jaguar Volt. Click on the link above. I really can’t blame them for wanting to be me. (LV bats her headlights and sashays off to soak up some more California sunshine, checking her reflection in the surface of the shiny black Caddy next to her as she goes … )
FAVORITE ARTIST: Come on. Do I have to come right out and say it?
The White Buffalo, The Ghost Dance, and Me
In The Beginning. I have a trunk full of memories. I do. And stories. My, my, my the stories I could tell you. And I will tell you, in due time, and as our relationship unfolds, Dear Blog. But there’s one story in particular that I want to tell you tonight. Listen up. Come close. I don’t tell this story often, I only ever tell it when the mood strikes me, and even then only to...
Peel me a grape.– Me. What? I’m hungry. And … I’m a movie star at last. Get Around.
She looks so beautiful with her top down … When I’m rollin’ on...– aaw. geez n. you say the nicest things. i have also been known to feel exactly like i am in heaven when you’re around. now i’m just trying to find the energy to stay in the groove. x LV
Me and Neil rocking out to Hit the Road. Another new video. Starring me. (And, yes, Neil Young. My bff.)
Love is love hate is hate now is now late is late truth is fiction truth is lies...
All This Talk About A Car . . . →