Last Saturday at this time, we was enjoying the great Roy A. Loney and a tipple or three in Paris. This weekend it's a 5.30am rise to go work as a mercenary and I'm fighting an inner battle with my psyche as to exactly why I signed up. But anyways, that's between me and me. Lotta catch up on music to be doing, I got the new Voladoras booty more of which later when I get titles, etc. As I type, I'm listening to a recording of The Cramps recent Nashville Show which sounds pretty good (merci Patrick!). Having Bill Bateman on drums has made a heckuva difference. He even makes those recent songs swing. No mean feat. Anyways, the Post Office still hasn't stumped up the Suzy Y Los Quattro album which I know was sent more than a week ago so I'm a little peeved about that but the "improvement in service" means that the actual office is never open to drop into anymore. A watched pot never boils and a' that.
I see the world's biggest bogeyman has turned up just in time for Halloween. The newspapers and media is reporting that OBL be cutting into the US elections but if you look closely to the LH side of the picture you can see the glow of his turnip lantern. They were all outta pumpkins this year.
Anyhoo, a grand Halloween to all of you folks, the real guise-ing starts November 3rd. The good lord (or whoever) bless we all.
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