Colleen says hi.

I had a Pimm’s and Ginger Beer at her Foreign Cinema bar before going over to Doc’s Clock to teach a Shuffle Board lesson.   The board was closed because a band was setting up in the back.    A five piece band whose name I never caught playing big band swing softly over tom waitts horns and percussion. 

Which was mildly coincidental considering that I had sent out this WhiskeyTown referencing Doc Watson Lyric earlier in the day.

William Butler Yeats in jeans

Got up to play guitar and sing

In some joint in Mission Beach last night

At the door sat Tom Waits

In a pork pie hat and silver skates

Jugglin' three collection plates Jesus Christ

Townes Van Zandt standin' at the bar

Skinnin' a Hollywood movie star

Can't remember where he parked his car

Or to whom he lost the keys

Full of angst and hillbilly haiku

What's a poor Ft. Worth boy to do

Go on rhyme somethin' for em' man

Show him how you really feel

And then there I was in the mission listening to a horn section that used to play with ol’ Tom.

Bruno’s was my original target, but they are closed due to change of ownership.   I think the fascists closed them down.  Seriously.  Literally.   The night I saw “The People” play there was their last night.  “The People”, despite theirr name, are a Che loving roots reggae band. Who’s more fascist than Che?

I don't know, I'm asking.