Post to Re-post

            I do my best to blog every other day, but things have gone haywire, and I don't have the time today. I have a gig in Venice Beach, and I have to re-learn some songs. I'll try to post something tomorrow. 

A Compound Requisite for Living

            I’m waiting for the rain. I’ve covered my convertible top, the one that has holes in it, and I’ve put away all my tools that were laying around my cabin, and now I’m just waiting. It seems I’ve been waiting all year long for this. In the summer months I wish for cold. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that I was born in January. Fall and winter are nice and moody, the way I like it. San Francisco was a moody town. I suppose a lot of towns are moody. But, when you live Los Angeles it’s the rain that is exciting. It rains so infrequently that it’s a big deal. Some people complain about it, which doesn’t make any sense to me. It’s only water, a compound requisite for living.

Aromatics

I tend to be a bit of a hermit, so when I do something on a Saturday night it’s a big deal.  I went to an art walk in the neighborhood. It’s good to know there are others who are out there doing it. Painters mostly, but there were some beer makers and a woman who was into aromatics. She captured my attention most. She had a well-organized carrier. It was almost like a nice looking toolbox, but for perfume. She had a whole bunch of glass vials with her fragrances. She could mix up a custom fragrance on the spot for forty bucks. She had long curly hair and she looked like she was from another place and another time. It was interesting. She was a chemist. She had to be smart.

            I went to a Japanese market on Sunday. I saw a bluefin tuna being cut up. It was fat and big, and from the looks of it very popular with the Japanese community.