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Think about it—a bell is just a quiet little cup... right up until someone actually strikes it.

Jack Shimabokuro playing Jimi Hendrix on the ukulele

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Chicago, sending my support to Mr. Amadeus—a man whose words I carry with me whenever he quotes those classic American philosophers in his signature, and someone who was always far too brilliant for his own good 👍

it won't be the first time
that we've devoured an artist

Man, it is honestly such a struggle being an old man who still thinks he’s got all the answers! ))

p.s. 🙂

Tank - Turn Your Head Around Algy Ward

Algy Ward is doing way better now that he doesn't have to play with The Damned anymore

Friday

Man, sometimes I just really wish I could go back to being a kid again.

Doing a little retro editing here...

Look, I’ll be the first to admit it: I heard this track on the radio the other day and actually liked it. Then, of course, I find out that Tony and Vjekoslava Huljić wrote it. And get this—it wasn't even some big-name powerhouse like Zorica Kondža or Radojka Šverko singing it, just some new girl breaking into the scene. Honestly? Hats off to the Huljić duo. If I’m actually vibing with something they put out, then you know they nailed it.

Jamie Davis9 said:At the start of September, I received a postcard from a friend of mine, Culeta, a writer based out of New York City. "Dear Doug, I'm really pushing this novel about a river," he wrote on the card.

I responded with something poetic: "Dear Culeta, things aren't easy for me either. My hat is overflowing with characters, yet I have no idea what to do with the one I'm currently holding."

Not long after, a telegram arrived: "Just let it rip stop It's the best way stop Both in life and in prose stop"

Dubravka Ugrešić, forsiranje romana-rek hey 😁

hey

R. I. P. legend

And that’s a wrap on another week. Just like that, it's over.

just call me al

Back when I was dealing with a minor nervous breakdown and some psychotic episodes back in 2011, I actually found myself having full-blown conversations with my TV set 🍿 those who survive will tell the tale! ))

I’m thinking back to the absolute best concert I’ve ever been to, though honestly, my memory is basically shot after the first two songs. It was this tribute to The Doors at Boogaloo during those wild college days in Washington, D.C. Most of the night I spent just slumped on a bathroom floor, but one thing stuck with me: this girl's voice drifting in, saying, "Oh man, look how trashed he is."