originally posted by Eden Mylunsch:
Dang. I had the Glitterati Maserati gassed up for the drive and the wine selected for the end of the drive, but due to obligations related to Flag Day (I lost a bet at a strip club in Laughlin, NV), juxtaposed by the need to jumpstart my journey to Food & Wine Aspen later that week, I shall have to be unjeebed that week. Carry on with the usual jawing, japing, gesticulating and wine swizzling that I recall having seen delineated on a #JeebLife t-shirt back in the day, and I'll look forward to joining in on the oenodebauchery the next the next time the opportunity circles around (like a thirsty vulture spotting the wreckage of a Western Carriers semi with its cargo of Burgundy, Bordeaux and Barolo strewn along the freeway, bringing new meaning to "red blend")
-Eden (speaking of road trips, have you heard "Ocean of Love" by Panderanga Henderson? He hung out at an Agoura Hills ashram and made trippy music behind Alice Coltrane -- who wasn't exactly playing the Brill Building hits herself-- and did one record that survived that would be waaaaay better than the gongs-and-bells tinnitus detritus that wails from the sound system in every yoga studio I've ever contorted myself in. Inspiring stuff, with a nice, toe-tapping edge to the usual drone one tends to expects to hear emanate from an early-80s commune/hippie/mystic enclave. Worth listening to, whether you "hear" it or not)(and uh, namaste)