I already miss the medicinal marijuana. I traded in Super Silver for Allegra to fight my allergies on another day with high tree and grass pollen counts.
I spent an hour on Thursday afternoon where I bought several items on the internet. The first was an airline ticket to Denver. I spoke to the Joker and he said that he could get us tickets to Widespread Panic's Sunday night show at Red Rocks. I have tickets to the Saturday show and planned on flying in on Saturday afternoon and leaving on Monday morning. I found a sweet deal on Expedia for $180 round trip and booked it right away.
Inside of thirteen days, I'll be flying from:
Nashville to NYCSix flights. Five cities. Four time zones. Four Widespread Panic shows. 5,500 air miles flown. That's what the end of June is looking like for me. When will I have time to write or sleep?
NYC to Las Vegas
Las Vegas to Denver
Denver to Las Vegas
Las Vegas to Long Beach
Long Beach back to Las Vegas
I estimated that I've flown about 31,000 miles since Halloween and 42,000 miles since my birthday. That includes four round trip flights to Las Vegas from NYC, two from NYC to LA, flights to Amsetrdam and Barcelona, and three flights to and from Las Vegas & LA.
I read twenty pages of Alan Watts and set aside the next five books that I hope to read before I move back to Las Vegas which includes Neal Pollock, Arthur Nersesian, and Ed Conlon. I bought another book on sale. For only $3, I found a hardcover copy an anthology of The Paris Review on its 50th anniversary edited by George Plimpton, the last large work he did before his death. It's titled The Paris Review Book: of Heartbreak, Madness, Sex, Love, Betrayal, Outsiders, Intoxication, War, Whimsy, Horrors, God, Death, Dinner, Baseball, Travels, the Art of Writing, and Everything Else in the World Since 1953. That's a lot of quality writing for $3.
I also found The Last Waltz DVD for $9.99. A steal and it's new. I never had it on DVD. BG gave me all four discs of the Last Waltz soundtrack. I also picked up a used copy of Bukowski - Born Into This, which is a documentary on the life of my favorite drunk LA poet. That was $11. Also a bargain.
Wil took my advice and downloaded a Dead show from Hollyweird in 1971.
Here's what he had to say:
Wow. What a great show this is, and how surprising that it was recorded at the Palladium, which is probably the worst venue in the entire city. The energy, the quality of the recording, and the cool, bluesy strains of their songs is just perfect writing music for today: it's 79 degrees, my patio is covered with finches squabbling over the bird feeders, my dogs are sleeping at my feet, and a gentle breeze is carrying the smell of recently-transplanted lavender into the window... MoreI rented Walked the Line. Like in the film Ray, the other brother died (Ray Charles' brother drowned while Johnny Cash's brother had a nasty saw accident) which tourtured the musical artist for decades and is why they both became drunks and drug addicts.
Britney Spears writes poetry now. Sweet.
Be on the look out for killer bees in LA.
I wrote up a story for Truckin' inspired by my trips to Waffle House in Kentucky with Daddy. I also wanted to use the words "nebulous" and "crystal meth" in the same story and finally got the chance.
Last 5 Blogs I Read...
1. A Socialite's Life
3. Rapid Eye Reality
5. Joe Speaker's Obituarium