Tomorrow at midnight, the wife and I will be hopping on a redeye to Jamaica. We’ll be spending five days hanging with Little Feat in Negril. It’s tough duty, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and if we don’t do this, the terrorists will have won. I know it’ll be hard on you guys without me around here, but try to soldier on. Heh. I said hard on. If anyone has any requests, I’ll be sure to pass them along to the band, because after all, I’m the one who’ll be hearing them. Maybe something obscure by the Mothers. Maybe not, since it’s Billy and Paul’s band now. The key thing is…….FREE GOLF!! Which, given my swing mechanics lately, is pretty much the only way I’ll play.
Enjoy the herb while you are there.
I get to play more golf shots than anyone else I know.
By the way, if you are lucky, the cricket will be on while you are there. You lucky bastard.
If that—that don’t—kill you soon
The women will down at the Spanish Moon.
I don’t like free golf, it takes away my reason for taking so many shots: I like to get my money’s worth.
Just avoid those Jamacian home invasions. Then again you don’t have any money so you should not be a target.
Don’t think swing mechanics – just pick your shot, visualize the shape, go through your pre-shot routine, then smack it off the hosel into the nearest water hazard.
Works every time!
Huh. They have switches on their nocturnal noise-making insects? I hope that technology doesn’t get into the wrong hands…..
I don’t like any of Little Feats songs. Can you ask them to play “Please Mr. Postman” by The Carpenters?
Ask them to play “Willing” but to dig Lowell up first.
That’s one of their better songs live, actually. Paul does a fine job, and they wander off in the middle and jam a bit. Sometimes they even do the tease to Dark Star.
Stop over by Rhodes Hall Plantation while you’re there. Great horseback riding along the bay. Five minutes east of Negril. Spectacularly beautiful. Where they shot part of the last Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue.
Also, go to the Cliffs in Negril for breakfast at the LTU Pub. Great food, great view. Say hi to Maxine and Bill.
Hey by the Pixies.
One of my great regrets is not having seen Feat when Lowell was still alive. Lowell was great and a genius but he was a stupid fucking junkie and I’m pissed off at him for dying. Perhaps Duane was a better slide player, perhaps.
Do they still do the Cold Cold Cold / Tripe Face Boogie medley? That would be nice.
Two degrees in boogie and a PhD in swing, he’s the master of rhythm, he’s the rock n’ roll king.
Great to see Little Feat mentioned here. Not quite on the level of finding out that Charles Johnson shares my taste for Zappa and Firesign, but a nice pleasant surprise nonetheless.
At at Bradley Nowell for not taking the lesson.
Man, that cocaine tree look fine…
Have fun. Bastard.
Well, then this’ll really piss you off, Ronnie. If you listen real hard to “Waiting For Columbus,” you can hear me in there somewhere.