Thursday, April 14, 2011

Friday, April 8, 2011


It's never a good idea to go out late nights. no matter what your friends tell you.

Thursday, April 7, 2011


Jesse calls me up out of the blue at 3 in the morning, "I gotta tell you about something really heavy man,"
"I don't know man, I'm pretty tired, probably pass out..."
"Oh man, it's heavy let me come up for a minute I'm on the corner. I'll bring something."
Assuming this meant maybe a 12 oz High Life I said ok, if it's heavy I can't turn down a friend.
He comes up with two fucking hot dogs, "Hey I got you a hot dog."
This guys got me cracking up.
Then he crashes on my floor and when we wake up I put on a Jimmy Smith record and he just starts listing all the musicians on a Blue Note compilation record, "Oh thats got to be Lou Donaldson on sax, definitely Donald Bailey on drums..."
I'm all, where the fuck is this dude coming out of left field from Field of Dreams or some shit.
Then he goes on to tell me how Donald Bailey gave him drum lessons when he was ten because he begged him after seeing him in San Francisco.
What. The. Fuck.
Oh yeah, the heavy shit was over a girl he just met.
Love this kid.

Saturday, April 2, 2011