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thanks to the good dr. parking lot my morning is being brightened by a hot cup of mate de coca. it doesn't taste entirely different than green tea although it smells a whole lot like hydroponic marijuana. unfortunately, its not nearly concentrated enough to cop much of a buzz so i'll probably try phase two tonight and suck on a cheek full of coca leaves before heading out for some d&b.
aside from making a delivery of contraband last nite, dr. parking lot and i hit up a blues spot in south central last nite. babe's and ricky's has a thursday nite jam session that we were privledged enough to check out. greeting guests at the entrance is mama laura, who's been a fixture of the los angeles blues scene for the last 40 years. she's played host to some of the giants of the blues such as bb, john lee hooker, and eric clapton.
it was an interesting mix of performers, some full on professionals, a few young guns making their chops, and it appeared that there were a few recording industry execs that showed up to jam. and my heavens did they jam. the crowd was really sparse but it didn't matter to anyone who showed up. its hard to imagine a purer form of musical expression than what i saw last nite. it was the type of down home blues that makes you want to sop up the gravy with a biscuit and lick your fingers clean.
a personal highlight of the evening was an extended duet between two guitarists, one old and the other young. the old man took his time picking out his notes before turning it over to the young man, who attacked by playing ten notes where the old man had played one. they went back and forth and even 80-something year old mama was inspired to give a little holler from her seat by the door. it was the type of perfect harmony that can be achieved only by diametric opposition.
i'm going to have to go back real soon. its just a short trip down crenshaw from where i live. monday nights feature the brilliant and eccentric miss mickey champion and mama's fried chicken. plus they serve olde english 800 in a can at the bar. how can you argue with that? i think this may be a new regular haunt.
and somewhere along the way i forgot that my sg 2 year anniversary was somewhere in the month of october. so yay for that.
thanks to the good dr. parking lot my morning is being brightened by a hot cup of mate de coca. it doesn't taste entirely different than green tea although it smells a whole lot like hydroponic marijuana. unfortunately, its not nearly concentrated enough to cop much of a buzz so i'll probably try phase two tonight and suck on a cheek full of coca leaves before heading out for some d&b.
aside from making a delivery of contraband last nite, dr. parking lot and i hit up a blues spot in south central last nite. babe's and ricky's has a thursday nite jam session that we were privledged enough to check out. greeting guests at the entrance is mama laura, who's been a fixture of the los angeles blues scene for the last 40 years. she's played host to some of the giants of the blues such as bb, john lee hooker, and eric clapton.
it was an interesting mix of performers, some full on professionals, a few young guns making their chops, and it appeared that there were a few recording industry execs that showed up to jam. and my heavens did they jam. the crowd was really sparse but it didn't matter to anyone who showed up. its hard to imagine a purer form of musical expression than what i saw last nite. it was the type of down home blues that makes you want to sop up the gravy with a biscuit and lick your fingers clean.
a personal highlight of the evening was an extended duet between two guitarists, one old and the other young. the old man took his time picking out his notes before turning it over to the young man, who attacked by playing ten notes where the old man had played one. they went back and forth and even 80-something year old mama was inspired to give a little holler from her seat by the door. it was the type of perfect harmony that can be achieved only by diametric opposition.
i'm going to have to go back real soon. its just a short trip down crenshaw from where i live. monday nights feature the brilliant and eccentric miss mickey champion and mama's fried chicken. plus they serve olde english 800 in a can at the bar. how can you argue with that? i think this may be a new regular haunt.
and somewhere along the way i forgot that my sg 2 year anniversary was somewhere in the month of october. so yay for that.
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suck on a couple more leaves for me.