last nite marked a long over due return to babe's and rick's for some down home nourishment for the body and the soul. mama was there as always and gave me and fonic the same quizzical look as the last time we rolled up. i guess most of the coreans you see in south LA are operating liquor stores, and there ain't many of those left since they've sold the stores off the next wave of immigrants... russians, viet, whatever.
i had newcastle with my fried chicken wings w/greens and potato salad, fonic cowboy'd up and ordered the bbq chicken w/ greens to go with his magum of OE. many of the same faces were in on the evening's jam session and there were some cats we hadn't seen before, too. lisa c graced us with a song that made the glass brick windows shake when she curled her lip and let it rip. one of the drummers took a turn on the mic while beating the skins and sounded so good that i actually looked up from my plate of chicken. the electric piano was dusted off for marshall who cut loose like a man that was touched by the fire of the burning bush.
biggest props go to some japanese kid who picked up an axe and killed us softly with a real understated turn on the go round. he spoke so little english that if he broke wind, it'd probably be in japanese. either you got the blues or you don't, the simplicity is down right tragic sometimes. a lot of the older cats offered him smiles, handshakes, and pats on the back for the balls he flashed that nite. mama even had him sit next to her so she could tell him he played good. and she ain't shy about telling you if you didn't play right. coming from a lady that's been the driving force behind the los angeles blues scene for 40 years, that means more than any multi-platinum mtv music video grammy nomination bullshit award could ever mean.
we goin back next thursday to celebrate the 50th birthday of kpfk radio host bobbee zeno. and y'all are most welcome to come along.
despite all the soul fixin that went on last nite, i think i've got me a case of whatever virus is goin round. i'm ditching work as soon as i can to see my doctor in west hollywood/little russia. if there's anything good about being sick, its that you're supposed to consume lots of soup. i've got some tom yum gai (thai) in the fridge. immediate plans are for sulungtang from koreatown, chicken noodle from cantor's deli on fairfax, nabeyaki udon (japanese) from yamakasa, cocino (mexican) from los burritos, and pho (viet) from pho 999, and something special from the soup guy at the farmer's market. i love soup.
what's your favorite soup?
i had newcastle with my fried chicken wings w/greens and potato salad, fonic cowboy'd up and ordered the bbq chicken w/ greens to go with his magum of OE. many of the same faces were in on the evening's jam session and there were some cats we hadn't seen before, too. lisa c graced us with a song that made the glass brick windows shake when she curled her lip and let it rip. one of the drummers took a turn on the mic while beating the skins and sounded so good that i actually looked up from my plate of chicken. the electric piano was dusted off for marshall who cut loose like a man that was touched by the fire of the burning bush.
biggest props go to some japanese kid who picked up an axe and killed us softly with a real understated turn on the go round. he spoke so little english that if he broke wind, it'd probably be in japanese. either you got the blues or you don't, the simplicity is down right tragic sometimes. a lot of the older cats offered him smiles, handshakes, and pats on the back for the balls he flashed that nite. mama even had him sit next to her so she could tell him he played good. and she ain't shy about telling you if you didn't play right. coming from a lady that's been the driving force behind the los angeles blues scene for 40 years, that means more than any multi-platinum mtv music video grammy nomination bullshit award could ever mean.
we goin back next thursday to celebrate the 50th birthday of kpfk radio host bobbee zeno. and y'all are most welcome to come along.
despite all the soul fixin that went on last nite, i think i've got me a case of whatever virus is goin round. i'm ditching work as soon as i can to see my doctor in west hollywood/little russia. if there's anything good about being sick, its that you're supposed to consume lots of soup. i've got some tom yum gai (thai) in the fridge. immediate plans are for sulungtang from koreatown, chicken noodle from cantor's deli on fairfax, nabeyaki udon (japanese) from yamakasa, cocino (mexican) from los burritos, and pho (viet) from pho 999, and something special from the soup guy at the farmer's market. i love soup.
what's your favorite soup?
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but if i see anything remotely veiny or darkmeatish..
forget it. toss it.. toss it ALL!
About the tweed, etc, cross your fingers for me, I'm submitting the big application today.