latenight groove and poetry session...

greetings, Patriots, hope all of you Citzens out there in UprightLand are keeping their noses clean and their broadband streams open. Tommy here, I'm Christopher's NSA agent. don't tell anyone. or do, it doesn't matter, we'll know about it anyway. he is out with Cynthia and their dog Stella Blue right now, running a few errands. they needed "some dog food and some shit from the Whole Foods for dinner" (his words) then they were going to go to that "good old indy video joint Videodrome" (his words) and try to rent some kind of "subversive media propaganda" (my words).

well, as they'll be gone for awhile, I figured I'd get a jump on the post he was thinking about for tonight (yes, that's right: "thinking about"). he wanted to find some good jazz and poetry to make Saturday night "thoughtful, reflective." I personally favor Toby Keith and John Ashcroft, but Shakespeare (my nickname for the guy, The Boss loves nicknames) likes his hippie jazz and his weird poetry.

so he was thinking about Kenny Burrell and Hunter S. Thompson. here you go:





okay. hope you enjoyed it. and don't get any ideas: that "high water mark" is the best you hippies can do. just sit back and let us handle everything.

end transmission.