Dear Baby Yacov Kruetzfeldt MacDonald

Dear Bebe Buehl;

Was I bad this week! And it's already Thursday! I'm fucked!

I was awful and I feel really bad. I tried to slay the dragon DeLay and all I got was this lousy T-shirt. I choked. Choked.

It's not fear or dread, really. What it is is a realization that I just don't have the vocabulary. I don't know if there IS the vocabulary to describe the evil of DeLay.

I'll try again after my gig tomorrow night. How dat? I think I just need some fire in th' belly. Usually I get that after Bringing It to the People. And sweating out some toxins and alcherhol.

Confession for the week: I like those soda pop alcohol drinks. I like 'em 'cause you can blast back a lot of them at 9, hit the stage and sweat 'em out by 1 or 2 of the morn. I won't reveal brands because I'm a human being, not a fucking sales device.

What else, Freepus, what else? Well, I've been good in the studio. The Bobby Lightfoot Explosion demo is coming along right good. I've done some innerventive stuff on the production side and my editing chops is serving me well.

I'm good at that, Jeebus. I'm good at something.

So bite me.

I sing wicked good too 'cause of the cigarettes and that stuff. I'm going to drop those now and hopefully my voice will stay Rod Stewart and not go back to Brian Wilson. Brian Wilson is fine but he doesn't get the bartender tipped, you know? Back when I had a future as an artist Brian Wilson was fine but now that I'm a fixture to move beer I'm glad I sound more like Small Faces.

Thanks Crispus. I suspect that even without the deatherettes I'll be able to hold on to my polyps. What with screaming my ass off 4 hours a night.

"Hold on to my polyps". That sounds vaguely pornographic in a bad way.

Speaking of porno, Jibbous, Paul the drummer from King Radio thinks you have a "swimmer's body". I know I mentioned Paul and how fucking hilarious he is back when I did my King Radio puff piece. So there you have it.

I have a swimmer's body, too. A swimmer who quit swimming a decade ago.

Actually, I'm kidding. I'm cut like a fucking flanksteak. Huge wang, too. Scary big. I'm all over the interweb with that thing.

Anyway!! Love ya Frisco! Let's do lunch! From behind!!

Amen, Bobby Lightfoot