Th' Soulfinger Diaries: D'Angelico's or something, East Hampton CT, 1.28.06

Cool little place tonight. Actually, it was sort of claustrophobic. Actually, it was a horrible, nightmarish little crap hole with pretentions of classiness and six dollar shots. Listen to "Who's Makin' Love" from a different, cool gig. Dig that goddamn rhythm guit. over on the right side. And Levy goddamn Pontchartrain's sax solo over on dem left side. He gets going all twelve tone. And check out what Ace gets back (for some reason I call him "Jimmy") when he heckles me. And my lyrical ad-libbing at 4:00 is really very tasteful indeed. Byronesque, one might almost say.

Actually, I take it back. Putfile has unceremoniously dumped this recording because of its salacious and seditious nature. That's amazing that they actually get around to going through shit to make sure it's all nice and american. So here's a nice, edited, family-friendly version that supports the moral values we all stand for. I suppose there's plenty of implied pornography in the sax and guitar and in my whiskey-soaked vocal tone. I guess that's the sort of climate this stuff came out of anyway. It all had to be implied. I sound pretty good on this here. All busted up. All roadrashed.

Hey, Putfile- get the the fucking broomstick outta your ass. It's shitty violence and depravity and objectification and crummy commercials that fuck kids up. Not glorious, polysyllabic extemporations on sweet parking lot love. Man. God damn.