Need Boo Radley

It's been a strange week and strange summer. I've been trying to reconnect with my sense of happenstance or what my psychic calls it, "You were blessed with a gift of timing." I always figured that but ever since I deleted my facebook and tried to roam the world, city, and streets in search of adventure and opportunities, they have developed 10 fold and always on time. This has been one of the best things I ever did, not knowing what is going on, or who is going to what thing, or what people are thinking, or where I am going r how I am going to get there or who am I going to see once I am there or even where anyone is -but reconnecting with my "gift" to figure it out on my own, and thus experience summer the way it should be experienced.

Jack Oblivion sings in his sleep. Yesterday, the Beat played with those guys in Chicago - we had to be at the venue at 5 so we had a long time to rest and relax and get to know each other. I napped next to Jack, our heads together where the couches met. Some people mumble or talk, some folks sleep walk. Jack O sings. Some (not gonna say how many) "sources" tell me I do the same. That's not so weird, you know what's weird? John Paul Keef sleeps with his eyes open, that's weird.
As for the night I would have to say it was one of the coolest nights in my history in the love of rock n roll. Bullshitting with Jack Oblivion and his band for hours, telling stories that will only be heard in a green room, talking about the meaning of some old Compulsive Gambler and Oblivion songs - like the inspiration and some deep confiding secrets that he would quickly cover up with, "what am I talking about? I'm drunk." And man oh man, the way these guys could tell a story. It was awesome. Yeah, faded, but not so jaded. "Do you remember that place Jack with all the fog coming out everywhere?" said JPK "No.....Oh yeah, I remember that, " jack would say, "That crazy Norwegian place that had the drum set built on the ceiling." and then shoot into a story with a honky tonk ghost story kind of appreciation to telling stories. Damn, so cool. Really awesome guys, total rockstars, and totally regular southern human guys who love rock n roll just like us.

Boo Radley has come up so many times lately. The setlist read "Need Boo Radley" instead of "Need You Badly" and the matchbook at the Empty Bottle has a picture of a cat's paw that says "Radley" above it, the owners late 19 year old cat that lived there named after the "to kill a mocking bird" character. I strive as hard as I can allow my conscious thought to enter my mind while playing NOT to say "Long time I wanna say now---I need Boo Radley" when singing Logan's song he lets me sing. You gotta keep conscious thought out of your mind when you play or you will trip over something, or look at somebody and lose your place, or whatever. It's best to pay on auto pilot and let your super conscious play the song for you, so I suppose if it wants to sing "need Boo Radley" next time I'll let it.

The other night while playing poker an attic on the 900 block of Chambers at about 1am, I saw waves crashing against the windows of the house across the street. Provoked by a car driving through a flash flood river basin, the water Over the car's headlights, the water level over the sidewalk, over the steps leading up to the front door to the house. Garbage bags just flowing down the street as fast as one can bike. I have never seen anything like that before.