Way Past Cool

A spring morning. The sun has nearly burned off the mist, and the air is a crystal prism through which the color of sky and emerging green is startlingly vivid. Maybe my perception is chemically enhanced. No, not like in the bad old days. I'm talking about endorphins, brother. The runner's high. This morning I'm not binging; instead, it is a slow drip. On my left arm is my nano, and the crescendo from "Siegfried's Funeral Music" from Gotterdamerung is building. I come close to stopping, almost s… Continue

David, tell the story about that time that the Rolling Stones wanted to open for you incognito.
Ah yes. Thanks, Steve. My hypnotist and I have been mining these "recovered memories," and the Rolling Stones episode certainly bears recounting.

Jesus, what a complete bunch of twats. Their manager set it up, and the idea was that the Stones would open up for Yellow Rain at Ricky's, as he said, "in cognito." The idea was, these already ancient brits would come in disguise, pass themselves off as a p… Continue

I'm not sure how this will end up. I only know that it is something I must tell the world about, and there are forces out there that do not want this story told.

Yellow Rain. Also known as The Band Who The Runaways Lost Their Virginity To. The Band So Seminal That All Subsequent Bands Had To Swallow. During their furious, brief existence they cranked out no fewer than twelve full-length LPs, none of which were released. All masters and copies were destroyed. The only surviving recordings of the… Continue