Okay, I got through the hardest part of the week and the next two days will be (probably) really nice! (Back-to-back shifts with my favorite 94-year-old Japanese man!)

This evening is the dinner to honor that client of mine who passed away recently, whom I just adored. It’s at the yacht club on Buckeye Lake:

And then tomorrow, my Japanese client and I will be returning to our favorite place for lunch — Peony Bistro. For sashimi and eerily uncanny fortune cookies!! (Which he refuses to read. “Eerie” and “uncanny” clearly are of no interest to him!) (BTW, the staff there are all Asian and treat him with so much respect, it is really such a pleasure to go there.)

Then I have THREE (!!) days off!! One day, will include my private instruction here:

And the rest of the time will be spent sitting at my desk, consulting with Peitor, who is back home in Nice, France, as we go over the changes we want to make to the pilot script before sending it off to the producers who are waiting to read it!!

That’s my Business Address, btw — which I have never, ever seen… (yet)

Anyway. As long as I’m uploading a bunch of photos–

If you don’t follow me on instyagram (often spelled “Instagram” by people who are completely sober while typing), the last couple of days, I posted there about how I have now officially been in my house here in the Hinterlands for SEVEN years!! I can’t really believe this, gang. It seems like yesterday. But I listed in detail the things that have happened to me and the novels, short stories, scripts, that I’ve written here in the last 7 years (this does not count 4 1/2 years working tirelessly as a digital soldier for General Flynn in the 5G War…)

Anyway. Yesterday morning, I had the most astounding breakthrough.

When I first moved here, I bought this really cool tabletop jukebox and it has sat on my kitchen table ever since. I play CDs in it all the time. I love it. I really do. Because apparently I love living in the past whenever possible.

Yesterday, after 7 years of “sort of” trying to get its Blue Tooth feature to sync with my iPhone — I suddenly was able to do it! Just, like “presto change-o” it suddenly worked! I was thrilled!!!!

And this is the song I was playing on my iPhone (extremely loudly, as it turned out!) when the Blue Tooth suddenly kicked in — “Star Star (aka “Starfucker”) by the Rolling Stones, 1973:

This is a filthy dirty song, which I have owned since 1973, when I was 13, but only clearly heard the full lyrics to recently.

Back when they first released the song, the lyrics were purposely mixed really low and sort of garbled, so that the whole album wouldn’t get pulled for obscenity. They have since remastered it and the lyrics are now front and center, and easy to understand.

I find it both amusing and startling that I used to play this song on my little portable record player in my room all the time.

“Starfucker”

Baby, baby
I’ve been so sad since you’ve been gone
Way back to New York City
Where you do belong

Honey, I missed your two tongue kisses
Legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to Fun City, girl
I’m gonna make you scream all night

Honey, honey
Call me on the telephone
I know you’re moving out to Hollywood
With your can of tasty foam

All those beat up friends of mine
Gotta get you in their books
Lead guitars and movie stars
Get their tongues beneath your hood

[Chorus]
Yeah, you’re a starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, star
Yeah, a starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, star
A starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker star

Yeah, I heard about your Polaroids
That’s what I call obscene
Your tricks with fruit was kinda cute
I bet you keep your pussy clean

Honey, I miss your two tongue kisses
Legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to New York, girl
Gonna make you scream all night

[Chorus]
Yeah, you’re a starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, star
Yeah, a starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, star
A starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker star

Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you
For giving head to Steve McQueen
Yeah, you and me we made a pretty pair
Falling through the silver screen

Honey, I’m open to anything
I don’t know where to draw the line
Yeah, I’m making bets that you gonna get
Your man before he dies

[Chorus]
Yeah, you’re a starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, star
Yeah, a starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, star
A starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker star

c – 1973 Mick Jagger, Keith Richards

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Regarding Phil’s car video last evening — I don’t know, gang. It is, of course, really hard to know just what he’s saying here. Especially since the mods on his private chat, directed us to one of his recent lives where he cryptically tried to tell us exactly when the EBS was coming and why.

And because of that, I get the sense that something pre-planned is coming, to wake people up. I wonder if it has anything to do with this thing Trump keeps saying about how April 2nd will be our liberation day? And about how the release of the Crossfire Hurricane docs will finally show that the 2020 election was stolen?

Anyway. Here’s the link to Phil’s video if you haven’t already seen it. (6 minutes). I can’t link you to his private chat, though.

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Okay!! I think I better scoot!

Enjoy your Friday, wherever you are in the world!!

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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On Wednesday night, there was a tribute to Patti Smith at Carnegie Hall. Here are just a few of the many musicians who performed– Allison Mosshart, Flea, and Johnny Depp (7 mins):