Scritti Politti White Bread Black Beer
Roches Keep on Doing
Beatles Abbey Road
Morrissey Bona Drag

I heard from my dear friend Jane after leaving messages for her over the years. Unfortunately, I was at the main fruit stand, so a proper conversation was not to be had. We scheduled a phone call for Saturday afternoon at 2 pm.

Jane has been a lifesaver for me. 24 years ago, when I was making the leap into the corporate world, Robert Isacco had set forth a test to screen applicants at Wanker Banker or Putnam Lovell NBF. I did well on most of the test except for arithmetic. I choked. I think Jane called at that moment and was able to do these fractions over the phone, which gave me access to a good-paying job.

I am, as I said earlier, at the main fruit stand. Not as laid back as my usual fruit stand. I had hoped to be able to go to my desk and meet two legendary producers, Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis, but instead withdrew my request for the good of the team.

It seems I have prickly heat on my chest. My chest has been itchy lately, and looking up online using some bat shit artificial intelligence, it was determined that my sweat glands are clogged. Well, that’s what it said, and it is what I choose to believe.

Cocteau Twins – Treasure

Who knows what goes on in this head of mine? I received an email regarding a new employee in this fruit stand, and his last name brought to my mind a book and a movie called ‘Christ Stopped at Eboli’. I’ve never read the book nor seen the movie, and yet it resides in my head.

They are still recovering from Lex Luthor’s exile. He is not to return, so bad was his exit. People wanted to help, but Lex could not admit he had a problem, and the first step to solving a problem is to admit that you have a problem. I did think that working with him would be good, but now I know better.

White Bread Black Beer by Scritti Politti. Reminds me of Juan. 2006, when we started hanging out a lot. Road to No Regret brings me to the Spa Diner, a greasy spoon where Juan and I had breakfast the day after the Wolff Olins holiday party. Juan brought me home in his car, and he slept on the couch.

Keep on Doing by the Roches. This reminds me of Jet Watley. He bought his copy ay Disc-O-Mat in Grand Central during lunchtime. I was precocious then. I am always amazed at the different kinds of people who enjoy the Roches. They were popular at Farfetched which shouldn’t be surprising.

Abbey Road by the Beatles reminds me of my brother Frank. He gave it to me on July 5, 1976, after backing out of taking me to a Bicentennial party. It was my first Beatles album and their last recorded. A lot of people say it is their favorite, though mine would be Revolver.

Bona Drag by Morrissey. It’s a collection of Morrissey’s first singles, and it reminds me of Gus McKenzie, an old boyfriend from 46 years ago. There are quite a few great songs on it, before anyone had an idea what lurked in that heart of his.

Treasure by Cocteau Twins—another Jet Watley memory. Jet was infatuated with the Cocteaus and a lot of releases on the 4AD label. I eventually got into them as well and have been playing them lately. Really good stuff.

Somehow, I found myself online talking to some guy with dreads who referred to me as a vanilla creamy cupcake, which I thought was flattering, and I’m sure he intended it to be so.

It was a good weekend. Out of the ordinary. Mike came over on Friday night, and that was fun. Saturday was the day of the family reunion in Bordentown. I went to bed according to my sleep schedule, leaving Mile awake to make his videos and take his pictures.

I tried to write while at work, though the atmosphere was dubious, and I did not make it past the first 2 paragraphs. Not a big deal as I am now at home typing in front of my computer for tonight’s entry in this here blog.

The dubious atmosphere was because the one formerly known as Lex Luthor seems to have been cut free from the fruit stand. He’s had his kidney problems, and those problems were not likely helped by his drinking problem, which seemed to be under control until last week or so. He did have a seizure last month and was taken away in an ambulance, and yet no one knew anything about the drinking problem.

He had words with Janice and served food to Kimberly that had shards of glass in it. He was oblivious to his situation, sending out a text message to some of us that had a shared direct message asking about whether or not he was able to return to work with a doctor’s note. It seems most unlikely, though weirder things have been known to happen. Still, I don’t know whether or not the fruit stand would open its arms to him once more.

I will be working at his desk tomorrow, next to Janice and Kimberly. I expect to be finding out more about what happened and what will happen. I do know big names are expected at my usual fruit stand, and I will be at the big fruit stand. I asked on Friday before I left for the weekend if I could make it back to my lil’ ol fruit stand, and I could almost hear Yancey’s eyes roll back in his head as he reluctantly approved it, but it’s not 100%.

I suppose I will find out tomorrow whether or not that will actually happen. It would be nice to meet Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis. And the office rumor floating around was that Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis would have a special guest with them. Which would be really cool, and I know if Mike were around, he would more than likely spurt as he adores this special person.

Mike has been sending me links to various people walking on the beach, insisting that Jeffrey Epstein was still alive and the body that was found was the brother of Hillary Clinton, Tony Rodham. I don’t know. I don’t claim to know. I wish there were someone I knew and trusted who could look at these files and let me know what they think, but everyone is too busy to do such a deep dive.