Well I am back on the pc thanks to Bill, and I got my iTunes back. Not the accursed version, iTunes 7, but was able to download iTunes 6.0.5.20 which is what I used to have before Harpy suggested I try the ‘oh so groovy iTunes 7’. I was on the phone with Apple support for over an hour, talking to Avi in India and Frans in California. Neither one could help though they tried. All I need was Bill to hook up the wireless connection and I was able to work it out myself by going backwards, not forward.
I slept well last night, on a Friday night I went to sleep at 11:00. I was watching TV with Bill on the couch while reading Mojo Magazine. Great article on Jimi Hendrix in 1966 London, and the usual Friday night watching of ‘Real Time with Bill Maher’ didn’t seem promising since I could barely keep my eyes open. All the writing about Jimi turning on the Swinging London scene was swimming on the page without the use of lysergic. Maybe it was a contact through the paper stock it was printed on or maybe I was just so physically exhausted.
I think it was the latter since as soon as my head hit the pillow at 11:05 I was out cold It was a cold night and needed a blanket for the first time this season. It felt nice and I slept until 8:00 this morning with no dreams, or memories of dreams, being chased by recent Irish immigrants in the Bronx. Woke up and got some bagels for Bill and myself as well as the newspapers. Very lazy day underneath a cloudy gray Saturday morning. Made myself a nice breakfast and read the papers while drinking my coffee. Bill got up and tried some crunches on the floor mat despite his bad back.
I did the laundry and watched a DVD of Tom Snyder’s Tomorrow Show featuring Patti Smith. The Jam and Public Image Ltd.’s John Lydon (nee Rotten) and Keith Levine. Levine was easy going and soft spoken and Lydon was a bit of a prat for no particular reason. I had read about that broadcast soon after it happened and now with a space of twenty three years, I can see Lydon being a little dick. Still like his music though. My mother used to wear my old PiL sweatshirt. Quite an interesting look for her and I regret not having any pictures.
Tonight it’s hanging out at home with Bill again, I’m a lot more energetic after being in the sun for a bit this afternoon when it broke through. It was beaming as I wandered around the streets making my way from dry cleaner to dry cleaner and off to the post office to drop off the Tomorrow Show and a very good documentary on Glenn Tilbrook, formerly of Squeeze and all around nice guy and great singer songwriter and entertainer. I definitely plan on seeing him next time he’s around. It’s really a good DVD and I recommend it, especially if you like Squeeze. It’s called Glenn Tilbrook: One for the Road. Cheers!