Not much to do today. Bagels, Papers, whatnot. Last night, Juan came over and we watched ‘The US versus John Lennon’. It was alright. Not the best documentary. It got Bill thinking that John Lennon’s murder was a political assassination. Wouldn’t be the first time I heard that. It was actually Juan’s suggestion. A decent one at that. Song popped in via Yahoo instant messenger and said hello before he went out to lunch in Sydney with his boyfriend Ray. It was afternoon there. Juan hung out for a bit after that, playing me some excellent songs. I gave him 3 cd’s that I burned which he left behind. How Freudian.

With the ‘new’ computer and the restoring of my iPod and iTunes I’ve been going through a lot of unmarked or improperly marked songs. So I busy myself correcting and categorizing songs. And here are some of them.

Heat Wave – Martha and the Vandellas.
What a great happy song! Really gets you going. 2:44 of fun and sun. The Funk Brothers sound on top of their game of course, and the girls just sound so joyous. That call and response and that see sawing piano. Pure pop. One of Motown’s best ever.

Want More- Bob Marley
Live at the Roxy I believe. In Los Angeles. Great concert it seems. So intense. The bass is so heavy. Almost a dub version. I would’ve loved to have been there. This will have to do in any event.

Moonlight in Glory- Brian Eno & David Byrne
From the influential, ‘My Life in the Book of Ghosts’ A lot of people, including Chuck D. from Public Enemy have said this was a classic record for them. It really is a great one. I have it on three different albums and some cassettes and I was able to digitize ‘Qu’Ran’ a song deleted in the eighties so as not to offend Muslims. Well I was offended with the deletion so there!

I’ll Always Love My Mama- The Intruders
I think my sister turned me onto this song. I always associate her with it and I’m thinking red Volkswagen Beetle, before the fire. Definite mid seventies disco and I like it.

Last Train to Clarksville- The Monkees
Who was really better? The Beatles or the Monkees? I recall arguments that people had about that, around the same time Judy Foglio thought ‘Hey Jude’ was written for her.

The Same Old Song- The Four Tops
I really like the Four Tops. I think they were the better of the two, between them and the Temptations. Levi Stubbs had such an excellent voice. Classic Motown once again.

Nights in White Satin – The Moody Blues
Oh my god. Classic FM radio. This song was always playing sometime, somewhere. I met Justin Hayward when I was in the recording studio world and the man is toast. Sort of like Ozzy Osbourne.

I’m Walking- Fats Domino
Now this is before my time. I remember hearing it on commercials for Golden Oldies when I was growing up, and now here it is on an mp3. Kinky.

Rikki Don’t Lose that Number- Steely Dan
One of the best bands to ever take their name from a dildo in Naked Lunch by William Burroughs. But what does it all mean? Is Rikki a man or a woman? No idea.

That’s it. That’s my community service.

Well I’ve reloaded 6370 songs into the iPod. Not so difficult having dome the most of it last night. Finishing with Yello, ‘Stella’. I was loading album by album, reducing duplications. It’s not finished yet, still have a lot of fine tuning to do. It was around 12:45 when I stopped and went to bed. Conan was really funny as usual. I have to DVR Conan and forgo the Daily Show since I watch it most every night anyhow. Slept fairly well. Bill was out cold, but his body gave off lot’s of heat. Physically speaking I mean. The bed was nice and warm when I got into it.

Since I went to bed about an hour later than usual, I woke up an hour later than usual. Bill was at his keyboards, hammering away at the keys with his headphones on. He has an engagement at his church tomorrow so he was practicing away. I made some coffee and had a shower, then I sat and read emails. So much porn, so little time. Ran out, dropped off dry cleaning, shoes to be mended, picked up bagels, newspapers and groceries. Such an simple life, if I say so myself.

Breakfast was good, eggs, bagel, coffee. Like every other weekend I suppose. Papers still fixated on Anna Nicole Smith. The press she so desperately sought is piled on thick. It took her death to achieve her life’s wish. That’s some kind of irony. The war rages on and the useless non binding resolution is being voted on. I guess it’s a vote of no confidence. Bill was out the door soon enough and I started doing laundry. Endlessly fascinating I know. Spoke with Julio about the plan to go to Burlington Coat Factory with Stine.

Surprisingly, Julio joined us. I replaced the hat that I bought two weeks ago with the same kind and it was on sale making it three dollars cheaper. President’s Day Weekend sale. I think Julio enjoys shopping for clothes with me, he listens to what I have to say in the sartorial sense at least. Unfortunately Burlington Coat Factory has a lot of crap. Another depressing place to shop. Syms is like that too, but at least you can find good bargains. Hello Hugo Boss. Those were the Wanker Banker days though when I was making decent money. Argh.

Had a lackluster lunch at the Malibu Diner. Really sub par. I’ll think twice about going there again. It was nice hanging out with Julio and Stine. Such good company. Stine was talking about making a leg of lamb for dinner which would be fantastic. I haven’t had that in a few years. One of my mother’s specialties.

Presently watching Peter Jackson’s King Kong. I love it. Of course it’s not as good as the 1930’s version, but it’s way better than the 1970’s Dino De Laurentis version. It really brings me back to the movies I used to love and were on WOR Channel 9 a lot. Like everyday for a week. This is also one of those experiences where I get so much more from a film on television than I do in a movie theater. At least during the big spectacles, there is so much going on the screen you don’t get a chance to take it all in. I do know I’m enjoying this King King on television more that I did in a theater. Nothing against the movies, I love the whole ‘movie going experience’, but some movies are better watched at home.

I am such a boy watching King Kong.