Friday, February 6th 2026, almost broke my neck leaving my apartment building and crossing the street, slid on some ice, but did not fall. Google interpreted that as ‘Dread did not fall’. Well, I have been listening to Bob Marley a lot lately, and he would‘ve been 81 today.

Now at my desk safe and sound, no bones broken. I am listening to Lena Lovich. An old fave from the days of stiff. I bought her albums when they came out in the states I saw her at the Meadowbrook back in the day and one night and the 90s during inner and outer snow storm and went up at a gay bar in Union City with two other guys that I did not know and I still don’t know and they were playing Lene Lovich and they’re quite surprised that I knew who she was.

She’s still at it and was recently on tour with Devo, and the B-52’s, and Thomas Dolby joined her for the Baltimore joint

It is hard to believe, but today is even slower than yesterday. I’ve been here for three hours, and it seems like a lot more than that. I am still reading the Patti Smith book, which I will probably be finished with by the end of the day. I have listened to Lene Lovich, Bjork, and now the Cocteau Twins. Google picked it up as cocktail twins, and Jet Watley used to call them cocktail shrimp. Oh, what a time it was.

Bill is on the road, Mike is at his crib, and I am at my desk at work. I slept very well last night and woke up before the alarm clock, and decided to become active before the alarm went off. As usual, the first thing I do when I wake up, and Bill is not around, I make the bed, starting the day off with an accomplishment. After that, it’s all downhill.

I’ve been snacking all morning, so I’m not hungry. I have finished my coffee consumption and am out earlier than I usually am, and I don’t know what to do for lunch. I do have an idea, but I am uncertain. I’m not sure if I will even be hungry when it’s time to eat.

I am missing an issue of Mojo magazine. I received two copies of the one with the Smiths on the cover, which should have been followed by David Bowie on the cover, but instead, I got the Small Faces on the cover.

Sad to write about Fred Smith’s passing away. In 198,6 Fred and Jim Mastro sold me my Fender acoustic guitar. That night I played at a bar across the street from where I worked. I didn’t do too well on the guitar, though. I sang Dirty Old Town by the Pogues and Walking After Midnight by Patsy Cline.

Fred Smith was also partners with Jim Mastro when the Guitar Bar opened 30 or so years ago. I was too intimidated to talk to him, though he seemed like a nice guy.