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.
Google Gemini rewrite in a Jamaican patois
Friday, February 6th, 2026. Bwoy, a almost bruk mi neck leavin’ di buildin’ an’ a cross di road. Mi slide pon some ice, but mi neva drop. Google hear mi a talk an’ tink mi seh, “Dread neva fall.” Well, mi been a listen to nuff Bob Marley lately, an’ di Gong woulda turn 81 today. Legend.
Right now, mi deh a mi desk safe an’ sound, no bone nuh bruk. Mi a listen to Lene Lovich. A one a mi o’ g faves from dem “Stiff” days. Mi buy her album dem long time when dem just drop inna di States. Mi see her a Meadowbrook back inna di day, an’ mi memba one night inna di 90s, heavy snow storm a gwan, an’ mi end up a one gay bar inna Union City wid two man mi nuh know—still don’t know dem to dis day. Di DJ play Lene Lovich an’ di man dem did surprise seh mi know her music.
She still a dwiit, yuh know? She was just pon tour wid Devo an’ B-52’s, an’ even Thomas Dolby join her fi di Baltimore show.
## Di Vibes a Work
Trust mi, today slower dan even yesterday. Mi deh yah fi three hours now, but it feel like a whole lifetime pass. Mi still a read di Patti Smith book; mi shoulda finish it by evening time. Mi done listen to Lene Lovich, Bjork, an’ now di Cocteau Twins. Google hear “Cocktail Twins,” an’ mi memba Jet Watley used to call dem “Cocktail Shrimp.” Tings did wild back den!
Bill deh pon di road, Mike deh a him yard, an’ mi just deh yah a mi desk. Mi sleep sweet last night, wake up even before di alarm shout. Mi decide fi get active early. As usual, when Bill nuh deh ’round, first ting mi do a fix di bed. Start di day wid an achievement, yuh zimme? After dat, everyting just go downhill.
Mi been a snack all mornin’, so mi nuh really hungry. Coffee done, an’ mi finish it earlier dan usual, so mi nuh too sure wah fi do fi lunch. Mi have a lil’ idea, but mi head nuh set yet. Mi might not even hungry when di time reach.
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## Music & Memories
Mi notice mi missin’ a Mojo magazine. Mi get two copy a di one wid The Smiths pon di cover, which shoulda been followed by David Bowie, but instead, dem send mi Small Faces.
It sad fi hear ’bout Fred Smith passin’. Inna 1986, Fred an’ Jim Mastro sell mi a Fender acoustic guitar. Dat same night, mi play a one bar across from where mi work. Mi neva do too great pon di guitar, but mi sing “Dirty Old Town” by The Pogues an’ “Walking After Midnight” by Patsy Cline.
Fred was Jim Mastro partner when Guitar Bar open ’bout 30 years ago. Mi did too shy fi talk to him, but him did look like a nice soul. Walk good, Fred.
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