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.