A nice, mellow Sunday night. Nothing much a happening tonight. Just a little after 8:00 and Bill is sleeping in bed already with his bad back. I’m listening to various Internet radio stations via iTunes. I was listening to WFMU, and then some trace/chill out/lounge things and presently listening to all Beatles, all the time, including solo stuff which is interesting if not dicey. For some odd reason Fux News is on and I can’t find the remote. At least the Beatles are drowning them out. Right now it’s Paul with Dave Stewart from the Eurythmics. Everything Beatles on Beatles-A-Rama.

It was a beautiful day and I walked around Hoboken and sat by the river by the 14th Street Pier. Lot’s of people walking around, though not as crowded as Pier A would be. I sat and listened to the iPod and finished reading articles on a fugitive and the progress that has been made in child birth over the past century or so. After getting so engrossed in an article, after finishing one I turn the page expecting more of the previous story that I had been reading. So after reading about an escaped convict and the reading about obstetrics I start to envision midwives on the run. America’s Most Wanted type scenarios.

I was listening to the various Squeeze tracks I have on the iPod then I played the Roches. Quite a diversion. From New Wave to folk things. The Roches are quite special to me and I’m thinking about going to see Maggie, Terre and Suzzy at the Society for Ethical Culture on the Upper West Side in November. The last time I saw them live was at Town Hall in the 1980’s I believe. Decent website, www.roches.com . I still have a certain fondness for Maggie. I always think I’ll run into her at Farfetched or somewhere in the East Village.

I walked down to Sinatra Park smoking a Padron and walking past the skateboarders and kite flyers. It was a gorgeous day. I was overdressed in a denim jacket but wasn’t sweating. I sat and started reading a Paul Krassner book that my brother Frank gave me for my birthday and listened to Elton John, ‘Tumbleweed Connection’ That was a classic album I had back in the day. I remember I found a 5-dollar gift certificate in my mother’s drawer and went to Bamberger’s and bought the album. I loved it and felt very guilty because I was guilty of taking that gift certificate.

My sister had the album, but she didn’t trust me to take care of it so therefore I had to get my own. There were always arguments about each other’s records growing up on Riverview Avenue. Most of the time it was about, ‘No you can’t play mine. Get your own!’ That usually resulted in doubles or sometimes triples of the same album. I do remember my father preventing me from buying the Rolling Stones, ‘Some Girls’ album with the soon to be recalled cover because my brother Brian had it already. Brian wouldn’t share with me and even though I had my own money, my father forbid me buying it. That album is now on sale for 7.98!

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!