Not Mike, no not Micheal Jackson?  I have become one of the jaded, ex Micheal people, and there was decent reason to be….not fully behind the fella.  Freaky reactions to the rigors of child super sensation has to be kinda hard, and simply put.. fucked up.  Every since he took Brook Shields and Emanuel Lewis out on the same date, the jury has been out, and the allegations…. I have feeling were somewhat true, thats tough, its hard to let a hero fall in your mind, and thats what happened with Mike and me.  I have had many a dances with my Mom and brothers, chill style in our living rooms of the past, with Off The Wall, and Thriller (though my Moms love for his music might have been over with Thriller) blasting out of the system, and thanks to this fucked up Ex of my Mothers whose name was Hence, well…. Hence had a boomin’ system, complete with reel to reel, and cable radio!  Things fell off for me with Bad.  Would sound decent now for some reason, ok… because Micheal just died, but really, nothing can touch Off The Wall.  I’m going to listen to the whole thing tomorrow after work, why wait until tomorrow?  Its 12:50am right about now, so for building respect, i’ll wait until I can bump proper.  This might be the most cruel thing ever, but I think something good will come out of his death at the age of 50, we can always remember the bad, but the good always seems to last longer in history, sure everything ever said about the guy will come up when he is brought up, the good and the bad.  I”m going to remember him not only for all things OFF THE WALL, but i’m going to have that little kid giggle talk he has with Paul in The Girl Is Mine…. I mean come on, “We all know, that people are the same wherever you you… There is good and bad… in every one….. if we learn to live…”  Yeah, different song I know, but what?  You gonna hate on Ebony and Ivory?

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Everyone just slow down a bit with the complaints about the heat.  Yeah, it is 82 already, not even noon, but really?  Just think back to two weeks ago.  I spun some tunes outside one evening and it was like just 50, with even colder mist in the air.  “Where is Summer?” was the battle cry, and well… its here.  I obviously feel it, but geez, at least were not wearing a coat out in this stuff, like my dog Poppy.  Our walks are a bit shorter when it not late night, or early eve, he is glued to the floor right now, not really moving.  It is his play dead trick, but not on command, more out of neccesity.  So yeah, go out and have a great summer day, feel the heat, and enjoy the sun down coolness that should just be hours away.  Oh wait, I forgot us folks here in Chicago don’t get that eve cool down, now wait… I’m thinking I might not enjoy this heat for several months strait. Ha! I kid, lets rock it summer style.

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churple churple, peep these from Lyle Hodges. Computer Trip!  put it on 10.  Thunderfang

I’m not going to go into all the super dope shit Lyle has been a part of, and who he has influenced, but the point of this is for you to peep the goodness coming to your ears from the island of Manhattan, via the dope water supplies of Champaign Illinois, thats how we do, don’t sleep on Bless You, this is a cut I like a lot, back to basics kinda like some liquerette song from the past.  You can peep Lyle’s writings, videos, and other tid bits at his blog site lyleluvit

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Now I kind of like this.   Don’t tell Tara at Sprout, she’d give me shit, because I was riding her pretty hard about picking up this line.  I thought they were a bit too sweet, you know?  Lacking substance or some high minded bull like that…..  Now I’m thinking they are bizarre, and that’s whey we have them.  Bizarre has a place.

How did people get so… seperated?  Lots of love around wth people and their people, but sometimes, the others, those outside of ones usual group of friends and family, those peeps get poo’d on.  Games about how to get over, exposed ugly.  Who are these people with all of the resources of disgust?   Those trappings that tell the world that you are not like them, your broke, they roll.  I think i might be letting something go here on this small grouping of words, something that might have germinated from an interaction with a full coater.  She didn’t actually have a fur coat on at all, it was storming, and humid, near 85 degrees.  So yeah, no coat, but if it were cold, like January in Chicago, that raisin ass bitch would be wearing a full leanth for sure, and I would have had my evil radar flash from the distant view of cuchie face in fur.  Yep, it just went there, and well…. I feel better.  The best of Jimi Hendrix side 3.  Lovely.

Thats about it, there is a monster storm that is suppose to be on the way, I figure the rain always tricks my dog Poppy into thinking that he doesn’t have to do his business…  So this storm at least owes me a close strike.  Nothing too dangerous, but maybe like 25 feet away, enough to feel the buzz of electricity.  Time to hop on the bike and head to work.

What an ill declaration eh?  But here’s whats up, its true.  The menu there is worthy, tapas, thoughtful salads, several sandwiches…. wait, I’m getting a bit lost here.  The Burgers….  They are named after people, artist mostly.   I have had four different people, and one of them several times.  That one is called the Shakespeare Burger.  1/2lb burger that was clearly hand molded into the big ass burger it was.  Mushrooms and onions sauteed nicely, under some solidly amounted Swiss cheese.  If you eat meat, this sounds good, if you don’t…. uhm, sorry.  Back to the Burger, I left out  some very yummy bacon placed on top of the cheese!  I eat bacon about twice a month, maybe just once…. OK 4 times,   But its on this burger mostly.   The two sisters that run the spot are a nice chill presence that completes the food nicely.  Peace to Veronica.  They kinda keep it on the fast fry style with the fries, I’d roll with the salad as the side option.  They deliver…. Dang! ” Super Nintendo Sega Genesis” That’s the vibe of this burger.

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Just had to share that feeling.  I”m bliss zilla out by this music.  The cover alone is lovely, Monk hangin out of the front door of a trolley car, the #526 to be exact.  Cut and paste from back in the day for sure, and just nice.   The music.  I”m not going to talk about the music much, the feeling from it is light, polished, and heavy with bounce and sway.  Everything Happens To Me has me wafting in smile.   There is something about many things fitting into a space they seem  unable able to fit into.  That might just be the afternoon sun hitting my thoughts just right, or even just wrong.  However things are aligned, it feels nice to settle into summer.  I’m here and now, but I could have been anywhere, anytime with these notes.  What a funny crap line just there, I might be the modern day album liner note joker.   The point about what Monk is really causing here, is the softness of my shoulders, stress jumped off in the middle of side 2.

Iran, right now…. folks are up and at it.  Peacefully gathering with a will to be felt.   And if they are forced upon, it will be justly,  the blow from defense.  I”m not really sure where I was going with that.  Just a fuzzy flow.  Something like the writing gits I would get at the Dancing Goat, OLy way.  Wired from the shots of espresso that I was sipping on for the first times, still a baby my coffee addictions were.  I was on some race, class, and gender overload style writings, trying my best to be a bell hooks.  I think i’m at the goat with this, from the start of Iran, is because of something about a need to smell the moss in moist woody Northwest.  I have a trail in F lot to find, I have to get a piece of chicken at the most silly KFC ever, at the very tip of the Southen most point of Pueget Sound.  Right there next to the salmon ladder, where the harbor seals chill and get full from the high stepping salmon, I have to peep Priest Point Park, walk up to the Mill House, maybe head to Lacy for some Korean bbq.    So yeah, I gots to head that way.  Peter Bohmer might be behind my thoughts on Iran now that I think about it.  I love it.  That dude is a super teach prof fella.  He trusted me to write something called the Free Lunch, if you’ve ever actually had the free lunch program, lunch tickets and all,  you know what i’m saying.   Ok, then…

Peep it, come by sometime and buy your mom a lilac bush, or even better buy yourself an red bud tree.  Either way,  your most likely going to feel good about putting some oxygen into the air.  Maybe while your putting green into the planet, your also say….. eating strawberries that you just picked.  All that sounds good.  You get it right? , Sprout Home.  Vegetables are 1/2 off, and they need to be freed to grow. 

Wow, look at the 7 footer just fold under the pressure.  Pau Gasol looked like a decent center next to this joke.  So selfish, and so lame, and look what we have now…. Another laker championship.  Come on Dwight, and the dude has the worst name in sports, Superman.. Stupid stupid stupid.  At least the season is over, and I can just chill out on that shit until the Bulls get going next fall.  D Rose tossing gang signs in old photo’s…. whatever, you can find that same thing with most silly boys living in hoodish areas, gang or not, you just know how to toss a sign. But really, Dwight Howard is a chump.  Lame ass 50′s looking mustache.