—— but not on the radio, lately, at least not on my time slot. First, Riverhead’s Polish Town festival, then Fiddle & Folk festival, then Bradstock. All are worthy shows, and I’m glad to step aside for them. I think next up is Valerie Wilcox, with Classical, my usual alternator. So it’s a long time between playlists.
When I get back, there’ll be new old stuff from Coleman Hawkins, Caroline Peyton, and David Brenner, and new new stuff from Hillary Scott, Bill Morrissey, and Mae. Also, acappella fans will get a dose of Cosmos, a superb band from Latvia.
My personal life? Oy vey… They dump me before they pick me up. I once dated Kim Possible, but when we got to commitment-time, she wouldn’t promise anything for sure. For a few weeks I dated Hello Kitty, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get her to smile. And then there’s Wonder Woman — all she wanted from me was to do weird games using her lasso. (…tugging on my virtual necktie…) So I went to a matchmaking service. They made me pay for the phosphorus.
Then I went to another one, Yente To The Cosmos. They’re not kidding — they hooked me up with a six-eyed warted silica crawler from Alpha Centauri. We met on neutral ground, at the Tattooine Cantina. As the band played, she smiled, and said, “let’s dance”. Right… dance with a partner with no feet, lubricated by goo. As we held each other, I was noticing her eyes. I was looking into two of them, but the others were checking out four other guys! She left with one of the clarinet players. Hey, I can’t keep this up — interplanetary dating doesn’t come cheap.
0-for-August. The story of my life (sigh).