Just to Say

Just to say. . . my friend Q has a long and phenomenal track record with music.  He has been a DJ of some wonderful repute, though I admit I do not know much about these things.  He tried to tell me for years, but it has all escaped me.  I did go to a party once in the East Village given for him and his model friend who shared the midnight overlap of a birthday, and there I saw/heard him perform.  I had fun.  I used to refer to him as a "disc jockey," but he would not have that.  He was a performer and was flown around the world to perform.  I enjoyed that vicariously.

But now I want him to be a D.J. disc jockey like on the radio.  I want him to have his own radio show. How do I make that happen?  His tastes and knowledge are eclectic and thorough, and I know he'd be wonderful at the banter (perhaps some of you could call in to harangue and argue with him) because he is a flawed and fallen genius.  He is at moments grand and self destructive, and it would play wonderfully with a certain crowd.  How do I make an internet radio station?  After driving through California listening to all the wonderful radio shows (that are nowhere else), I wonder how to make it happen.  I want to listen to the broad flux and dross of what he'd play.  He is prideful of his ability to mix one tune with another.  I'd like to hear this in non-clubish music, jazz followed by hillbilly followed by folk, etc.

It's just been on my mind for a long time, and California brought it to the forefront.  That's all.

The cat has made up with me, so I am sneezing and blowing my nose once again.  And after taking care of all last night's business (but for opening the mail), I watched a hideously awful movie with Mickey Rourke, Megan Fox, and Bill Murray called "Passion Play."  It is a weird tale of a girl with wings.  I didn't finish watching last night, so I can't spoil the ending for you, though the movie may do that on its own.  As I watched, though, I couldn't decide if I look more like Rourke or Murray.  They both look rough in this one.  Yikes.