I’m jet-setting across the country again (big pimpin’ with a $130 cross-country direct flight) listening to my iPod & using Virgin Air free in-flight wi-fi to check Gmail, Facebook, etc. T-Rex cranking Electric Warrior… It’s a Brave New World.

Planet Queen
Perchance to dream
She used my head
Like an exploder
The Planet Queen

The worlds the same
I am to blame
She used my head
Like a revolver
The world’s the same

Well it’s all right
Love is what you want
Flying saucer take me away
Give me your daughter

Dragon head
Machine of lead
Cadillac King
Dancer in the midnight
Dragon head

Planet Queen
Perchance to dream
She used my head
Like a revolver
The world’s the same

I move into a big beautiful Victorian next to the Panhandle and then just jump right back to roadrunning. So it goes. For the moment all seems well in my world.

My only real hurdle for the winter seems to be turbo-charging the Blotter Empire. Gotta get the sites up to snuff to supplement $$$ from shows & slinging few prints in Golden Gate Park.

No complaints! Life is good! I’m stoked that I made the leap to Sam Fran’s Disco. Which begs the question “Why am I flying east?”

The heart has it’s reasons, it’s seasons and songs of it’s own. Back to roadrunning, but this time with a spacious room in SF to return to when I decide I’ve had enough of Ghetto Fabulous Wookie Wonderland.