Yeah, she winked at me through the tv; the soon to be VP (babe). She winked at me, Joe Chateuneuf-du-Pape. Wow.
And while Congress tries to stuff a trillion dollars into an eight hundred billion dollar bailout sack, check out Cheney by the the back door. Who is gonna miss him? No one but a bunch of bomb-building rich guys.
   But we will miss Kimon, who is heading west with the setting sun. He was the younger brother we didn't grow up with. But older and when you counted to four he was always there, but he's gone now...
  What interesting times this week has brought us. Upside down is topsy-turvey. Was it five in six, or six gigs in five days we played? I know there was Dinty's van and at least five states; driving with Rose until the river meets the sea.  Matt Malikowski dropping a pin from from the sound board in NYC and us hearing it; and when Laura Cortese sang K-I-S-S-I-N-G under that tent in the dusk we were all citizens of Montpelier, with candles floating on the river and the carrot man in the crowd...
 Dan Kellar made us sound just like the CD on Friday (as Jen did on Thursday night), sawing us back home to the Lizard Lounge. But no more White Lightnin'? It's the damdest thing? Say it ain't so Joe. I guess Chandler said it best at the Precinct bar when he sang Kimon on his way in the immortal words of Bob Whathisname.
And you always hurt the one you love...
Farewell brother Kirk.