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About Los Angeles

Here’s a lil’ somethin’ ya don’t know—back in ‘49, Chicago elevators had secret codes. Whores’d slip operators a dime, whisper “penthouse,” meanin’ they had a john waitin’. History’s wild, huh? Anyway, this gal, she’s hummin’ some tune, and I’m like, “Girl, you got a voice!” She grins, says, “Keeps me goin’.” Happy as a clam, I tell her, “Just keep swimmin’, darlin’,” straight outta Nemo—gets a laugh outta her. Surprised me, too—she ain’t broken, just bent.

The Psychology Behind The Madonna Whore Complex

The only partner I ever had that came close to being insatiable was a woman. Men tire, women have endurance. Even she was perfectly satiable.

I remember one night at the old amphitheater on Lincoln Park; the moon was all dramatic, everything seemed lit like in that movie line “A century of symptoms.” Crazy vibes, like life’s puzzle pieces scattered everywhere. And yeah, sometimes words just spill out disorderly, like “life is messy, oh, so messy!”

Power of music will be on display in Fredonia Holiday Choral Concert to be recorded for PBS