3 May 2008.
Dearest Friends, I didn't mean to skip out on you like that. No, really, I didn't. But things got hectic, time got slippery, and it all slid out of my hands like a greased eel...
I'm in New York, you see, and will be for the rest of the week, helping Mother prepare for her move.
I'm trying to keep my expectations simple. So I'm only asking for three things:
Compassion to dilute anger.
Calm in the face of destructive emotions.
And just one night when I can f'ing tie it on and rip up the city.
Oops, don't think that last one's in the dharma.
The Moldy Peaches - NYC's Like A Graveyard (buy here or e-here)
Johnny Thunders & The Heartbreakers - Born To Loose (buy here)
New York Dolls - Jet Boy (buy here)
P.S. Contrast Podcast is out tomorrow, showcasing songs with talky bits in them. Do drop by to see what's on offer. And following on from last week's episode about the deadly sin of sloth, this one's for Dearest Marcy, specially by request: