So I got into it with my editor–he said he wanted me to stop reviewing Starbucks for a while. He said I was getting “too close.” I said, “What are you talking about?” not realizing I was holding a French press in one hand and a slice of zucchini bread in the other.
I just received an e-mail from Ubiquity regarding a couple of events that should probably be added to the music calendar…….
Having no outdoor grill, I’m unable to take full advantage of the meaty goodness and knowledge base at Marconda’s Meats at the Fairfax &3rd Farmer’s Market.
Grill or no, I am still fully eligible for purchasing by-the-pound fresh sausage from the daily-crafted hogsheads in the display window.
It is 1985 and the skies are grey. The Cold War is on and the U.S. and U.K. are hungover in the midst of stingy Reagan-Thatcher rule. The advent of the ugly yuppie class has sent jaded university kids retreating into the beauty of music and art, and naturally, the two have co-mingled into a budding genre of art music, where the visual component will be as important as the sound.
