a little bit of momma’s voodoo never hurt


notes from our los angeles heyday:

when i tended bar at the good old coach and horses a mysterious fella who had hair very similar to the very young keith richards (above) would come in, order a beer and sit in the darkest corner. the jukebox played the pretender’s:

Got brass in pocket
Got bottle Im gonna use it
Intention I feel inventive
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice

i knew one day he would be mine…


even if it meant i had to transport him to the desert, lock him up in a shanty and feed him nectar from the agave cactus.