heroin memory

I’ve always thought this guy was just a clever con that proved anyone can be famous for the sake of being famous if they know how to exploit social media; I’ve never found any of his work to be worth anything but eyebrow-raising surprise that he is patreon’d, blogged, hosted, and posted all over the virtual world–at a cost!

Then I saw this video, and it took me back to the cool, fiery jazz sessions I used to enjoy as a teen in Detroit–when friend and I would grab a gun and head downtown to watch live performances in some Hamtramck bar or downtown.

Hot, young, high, drunk, armed, and driving in the city; music meant something.  Thanks for the memory #CuckooMusic.