Billion dollar musicians • brokedown musicians • naked mole rats • redesigning the American dime

Fast women, slow horses. Tom Waits sings Jitterbug Boy, a song with a less referenced subtitle — Sharing A Curbstone With Chuck E. Weiss, Robert Marchese, Paul Body and The Mug and Artie. Basically a murderers row of the 1970s LA street poets, drunks, and drunk poets.. This song, in my mind, is the quintessential expression of the nightcrawling LA scene. Fast women, slow horses … unreliable sources. And a live version from 1977. 

Deeply crated Los Angeles funky soul. My Baby by Three Apples and the Oranges, and brilliantly sampled in this Freddie Gibbs remix. Reissued by Egon Alapatt and the great Now Again label. 

This is what a billion dollar artist looks like. Single ladies blended with a Nolo brass band who interpolates Rebirth Brass Band. But is it about Jay Z? On spotify.

I am in central mexico and heard this song while sitting at a cafe with an old field stone floor and it was good. 

“A night time designer.” Outsourcing biological evolution so that humans can navigate in the dark.  

Did George Saunders make this up? The $15 million dollar five-years-in-the-making Trail of Tears rest stop along I-57 → link.  

Naked mole rats. So, they are neither rats, nor naked. But OK. Why, of all the unclothed animals, do these guys get this designation? Apparently they are blessed with unusual longevity.

A moving platform, 2 dancers, and a simple concept, staged at Le Pantheon, Paris. Choreography with The Coronation of Charlemagne in the background, and an interpretation of power and relationships in the foreground. 

Aggression without diplomacy is brutality. How about the redesign of the new American dime?