What a day I had.
I walked a ranch in Comptche, California. It's owned by the parents of Rita Coolidge. If lucky, I'm going to end up with a spread there. I've googled it, I can see it was the place for artists back in the 70's and 80's. It's still nice, but to see all of the names and stories... Nostalgia. Not like I was ever into The Dead, or Jefferson Airplane, but that is where these people were hanging. The Byrds hung out in this shadow of a nothing stop in the road. Booker T Jones had a house next door to the property we walked today. Why am I typing all of this?
The funny thing is, two people stopped me to ask about my b3ta t-shirt. I've never had that happen before. It was cool.
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Wed 9 Jun 2010, 4:06,
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The funny thing is, two people stopped me to ask about my b3ta t-shirt. I've never had that happen before. It was cool.