Tonight’s dinner was plump chicken breasts, marinated for a couple of hours with 2 crushed garlic cloves, olive oil, salt, pepper, Herbes de Provence, a few chili flakes and then well sauteed in olive oil over med-high heat. Served with crispy roasted potatoes and green beans steamed with baby tomatoes.
It was so good I didn’t have time to take a picture.
Frank Zappa, Jerry Garcia, Brian Jones
And all those Grateful Rolling Mothers
Taught me that play is serious business
That play lives in the moment
That play is life
That an extended bluesy riff
Is infinitely more important than a timeclock
That a jiving rolling rock tune
Weighs so much more than a brand new car each year
So much more than a mortgage
And a closet of three-piece suits
That Janis Joplin was more beautiful than Ally MacBeal
That Jim Morrison and Jimi Hendrix
died for our sins
that their deaths preceeded ours by just a blink
in geological time
that if music be the food of love
I am obese with passion
That a great rythym guitar is better
Than bad sex
And that great sex is even better with rock and roll pounding in your head.
Play on, dead heroes
Play on and on and on ….