luckenbach by moonlight

my ex called from berlin yesterday. seems we can speak without rancor again. so he says:

i loved the record. miss your piano on it, tho.

really? you and juj are the only ones who really know bout that.

well i missed it on there.

k, i will get it on the next.

so, i hear through the grapevine, youre seeing someone. tell me, jenny, does he treat you right?

well, there, folks, is the way to knit up any raveled sleeve: you just clear-cut straight through to the most central question of all, and with the one youve loved before.

then he told me a story about a film premiere he went to over there with the germans. wim wenders came in--did you see wings of desire?--, apparently hes a huge guy, a giant, a. called him. so he comes in, and keeps looking over at a. finally wim comes over and says, where do i know you from? um, no, i dont think weve met before. oh, i know, says wim, yeah, you were in a yahoo commercial that played tv during the superbowl a few years back, like maybe 2004. my ex was floored, of course. neither of us had seen the spot and he doesnt have any reel of it, but here's wim with a clear memory of his face from the thing. dang. my yahoo commercial didnt run during the superbowl, how bout yers?

anyway, its countdown. juliet arrives in a few days and man, we are so gonna get our time together on. i even think we may go fishing, thats my hope. ive never really been a fisherwoman but theres always the startup.

meantime, theres music. im going out to hunt down a piano and a way to pay a publicist. anybody know any good banks to rob? just kidding, watchdogs, if youre watchdogging... also, there was a snake incident over here the other day, i will have to tell you. it involved a showdown with a smith and wesson revolver, a little one as far as i know, since i dont know guns all that well. followed by a lonely showdown with a tarantula or something like one, it was a small black hairy spider that could see very well when i moved. i won. hoping to keep it that way. i shot it up with glass plus and then took it down with a heavy jacketless volumn of dostoyevsky's crime and punishment, just for irony. it was very sad but necessary.

how hard can it be to love? am i the only dummy out there? is there life after barbque? all these and more... but later. im going to work.