Greetings from The Institute

(very) loosely recalled late nite Stevie White;

Nicholson dropped in on Springsteen, so Bruce surfed straight into the jetty, jumped onto the rocks and walked to shore. Jersey style!

Greenough was almost lecturing at the local university and one of Andreini's friends was enjoying a glass of wine and the scenery of Jay Dee Dougherty's drumming.

I'm usually the weird one but except when it comes to dentists with past lives therapists.

Parrish said he had a few boards sitting around that he shaped too thick.

(...the anti-orgone group from Hoagie Camp kept me from posting this earlier, last month even.)

Renaming Bridges

AM legends or 'Yo, we sell shit for like 60-50% cheaper than what you pay for it in the store.'  Mobile morning!   1-2-5 and no Apollo...'Yo Ma, what size UGGS you wear?'

Paul Brewer bassist, older guru and Lynchy stylist of the Windy Hills on a certain surname, "What the fuck is his name...Macchiato?"