Dim Lights, Thick Smoke And Loud, Loud Music (Chrysta Bell)
Friday, 23rd November 2012.
L is gone, at least for the week, so I go to Ø to drink. he’s an anesthesiologist (!) at the local hospital, and we go way back.
we talk about Neil Young and “Cortez The Killer” and I tell him about “Ragged Glory” and how Dwight Yoakam was my first man love after Elvis. then we listen to Chrysta Bell sing about “Real Love“.