9.25.25 - ANYTHING FOR COFFEE

SUNDAY 9.21.25

KCMO

Dear hippie habaneros, ribald reapers, and serene serranos,

Oh coffee, I kneel at your golden carafe, I tithe 98% of my income to you, I go door to door in a white shirt and navy blue slacks for you. I burn the Magna Carta and The Constitution and stack a partisan Supreme Court, all for you. Oh coffee, I give military grade weapons to cub scouts for you, and de-fund their schooling. No saxophones, no chess club, no history.

No but seriously this is a fine cup of coffee this morning.

Yesterday was a full day, Squids gig at The Plaza Art Fair. We were a little sloppy but had good energy. I used a back lined Fender Twin. I figured it’d be different but with my Clover ore-amp and Voodoo Lab pedal, I could work out a gain structure that would work. It worked, like a malfunctioning light saber and runaway electric carving knife. I’m not old enough to play through a Fender Twin.

The band after us was Apricot Jam, an all-improv Sun Ra/Bitches Brew kind of combo and they were awesome. It was a bunch of kids from Lawrence and their singer was the daughter of our high school pal Jenny. It was amazing to run into her and meet her husband after about 35 years.

After getting de-stimmed for a couple hours with Pablo on my lap, I joined a group from my current work to check out Atlas 9. It was so @&!#%€¥?!! cool. Think Meow Wolf with an X Files vibe. A love letter to movies and theaters and movie theater technology, with kitsch in just the right measure.

Staff included a few circulating actors to advance the story, that was cool.

My DI friends killed it. I’m proud of them and can’t wait to go back.