At 1:20pm, 40 years ago today, I was born. Just being here at all is pretty miraculous — I was supposed to arrive in late January. (I weighed 34 ounces when I was born. In 1967. And I’m alive.) I spent about 3 months in an incubator, which I’m sure fcked me up on some deep psychic level somehow, hahahahaha. The medical bill was over a million 1967 dollars & I can’t say how it was paid for because I’m unsure if the statute of limitations has run out. (Not joking hahaha.)
And it is my 17th wedding anniversary. 
I met Darryl when I was a musician in Detroit & he was living in Nashville & visiting Michigan while working on a mutual friend’s record. We grew up a mile from each other. Happy anniversary, honey:
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{Totally joking. Darryl never reads this blog anyway LOL.}
Hey did you know Quincy Jones produced most of Leslie Gore’s records, like the fantabulous Hey Now? I love the drums & bass on that record. It’s funny to think Quincy Jones produced “It’s My Party” but he did.
Man I love big early ’60s slappy snare drums. Music production mostly pretty much sucks now. (Said the 40-year old.)
Darryl is taking me to the Belcourt to see a Preston Sturges screwball comedy because I GET TO PICK (and I’m pretty low-maintenance). 
I think my sense of humor is circa 1940 because Jack Benny, Preston Sturges, Phil Harris, Fred Allen = funny funny to me.
ps. a found poem:
Preston Sturges’ Eleven Rules For Box Office Appeal
A pretty girl is better than an ugly one.
A leg is better than an arm.
A bedroom is better than a living room.
An arrival is better than a departure.
A birth is better than a death.
A chase is better than a chat.
A dog is better than a landscape.
A kitten is better than a dog.
A baby is better than a kitten.
A kiss is better than a baby.
A pratfall is better than anything.