slithering back

Well boys, it's been a while! I've spent the past few months working my ass off at a fantastically rewarding job. I'm 'the boss,' which is a trip, but I dig it.

Nothing, though, beats my ol' Juke Joint.

I've missed it, and I've missed you.

All our tight, dark, sticky corners. Moss on the trees. Hammer and clang of an old upright banging out jazz and blues. Fireflies. Sweat. Slow dancing...

It's a bit musty in here. I haven't written in too long.

I've thrown open the shutters, lit candles on the altar, and poured myself an ice cold (diet) coca cola. My shoes and shirt are off, and already I'm feeling like myself.

This year is all about getting back to my roots: art, jazz, magic, lust, passion--a nice kettle of ingredients to set a-simmering.

Can't tell you how grateful I am to be back in this run down ol' joint!

Why don't you kick back, make yourself comfortable, and join me. It's gonna be a long, slow night. Just the way I like it...

Passion, beauty, and love, folks--24 hours at a time.