Forty years ago tonight, my friends and I watched this band of heathens from the UK perform on a hot humid night in Akron Ohio. Tomorrow is the Fiftieth anniversary of their first ever performance at a cinema on Oxford Street. God bless you Rolling Stones, may you live a bit longer on this earth and forever in our warm and happy memory.

Checked out this Portland bar today: DIG A PONY. Used to be a drug store back in the day when codeine was ubiquitous. (Monkey! put down the syrup) Well now it's a bar you can ride a bike into 'cause it's that big. I had this drink made of ginger infused vodka, ginger beer and, I think, ginger. It was a gingery thing of beauty. Only problem is, they didn't play any good music. As John Lennon sings, for no good reason: "You can syndicate any boat you row, yes you can syndicate any boat you row, I told you so! All I want is you, everything has got to be just like you want it to. Because"

Monkey Seeks Party.

Hello! I passed out back in 2011 but I'm feeling much better now. Last thing I remember was going to a happy hour in Honduras, a place called the Kabbala. I guess they got my order wrong, because instead of a virgin and a pina colada, I got escorted to the back alley and ended up inhaling police car exhaust fumes. I'm pretty sure they don't use unleaded down there because I still have a headache. So, I guess it's 2012 now. What the hell happened? Ted Nugent is hanging out with Mormons? I'm confused. Those guys wear underwear. Two of them came to my front door once and I threw snakes at them and they ran away. If those guys can run for president so can I. I've been told I need a party, which usually isn't a problem, but since I passed out I haven't had much of a social life. Can anyone help me out? PLEASE! Any party will do. I need to find one quick so I can get started with my champagne, uh wait... what is it? Oh yes, Campaign! Sorry. I also need a running mate, which is weird because I prefer to be single.

Bluebird of Portland

Portrait of Bluebird for Genie. They are mean.

Blogger Plays in Bar by Accident.

I wasn't blogging, just playing guitar with a crazed country singer from Austin, TX. I was on my porch at home and somehow ended up at Slabtown - famous hangout of cheapskate drinkers, pinball addicts and the Dandy Warhols - backing this guy up for free drinks. Photo courtesy of Genie (and her new camera). Thanks for coming, all twelve of you - and the two guys playing pinball.

Genie self-portrait with flowers

My crappy outdated camera takes weird photos. But I do like this one, kinda reminds me of a Warhol silkscreen.

Exile On Main Street is The Only Rock N' Roll Record I Really Need.

I was dreaming of a steel guitar engagement
When you drunk my health in scented jasmine tea
But you knifed me in my dirty filthy basement
With that jaded, faded, junky nurse
Oh what pleasant company

I was fifteen when this record came out, and I've probably heard it several hundred times. No, the above lyrics are not from it, but they are apropos of everything. Get the damn album already.