from a cherry cloud
Vandy played this cut on the Roadhouse this week, and it is still totally stuck in my head. It is such a jam. He played the Shuggie Otis version, which is the original. I’m partial to the Brothers Johnson take, but they are both pretty lord.
Every year, Greg puts together Soul Freedom, his Independence Day show. It’s three hours of sweet soul and funk, and well worth your time. The show is archived on the KEXP website. You should give it a listen.
Eli came over yesterday afternoon, and we worked on the deck. I grilled chicken, and we listened to lots of good music. He really is a delight to work with.
My basil is going bonkers.
Strawberries, nectarines, and cherries with mascarpone? Hello.
The Sunset celebrated their anniversary yesterday. It seemed like a good reason to have a drink. And, how can you go to the Sunset and not visit the Smoke Shop?
Man, that is one of the last remaining old timey bars in town. We drank Early Times. It seemed appropriate.
I like it when dudes offer to drive. I don’t know why Kelly’s was closed last night, maybe it was a gift from the universe. That joint is something else. A really good spot to get into trouble at.
Truthfully, there is no shortage of trouble in Belltown. It’s still pretty Wild West in that hood. I like it.
Come through on Sunday and celebrate George’s birthday. He’s one of my faves, for sure.
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My brother listened to Brothers Johnson. Their version is also excellent, but the best thing about them is that call themselves BROTHERS JOHNSON!!
shit- “they” call themselves BROTHERS JOHNSON. whatever
JMJ Kerri (Jesus, Mary and Joseph – fyi)!!! You know that song was and still is my jam right? Takes me back to block parties with endless supplies of bbq and Utz potato chips, dog’s breath heat, and Stacy Richardson’s father spinning the jams. Those memories are making me feel quite independent now so happy 4th m’lady!
xo
aww, that is the cut. when i first moved to LA, i discovered that one of those brothers J. used to live in my building. We used to smoke weed together up on the roof -he’d talk about hanging out under the Hollywood Sign. He also had parties that would spill out of his apt + take over the entire floor until the cops always came and shut em down. i love that song.