I found and old dog and he seems to like me; seems to like me; seems to like me.

Damn. I spent a long time on the road this weekend, headed up to the eastern LA wasteland - talkin' to pops, etc. I don't really have much that's blogworthy, except that I think I've discovered that I really enjoy Tom Waits' Mule Variations, one of the records that my uncle gave me. His voice is so shot that he's able to use it in interesting ways, from a totally distorted, animal growl to a John Lee Hooker sings the ballads kind of thing.

Cool.