Now retired to Napa, surveying his private-label vineyard from the pool-deck of his 20,000 square-foot 'villa', he strums his Martin - yes, it's the one on the cover of 'unplugged' - purchased for six figures from the Christies Clapton auction, a true Birkenstockbroker, a 60s radical who simply took a brief detour.
by Monkey's Dad October 14, 2023
Shedding their clothes and their inhibitions, people gathered in a celebration of Eros Insanitas, knowing that many would be infected, some would die.
by Monkey's Dad May 25, 2020
Song of the Barred Owl, by consensus of the ornithological community. Who Cooks for You? Who Cooks for Yooooou-All?, in two groups of four.
The owls were singing to each other, high in the spruce trees, and it always made them smile. Who Cooks for You? Who-Cooks-for-Yooooo-All? One night, they went outside with his guitar and he played it back to them.
by Monkey's Dad March 22, 2023
Marjorie Taylor's lament and no doubt her future campaign theme song, in what's sure to be a groundbreaking presidential bid.
To anyone who thought she effortlessly nailed the Gazpacho Police stalking the halls of congress, compared mask mandates to the Holocaust, or informed the citizenry of the United States that America was officially a Christian Nationalist country, Marjorie, capitalizing on her uncanny resemblance to Miss Piggy, lured Kermit into harmonizing with her as they sang "It's not easy being Greene".
by Monkey's Dad July 29, 2022
The number of days it took the United States to add one million cases of Covid-19 to its total. 99 for the first million, 43 for the second, 28 for the third, 14 days for the fourth million, the fruits of heedlessly 're-opening'.
He stared at the numbers. 99-43-28-14. Not a football play. Not the combination to a safe. It was the exponential, viral spread of the disease. He understood that they could reasonably expect the next million cases to accrue in a week.
by Monkey's Dad July 22, 2020
An aspiration, a vision, a concept of betterment - the thing we cannot live without, the most essential element in the human spirit.
As 2020 ended, as 2021 shone with promise, there was reason for hope and much to hope for. Regained dignity for America, a life where everyone could once again move freely, could smile and touch, could breathe together without fear.
by Monkey's Dad January 01, 2021
As 2020 ended, as 2021 shone with promise, there was so much to hope for. Regained dignity for America, a life where everyone could once again move freely, could smile and touch, could breathe without fear.
by Monkey's Dad December 31, 2020