Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"MY NITE OUT!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "MY NITE OUT!"


...After publishing THE STEVE MARTIN SHOW... Hollywood is all over me; 3 cell phones? I've thrown in the gutter. Still: I figure  - €10 in my pocket?-  I'd celebrate? So I hit Piacenzas' Bermuda Triangle -feeling reasonably empowered despite no DENTAL PLAN.
Afterwards (3.am.) I dined at OSCARS (via Taverna)...Had to wait for a table and repeatedly, had to YELL at the REEFER HEAD WAITER!...to quietly emphasize I would prefer my SHISH-KEBAB - serving: molto picante; i.e. VESUVIUS, Mt. ETNA, or STROMBOLI on a good day? Anyways? My table (tavolo) was presented. There was NEMO (No-one)  in the entire place except the kid: THE CHEF; and his old Dad? The REEFER?: - who buggered off with the  money?!!
...The kid Chef looked at ME! And I eyed the kid Chef!!!
NO FRICKIN ONIONS!?
.....Anyways? A couple GALS -who'd been working the (Piacenza) STAZIONE showed up with smeared Linpen-lipstick thingy? (?). -Quite naturally - being the LONELIEST GUY IN TOWN - I invited them to my - such as it was? - FORMICA tavolo/table hosting pepper-salt thingy and a lame plastic-thingy of generic mustard and insisted they both partake in my CASA Carafe of Chateau PO-vino-thingy? And after - technically - slaving  2 straight hours at the Stazione, they were one too glad to put something in their mouths which included alcohol  and didn't taste like piss!?
I commiserated and quoted JOB from the Old Testament... I could have been yakking Chinese!?
Anyways? MIMI (French) and MIMI (Dutch); such were their "nom de plumes", held my attention/hand(s), got me back to the HOTEL DAVE and like 3 Little Mice  we all got naked, jumped in the HOTEL DAVE "King-size" bed in the HOTEL DAVE's "Camera-Grande" and then...OK; then we smoked, popped corks and watched the DAVE LETTERMAN SHOW on the big screen TV!
"Frenchie?"; she  wore out, fell asleep first? ME and "DUTCHIE?"...We held out till the TOP TEN.



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/THE THESPIANS!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/THE THESPIANS!


Jan-Michael Vincent and William Forsythe (Actors-Movie people) have - on and off - regaled me for my attire. Collectively, they would - in SURFER- unison - exclaim: "DAVE!? U LOOK LIKE SHIT!"
Naturally, I point to my Tailor, the "LOST and FOUND", Cross-Creek, Malibu, California!"...
"Who ELSE shops there?" (Jan-V.)
"NICK!"
"Nick Nolte?"
"I didn't SAY that; Gary, too!"
William:) "Gary Busey shops at the Lost and Found?"
"JOHNNY DEPP!"
"Doesn't he live in Paris, France?"
"BRAD PITT!"
(Jan-V:) "No-way-Jose! We BOTH shop in Springfield, Missouri!?"

...But ME, thinking hard? -Gary - actually, only shops at the "Lost and found" when he's looking for HARLEY-DAVIDSON motor -cycle  parts...? Come to think of it? Nick, too; when he's working on his Organic garden?... (I dunno; plant pots?)

Jan-Michael Vincent: "Dave? U amuse us enough. Can I play YOU in the upcoming SKY-thingy production of  "OUR MAN IN EUROPE"?
"William Forsythe: "Dave? Can I play JAN being YOU?"
(ME:) "Can I play YOU playing JAN playing William!?"
"WAH!!?"
...We all laugh. Our scumbag talent agents - NOT from the William-Morris Agency -  DON'T.

...We're sitting, carousing on ZUMA beach, Malibu, California. We COULD be on MARS! Most folks just get to the local food market - in the rain - worry about the kids getting home safe from school then try to figure out just how to pay the next electricity bill?... For what it's worth? - So does William. So does Jan Michael. And - Thespians ALL! - so do I.



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/THE STEVE MARTIN SHOW!

Our Man n Europe/dave delacroix/The STEVE MARTIN SHOW!


Show - late nite - No.1: President Nixon.

(Steve:) "YO, people!"
(Applause)
"I'm wearing a tee-shirt."
(Applause)
"My first guest tonight is Ricky-Milhouse NIXON!"
(Applause) -ex-President, back from the dead, appears: "It's GREAT to see U Steve! Are U a "49ers fan?"
"Really good to see YOU, Mr. President." -invites him  to a seat.
"So, Mr President? Did U ever KILL anyone...with your bare hands?"
(Nixon:) "You betcha!"
"Anyone in particular?"
"Henry Kissinger; my foreign secretary!"
"Did he complain?"

Show - late nite - No. 2: Frank Sinatra.

(Steve:) "YO, people!"
(Applause)
"I'm wearing a tuxedo/no shirt or underpants!"
(Applause)
"Tonight's guest is Frank (Sinatra)!!!"
(BIG applause)
Frank saunters in, Steve invites him to a seat "sans ashtray").
"So Frank?" Steve asks: "YOU'RE DA MAN! Da man, Mister Show-biz! You are famous for tipping waiters, stewardess, cabby's, hotel clerks generously, where-ever you go...and I was - quietly gonna ask you to lend ME 20 bucks (It's not actually FOR me, it's for Dave Delacroix, but Dave thought you might oblige?)...?
"Who's Dave Delacroix?" -asks Frank.
"Maybe your new Janitor?..."

Show - late nite - No. 3:  Elvis Presley.

"YO People!"
(Applause)
"I'm wearing NO tuxedo, just SHORTS!"
(Applause)
"Tonight's guest is Elvis Presley, who like my previous two guests is thought to be QUITE DEAD!...Ahah!"
(Humongous applause)
Elvis, who is in the building, is ushered onto the TV studio set and into a seat.

"................................................................................................................................
..................................................................................................................................
................................................................................................................Steve? Help
 me out here, buddy; fill in the blanks?


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/FRESCOES

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/FRESCOES (1 to 5)


 1)    FRESCOES:  "Quando Amore!"

...I call the D.J. His Italian-Milano radio station (probably NOT in Milan) goes something like this:

Canzone (song): "Quando amore" (yak-yak-yak!)
......."..... (song No.2)  "Quanto, Amore?" (yak-yak-yak!)
....  "  .... (3)  "PERCHE amore?" (yak-yak-yak!)
.... " .... "Elizabetta loves Romero!" (yak-yak-yak!)
.... " .... Pietro loves Elizabetta!" (yak-yak-yak!)
..... " .... (no. 7:)  EVERYONE loves Elizabetta!!! (yak-yak-yak!)

....Interspersed with Radio-audience phone call requests ("Play this one for that bitch, my ex-wife- a DOG and PONY show: Elizabetta is obviously the DJ's middle-aged over weight Male lover trying to sound falsetto?) - I try my hand...

(it goes like this:) "PRONTO!"
(Me) "Pronto, too!"
"PRONTO!?"
"Hi! - Just between ME AND U - my name is Dave-D. I own the HOTEL DAVE, via Campagnia, Piacenza/€65 per nite-big screen TV..."
"ALLORA! And?..."
"I've been having some serious SEXUAL problems and - just between U AND ME -  I think I need some help?"
ALLORA! And?..."
"Can U play Sexual Healing by Marvin Gaye?"
I switch off my cell-thingy.

....Next song the DJ plays? -"Quando Amore!"


2)   FRESCOES, No.2:  "AVE MARIA!"

MARY (Number one Bitch!) shows up at the HOTEL DAVE/€65 per nite/big screen TV.  She's from San francisco (it's in California) with her usual ATTITUDE: "Hello! Get out of my face!"
I did/I tried. Somehow we get along, especially when I'm sleeping? Her THIRD husband (left her a lot of money), like the two before, either committed suicide or joined some obscure religious sect up in Canada? -I didn't enquire I was just glad for the €65 per nite (big screen TV, for chrissakes!). Mary, however, took it upon herself to sweep and mop ALL the HOTEL DAVE floors!
Ave Maria!...:)



3)  FRESCOES, No. 3:  "Angelica"

"...I walk alone from Kiev to Moscow. I live my LIFE in St. Petersburg. The summer nites? -When the sun does not go? I think of U and all that I know...
I walk alone in the streets of Parigi (Paris). I walk alone when U are not with me? I STAND alone on the beaches, south of L.A. I stand alone and say "Yay."



4)  FRESCOES, No 4:  BIG SCREEN TV

Tchaiko (short for Tchaikovsky)... Where was I? Oh yes: Tchaiko (short for Rimsky-Kosokov), the composer of serious ballads and "popular" songs, stumbled by the HOTEL DAVE; wants to to compose a symphony based on my internationally famous-big screen TV which - presently, alas,  doesn't work - and (Tchaiko) generally, he wanted to get a feel of the place... (Hotel Dave)
...A BRAHMS concerto was on the radio-Hotel Dave-juke-box; both Tchaiko and me were both falling asleep, then - thank god! -  Allesandro, Giada and Ramona from Cremona struck the Hotel Dave doorbell like they were looking for a  D.I.V.O.R.C.E.  lawyer! (Counsellieri): Both Tchaiko and I slugged some beers!
...Apparently (CNN) it's the Summer FESTA season.. The 3 Musketeers came to fore-warn me (1) I'm 86-busted from ALL the bars on via Colombo (Piacenza) but,  (2) "domani" (tomorrow), IL FESTA GIORNO! -on the via Campagna/WOODSTOCK outside my window! -a "Strada" market/mercato. And  (3) was I "UP TO IT?"
"Eminently." -I replied, thinking ahead: I will blast dem damn souvenir hawkers with BRAHMS.
...Around this point, Tchaiko split... For his NEW symphony, I think he got what he needed. OH! He took/stole the BIG SCREEN TV which - I thought? -  looked rather becoming, balanced on the back seat of a Vespa scooter.



5)  FRESCOES,  No. 5:   "A BRIEF to Bossalini!"  -in RIO, South America.


PRIMAVERA (Springtime) -coming and going; the HOTEL DAVE (€65 per nite/NO big screen TV/lend me YOURS!) is now MORROCAN OCCUPIED TERRITORY (apparently, the Jews don't want it) They - the Morrocan-Arab dudes - yell "Y'ALLAH!!!" even when they whisper and even louder when they are transporting furniture! But fear not, my friend! For ME, it's a plus! I am no longer the noisiest bastard in the "vecchio casa" (noble house). THEY yell "Y'ALLAH!!!!" and I blast out BEETHOVEN...all thru the nite. It works.

Bossalini? - a P.S. -Nothing's changed on the Italian "sitcom", TEMPESTA D'AMORE. Annabella is still not sure about Guido (?) and, as for PADRE PIO? -U can guess.



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/OUR JOE IN EUROPE, No. 4: "JOE GREEN AFFAIR".

Our Man n Europe/dave Delacroix - English- guy - /No.4:  "JOE GREEN AFFAIR".



"Mr President (USA)?
"DICK!!!" (head of the CIA): "We should start dating!?"
"Mr President?"
"Just an expression, Dick: SHOOT!"
"...Our JOE in Europe..." -sez Dick Head.
(Prez:): "The one we - technically - deported; has he gone rogue?"
"No Sirree!"
"DICK!?"
"No shit-no,  SIR!  He's still working for Uncle Sam; the JOE GREEN business?"
"Speak words, Dick?"
"It's another Vatican/financial fall out."
"Santo Christo!"
 Dick Head/head of the CIA goes on to explain:  "They're worst than our upstate- New York Jew-boys! -They cling to all the priceless artwork whilst their temples-people "fall asunder"!!!"
"DICK!?"
"...Church is in a bad way. No cash flow. Corruption - apparently - is rife? OUR JOE (D-D) is contacted by a low-ranking finance Priest; he's got "signing-power" on the HOLY CHEQUE BOOK/he's in a jam with the "Camorrah"  (Italian folks, from Napoli),  wants to be "defrocked/DEFECT: he spills the beans- WE give  him a HOWARD-JOHNSON!"
"MOTEL 6?"
"Agreed."
"...Give him a "pass", Mr President? The VATICAN fails? -It'll make the fall of the Berlin-Wall look like a Sunday BBQ on the 4th of July!"
"..Our JOE in Europe is the inter-me diary."
"That's an affirmative."
 " Dang, Dick! Can U handle this?"
"Mr President? It's either U or.?
"OUR MAN IN EUROPE."
..........(?)

"MOTEL 6?" -Dick.
"OK" (the President)  "Give him a HOWARD-JOHNSON." (pause) "Dick? Just WHO is JOE GREEN?"
"Mr President?... That would be thee Italian, Giuseppe Verdi."
"Never heard of him. Give HIM a Motel 6, too!"




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Our Man in Europe/dave delacracroix/Our joe IN eURPOPE, nO. 2: "the MOLE"...

Our dude in Europe/Davedelacroix/Our JOE in Europe, No. 2:  "The Mole."


...."Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor; er..rich man, poor man, POET, homeless-man: Musician..." -said C.I.A. chief, DICK HEAD., after suggesting that he wasn't going to ruin President (of the USA) Timothy's breakfast?
PREZ Timothy: "I've abandoned the water-melon, espresso, cranbulet! DICK! Upset my stomach!?"
"A MOLE, Sir. A HIGH level mole!"
"In the C.I.A.?" (coughing)
"No Sir: In the WHITE HOUSE; on your staff, AND!!!"
"WHO is it? Have U got his number?"
"SIR? This ULTRA-secret code - on Google-chrome - comes from our DEEP COVER -  man"
"The FROG? The French guy? Whatsits name: DELACROIX!!?"
"One and the same."  (pausing:) "Mr President?  Actually, he's not French. He's English. He's as American and"
(President interrupting:) "Can't we give him a GREEN CARD?"
"No Sir."
"Can we give him CITIZEN-ship?"
"Mr President? THAT concept sank, a long time ago."
"WHICH ship?"
"Mr President...I know U are busy. Ask your secretary to GOOGLE: "Pilgrim"
"Is THIS secret Code?"
"Sorta-kinda; but, back to THE FROG, dave delacroix.."
"He's still French?"
"No Sir. He's British.
Prez: (Typical) "But Dick? WHO'S the Mole? Who's he working for? WHAT is our vulnerability? What does he know? EXPOSED!!? -Is our foreign policy in the "bagni"!? -TALK WORDS!!!"
"Mr President, as U know...our JOE (dave, last name French)  in Europe, always delivers the "Intelligence" goods and RELAYS - in UN-decipherable Code (to our Nation's enemies) ...ahem! -unique code.
"Agreed. He is our friend."
"Mr President? And forgive me me for enquiring? IS...IN the WHITE HOUSE...IN your ADMINISTRATION, have U noticed anyone who may be potentially subversive or Democratically discontent?"
"The VICE President!!?"
"Possibly.... Does he have a Musical back ground of which U were previously un-aware? Does he play Harmonica in the toilet? And, more importantly, is he SINGLE and does he shop for clothes - in NEW YORK CITY  - at BARNEY'S?"
"Conceding, Dick, my V.P is a faggot with a penchant for West Greenwich Village society ; why these points, Dick?"
"The VICE President, Mr President..."
"Explain."
"Well, Sir. Our Code breakers have narrowed down Delacroix's (our JOE), his CODE."
"Remind me!"
"Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, Rich-man, poor-man, Poet, Home-less-man, Musician; with adjacent political names attached."
"And?"
"Well, Sir; our very best Code Breakers at (CIA) Langley...finally nailed it!"
"And?"
"Mr President? Let me remind U of an old Rock and Roll aphorism?"
"Dick?..."
"What's a Musician without a girlfriend?... HOMELESS!!!"
"...That's great, Dick. I've read your list of subversive names. You've narrowed it down to TWO.: HOMELESS-man, and the MUSICIAN.."
"Agreed. Mr President? From here on out, the VICE-President  and the Republican leader of Congress will be under excruciating surveillance."
"Good work, Dick. We've somehow got to hold the line on this thing... Anything else?"
"...Well? - and U understand our VERY BEST Code Breakers are working on this? -  Our "JOE""  (dave Delacroix)  sent us a follow up: DEEP COVER/FRICKIN DEEP."
The  President: "Damn breakfast!...Tell me, Dick? -On Google or secret Modzilla!?"
"Actually, on Facebook."
"Covert?"
"Overt!"
"Saying?"
"Go tell the Spartans!"


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Our JOE in Europe, No. 1: "Deep Cover!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ Our JOE in Europe, No. 1:  "Deep Cover."



...The PRESIDENT (USA) "Timothy" -on "secure" Skype-inter-net-connection...with head of C.I.A., Dick Head, Langley-Virginia:
"U telling ME that our entire EURO operation to balance/eradicate the US-CHINESE DEBT now relies solely upon ONE man!?"
"Yes Sirree!"
"DON'T call me SIRREE!"
"Sorry; er, Sir!"
"WHO the hell is he!?"
"Delacroix, Sir. First name, Davide."
"We WORKING with the FRENCH!!!?" (Molto-exasperation)
"Holy Cow! -Oops! - No Sirree! He's from HOLLYWOOD."
"OUR MAN IN HOLLYWOOD? -do we need one?"
"Everyday, Sir. The last one converted and defected to Israel!"
"...That bad, eh?.. Was he a Catholic?"
"Ah ah! I actually don't have his personal file in front of me, but...?"
"And "our Man in Hollywood?""
"EUROPE, Sir: 'OUR MAN IN EUROPE'".
"HIM! -Is HE a Catholic?"
"We're not sure, Sir. Ev3en his personnel file is marked "Deep Cover", a legacy of the previous administration?..."
"So what do we KNOW about 'Our Man' upon which the whole world's financial situation rests (or rots)?"
"Well, Sir; he's VERY GOOD?"
"How? What?"
"He has single-handed RE-DEFINED the Espionage code; the whole frickin' language!!!"
"Enlighten me...?"
"...Mr President? This IS a secured 'Comm-line'?"
"Don't be STUPID. We're on Skype!"
"...Well? OUR MAN (Delacroix) sends an E-mail. He firstly rambles...sights of interest/the Leaning Tower of Pisa, women he's met; the name "FI-FI" crops up a lot, then - we acknowledge - he goes for the MEAT."
"I'm listening?"
"For example; in one Ultra-secret E-mail on AOL Chrome? -he says: "I got dem blues again!"
"Uh uh?"
"Then he EXPLICITLY requests a loan of TWENTY BUCKS!"
"Meaning?"
"Meaning?... Meaning! Meaning the Conservative faction  in the UKRAINE  is in position but they are under-financed!... U see?"
"I think so... And how does C.I.A. respond?"
"We send him 200,000 dollars (US) and stay on-line!"
"THAT seems appropriate..."
"There then," continues Dick H., "usually follows - as U understand, Mr President - DEEP COVER/ a considerable silence?..."
The PREZ: " Ya-know? I've passed up on 3 important Select-Committee hearings to hear this crap, but it's the funniest thing I've heard since the U.S. dollar hit bottom! -Continue!"
"YES-SIRREE!/Sir!" (pause) "...So 3 months go by. Delacroix (Our Man) is DEEP - U know what?... In our dealings with him he single-handed exposed - for OUR eyes only -  the new FAKE Hitler Diaries, almost published by that German magazine: STERN."
"Stern? -Sounds foreign!"
"German magazine, like "TIME". We covertly finance it. Keeps the Krauts from invading their neighbors. It saves us a bunch in Military hardware."
"Ah ah! C.I.A. at work! -I'm impressed!"
"Indeed, Mr President. The "Gutenberg" affair exposure was totally Delacroix. He got drunk with him at the OLD SIMON in Freiburg!"
"In Freiburg?"
"Yes Sir!"
"But, Dick? You're NOT telling me anything about OUR MAN IN EUROPE/the DOLLAR crisis?"
Dick raps: "58, we think. White boy. Good Anglo-Saxon stock. Keeps a low profile. Wears other people's cast-offs (deep cover) and..."
"And?"
"Rumor has it he cocks a MEAN Indian/Pakistani Curry!.. Again: DEEP COVER. Throws the foes off the scent!"
"Anything else?"
"He claims 5to be a MUSICIAN - deep cover - again/the FI-FI thing?... CLEVER JOE... His new "intelligence includes total elucidation on SPOOK hot nests of which we - at C.I.A. -. were totally ignorant!"
"Goddamn, Dick WHERE!?"
"Portofino, Pisa and Piacenza!... The subversives are EVERYWHERE."
(Pause) ..The PREZ:  "The DOLLAR thingy, Dick?"
"OK. Excuse me, Mr President? PING! PING! PING!"
"Wha?"
"Operation PING, we call it. GENERAL TSO... I'll spare U the details: 'Started up as a dishwasher in Shanghai then was rapidly elevated to a member of the Chinese - Commie - Select Committee, but being a PLAYER, still opts to front... Mr President, are U SURE this is a SECURED COMM?..."
"DICK!!!?"
"OK. His name - apparently - is GENERAL TSO, Mandarin class/spying on the West is his personal safari. He floats a dozen Chinese bar-take outs, loves his gig; come fall? -he's back in Beijing wearing a TUX/tuxedo!"
(pause)
The PREZ: "Our Man in Europe, Dick; eh? We only have one?"
"Actually, TWO, full time, since the Russkies gave up."
"GEN TSO?" -Prez.
"BIG STUFF." Dick Head: "Apparently, he's - pay attention, Mr President? -  he's STILL LOOKING FOR THE FIRE EXIT, according to 'our man' Delacroix?"
"Meaning?"
"My CODE folks at Langley are presently deciphering...but we are inclined to interpret as: "The rain IN Spain falls mainly on the plain."
"DICCCKKK!!!???"
"General TSO is a 'Take-out?. He's OURS. He'll write off the USA-CHINESE debt. HELL!? Maybe later, he'll defect to Israel? We'll buy him a (motel) HOWARD-JOHNSON!"
"A little rash there, Dick? I can authorize nothing more than a MOTEL 6.!"
"Agreed."
(pause/convivial chat atmosphere now becomes semi-official:)

The PREZ (to Dick Head, C.I.A. chief:)  "I will advise the appropriate Senate Committees to increase your funding. I'm impressed."
"..Thank U, Mr President."
"U guys in  Langley hurtin'?"
"Yes Sir. Indeed. OUR MAN IN EUROPE just sent us a new - deep cover - E-mail (on Modzilla).."
"Sayin'?"
"I'm looking for the FIRE EXIT!!!"
"TAIWAN!?"
"We think so.
"...And..."
"AND!?"
"Can U lend me TWENTY BUCKS!!!"



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Piano-Terra, No. 9: "Menage a trois"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Piano-Terra, No. 9:  "Menage a trois."


1)

BACK in the day...we were ALWAYS broke; dang guitars were either  busted or "in pawn". The bambinos had to eat.

Back in the day we could recite HAMLET; then we ended up living...IN ONE!? (Da Calling of Dweebs!) Strange gig: U didn't like it , either.

Back in the day...so many beers ago... a smile, cracked; a crease of ingenuity: God's breath - like too much sun? - literally, got under our skin. Go figure.

Back in the day - DON'T remind me. Let me remind myself! -  U walked the Talk and talked the WALK! - I remember;
... because there was U.


2)

NO GARLIC at the house. No garlic - piccolini-cucina! No garlic -medicio; no garlic at the Casa!... Piacenza (Pleasant ville) was founded by the Romans in 50 BC (before Coke) and sits on a slope/hillock over looking the river PO. (Po? -don't ask)... At the HOTEL DAVE (50 bucks per night/big screen whatsit) we were doing some renovations down in the cellar. We dug up a bronze plate-thingy. Inscribed, it was ancient bad graffiti but it said the same old shit: "In the house of Emeritus/it's Wednesday/NO garlic/kitchen barren/everyone is sick/and we HATE Dave Letterman!"


3)

HAMOUD, from Casablanca (Morocco) came by the HOTEL DAVE (U know the rates!)...plays better than Eric Clapton and Hollywood don't KNOW...Why should they? In THAT neck of the world "da kibbutz of Agents" rule the rotting Earth. Ask George Clooney, my neighbor, in Hollywood- Lago Como!

Hamoud, from Morocco, came by. Young fella, wearing a Jamaican-Rasta-multi-coloured wig thingy... Young fella, playing a mean 6-string!  Reminded me of PETE GREEN (early FLEETWOOD MAC); someone with class!
Naturally, when the beer ran out? -I kicked his ass out of me house!


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