The Velvet Room

I have been so obsessed with my enraged side after reading about the upcoming election, that I have failed to write some of the positive side of the Chicago.

Last weekend we went to the near south side, to the Velvet Room; our purpose was to film a belly dancer for our show, but the evening turned into a lot more. The band was transcendent. Jazz played light and smooth, with a lot of different types of drumming, saxes, guitars... They call themselves The Magic Carpet Ride, and you understand when you hear how far from the world they take your mind.

We met a woman down there named Cookie, who lived in LA for years and worked on some cbs shows. She also teaches yoga and belly dancing and acting. Very hot, late fifties maybe early sixties black woman with the body of a dancer. We agreed that I would come down to her show on November fifth and video tape the show, as well as read one of my poems for the show. We will probably highlight the best few minutes for most, and then offer the entire cd for the very interested.

So, there is your chance to kill me. The velvet lounge, somewhere along the lines of 700 east 22nd, just down from China Town.

No, it should be fun. At the last show, they had free ethiopian food of all varaities.

I should also add that the atmosphere, from shaking the hand of the elderly jazz man who runs to club, to chatting to the musicians about how much talent was going to waste in Chicago, to meeting Cookie (who took us in as family).... this is a real jazz club in the old tradition.

What else? Well, I have been slowly working on my books. Google has put up the first twenty pages of One War, which is cool, since it is basically finished, though I did add a better addition tonight of One War. The tough part is the religious psycho killers shit list, which has an addition five hundred and some pages. The collection is basically done....

Oh, well... please keep trying to fuck with the shit heads, and nurture the seeds that you know are sane enough to sprout something worthy of the SON.