This Is Just About As Good As It Gets. Bob Dylan, CBC Quest, February 1, 1964.

With Black Hair. Chicago, IL. June 9, 2007.

'Out Of My Mind' by Vince Gill and Patty Loveless.

In celebration of Walt Whitman's 200th Birthday, my nephew Drew's production company, Manual Cinema, in association with Poetry Foundation & Poetry Magazine, created this puppet animation adapting text from his poem Song of Myself. Check it!

Allen Ginsberg, 'A Supermarket in California'

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.
         In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
         What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!—and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?

         I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys.
         I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?
         I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you, and followed in my imagination by the store detective.
         We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy tasting artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier.

         Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does your beard point tonight?
         (I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.)
         Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely.
         Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage?
         Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of Lethe?
 

'Talking Reality Television Blues' by Todd Snider.

Then a show called The Apprentice came on and pretty soon
An old man with a comb over had sold us the moon
And we stayed tuned in now here we are
Reality killed by a reality star
I got the talking blues
Hills, that is 

R.I.P. Leon Redbone.

I just finished binge-watching Season Four of Better Call Saul, the best spin-off series ever. Bring on Season Five!

John Walker Lindh, the young Californian who became known as the American Taliban after he was captured by U.S. forces in the invasion of Afghanistan in late 2001, will be released from a federal prison on Thursday after serving 17 years of a 20-year sentence.

Oh, yeah, Quentin Tarantino does Los Angeles, 1969, music and all.