Osaka Cherokee

A rainy night in Osaka and I got john Coltrane 'live in Paris' on the ol' ipod. I figure its starting to get hot here so jazz weather is almost over. I gotta jam as much in before the summer heat ushers in a little spicier kind of music. As I was walking from the train station I started thinking about how I have absolutely no roots in anything remotely resembling jazz life. Jazz is straight from the city and the only city I ever lived in was a short hitch in Flint, MI. I started thinking about what a fucking shithole flint is. By far the worst place I've ever been. If anyone ever asked, "Hey Cherokee, you've been around a little bit. What's the absolute worst place you've ever been?" I'd definitely answer Flint. I'd much rather live in the slums of Hanoi than in a nice part of Flint. Flint is a lie. a lie told by a half dozen rich men a hundred years ago. A group of slumlords that sat around lighting fifty cent cigars with one dollar bills and emphatically reassuring each other that those bastards J.D. Rockefeller, Andrew Carnegie, J.P. Morgan, and their likes have nothing on them. Everybody from Flint says the same thing, "Flint used to be nice!" that's a lie too. a trolley and a million white people doesn't make your city "nice". Its just an excuse not to try and improve things.
Oh well, what the fuck do I know anyway?

Two good things about Flint though. There are a lot of good cyclists and for some reason and whole helluva lot of volleyball players in that god forsaken place.


Song of the Day: John Coltrane- Naima

I turned 30 today. Can you believe that shit? Maybe I should start acting like an adult or something. I don't have a house, kids, a car, or a real job. Matter of fact I haven't done anything with my life except keep running from that hell hound I like to call responsibility. Its that fear that keeps me from settling.
I celebrated my birthday by working out then eating some Indian food and now I'm listening to some Richard Pryor shit from the 70's that I downloaded the other day.

Song of the Day: Robert Johnson- "ramblin' on my mind"
"runnin down to the station
catch the first mail train I see"