How psyched am I for the Fishbone documentary? Supapsyched!

Aunt Buff and I met Angelo Moore at the MSU Ballroom in like 1989, 1990. He was in the audience of somebody else's show, I can't remember who. What were we doing there? I don't think we even had tickets. We were talking to Ted. Do you remember this? Phonez moi, Aunt Buff!

Anyhoo! Angelo Moore said something impertinent, which I won't repeat here because Izzer is now reading the blog (Hello my sweet baby xoxo). This is the end of my story except . . . Fishbone documentary! Squee!

And now, let's all enjoy my faves, shall we? Everyday Sunshine. Party at ground zero. When Problems Arise. Housework. Movement in the Light. One or two more, but must mind the little pitchers.

And the world will turn into flowing pink vapor stew