Yes, grease. This grease was photographed with care by yours truly and is the personal grease of Amy Sedaris circa seven years ago-ish. From: “I Like You” by Amy Sedaris. I would guess it’s mostly bacon, there could be some ham or even chicken in it, but I’d say it’s mostly B.G. Grease. It’s not always the word…the word that you heard…that you heard…it ( doesn’t always) got groove…(nor does) it got meaning. Greece. Never been there, but I’d love to go. Gris. That’s French gray…(eyebrow up.)
He was Dutch. Pong was by Atari – 1972. Anything else you just make up for yourself.
Under a hundie. Over in general.
I’m dead. This Latin drama (coming first from Mexico and here by way of Philadelphia) vibrating through the angelic trinity known to us as, “The Three Degrees” equates, for me, a lethal overdose of a soul sonic sound drug. (But, “It’s Impossible,” you say. Correct. Yes it is to most…but for a moment, in a recordng studio in 1975, on an album titled, “International” that would soon be released by Philadelphia International Records, it was a new hybrid sound we’ll call simply, Spanish Philly Soul.) There’s just no other way to put it… and no video. You’ll have to see it in your own minds, my readers.
Now, listen. Listen at your own risk but rest assured because it’s merely a temporary death. You’ll be back to life, listening to Sia and The Weekend in about four minutes.