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james, in a typical state of insomnia-triggered exhaustion, put on a gangbusters sold-out show yesterday in long beach, ca. on his bathroom break, i jumped up & sang one & people laughed & grinned. after, i chatted with steven hodges about one-man bands: he's working on one, too! i told promoter cadillac zack about mine & he said i'm the only one around who sings like wanda jackson; let's work together. my foot's still healing, but once i can get thru a few sets w/o it killing me, i'm gonna hit up a bunch of musicians from jump blues to western to psychobilly to see about opening... on the way home, we stopped at the whopper palace, which serves impossible burgers, yknow, & i realized the ones in taft (a rural place) actually are plant burgers, not impossible. impossible actually tastes & feels sorta like meat! weird but good... today has been an exhausted blur. i finished watching huge-fun wacko netflix documentary kings of tupelo & have been trying to get going on projects but bleh. no gas in the tank! guess some days, if a person has the minute, a rest or snooze might be in order. hard to do when the world's so full of interesting shtuff... did learn about some cool new (to me) musicians like bad banana & rell robertson & make chickpea cakes, which were if not scrumptious, at least decent. the older human's predicament: how to get enuf protein?? esp when eschewing the cannibalization of our animal brethren. well, that's enuf fo now but here's pix of ever-cinematic mister james with super-mensch guitar monster anthony contreras.