Scrap and I went up to the Bronx and did Vin Scelsa’s show last night.
The guy is such a legend. This is my–what, fifth?–time on his show, and it’s still quite humbling, like, wow, I’m actually doing Vin Scelsa’s show. I first listened to him in the 80s, when he was–believe it or not–on K Rock. His show seemed so chaotic and fun and slippery–there wasn’t a whole lot of that in the 80s.
We did “King of Carrot Flowers,” and this time I did the lyric right–“Each one a little more than she would dare to try,” rather than, “Each one more beautiful.” The latter still fits, but is uncomfortably morbid. I still switched the Mom/Dad thing, though. Rings truer to me.