After midnight with some Ye Ye guy

After midnite
You can Keep your palomitas.
Right now, right now, —Serge…
right now it’s time for some
Cacahuates Japoneses y la música
de:
Los MotoKaKa’s
Ye—Ye!!!

La Quinta Avenida en París, follows from La Rue de Four en la Coccinelle de Christofle—chocando con La Perla; contra esquina con una tal Canadienne… Invalides is a straight shot up Grenelle.

72 to Saint–Cloud… Navigo with Jack on a Magic bus

Section D

Agosto en X-mas… gotta give it to them, no hay quinto malo.

The Sport Report.

Los palcos ya están siendo preparados for the flight of the yellow jackets, and the “unmentionables” section is beign treated by the carpinteros de Les Milons from* Saint–Cloud.

* Re–edited just for’Ya… take 2-shots and repeat in the morning… Dear, doctor Jones: botellita de jeréz, todo lo que digás será’l révès.

The main stage, o sea, la Asamblea Nacional, ya tiene sus refuerzos bien decorados con imágenes de sus políticos, así como quién dice—bien bonitos trabajando y haciendo polaka en un recinto como con la finta de las columnas que le gustaba coleccionar al General Arturo Durazo Moreno, en los tiempos de ROMA, Güeros.

Hola, Güapa!!! 23.20 edit–mix.

Dinosaurios, follow. They never left… they‘re still playing The Bongos with Manu at Radio France y el Transilien. It’s a generational thing, Ewe wouldn’t understand, amiga Chao.

Anygüey, Manu, Muddy H2O would just call me the tumblig dice or, something like that.

70 to Radio France… départ imminent. “Eye know You want it”, and that is probably why there is a DETOUR à La Rue de La Monnaie. Yup, today Marvin got his groove back from that “good girl”.

It’s O.K., Mika Kawasaki… you can say, Suzuki

The Culture Guy in Méjico, A.K.A. Francisco Taibo, Jr., says that one can lay it all out now; heck Mika Kawasaki, you can even Double-Down on that zinger you just apologized about, but young lady, you cannot be going around live cable–news shows imitating Stephen « T » Colbert in the role of Alec Baldwin.

G’ahead, loose yo’self and spice up yo’ vernacular, Mika Kawasaki… say hello to Susan, and library lady, it is a very bad idea to wear Green on television.

It’s 12.20 in Central Europe Time
Looky Looky just for Ewe, Sam…
with Giorgio, of course


En fin, Mika Kawasaki, what’s more vernacular than the language encountered in the context of Agriculture Bill.

Agro•pe•cuni•ARIA•mente Verná•CULO y Vericueto.

Hey, BeatLes–es–eses, meet Agriculture Bill

Tonight at the 19 hundred hours Jazz hour.


15.20 at “the” BBC inside the studios of Disneyland–Paris. It’s time for yesterday’s answer to our, « Look, up in the sky », and “Get off of Katty Kay’s Cloud” riddle, with a geriatric* Mick Jagger, he was around when Hair replaced Jesus Christ Superstar from the stage. Or was it the other way around‽

Eye want this dump painted black!

* “geriatric” in this context
no es otra cosa que
La Tercera Edad.

TimeStamp: veinte para las Cuatro. Cinco con Veinte:

Old Gringo was really a beetle… page: 15, in Tierra Firme–es—eses edition of Carlos Fuente–es–eses « Old Gringo.  USO JUSTO DE TODOS LOS transformers who don’t need a hearst to be taken for a last ride.

Get your “Mother Popcorn” at the concession stand…

MEAN, while Trump was going to jail,
it was Twenty to Six at The Paganini
(on a movie set in Toronto)
Dee–Dee started in Kubrick’s
never–made for Cable News
SYMMETRY AND ABSTRACTION

In the words of el director de los Ojos Abiertamente Cerrados and A Space Odd ISSY, among other imperial projects like the never–seen, Le Bicorne, put it best:

There are certain thematic ideas that are better felt than explained…

page 365
Chapter X
in:
SPACE ODYSSEY
Stanley Kubrick,
Arthur C. Clarke,
and the making of
a Masterpiece.
by: Benson, M.
Simon & Schuster
2018.


Veinte para saludar a Mrs. Wilson en CET

Ladies in Gemeni… Eye was around when Jesus Christ…

Look, up in the Sky.
The oldest Stones in the Universe.
Can you guess their names?

… ‘inche viejo lesbiano, lo moreno con Jabón ROMA™️ se mitiga, pero lo Cu•le•ro ni con Pinol®️.  }-—-~~~\,,,*>  El respeto al Uso Justo de Todos Los Medios c’est stupéfiant!!!

It’s 10 o’Clock y’all!
And it’s a good thing Woodstock en Juárez
no nos lee porque allá son bien Francotes.
Me’Cae a Madre que—sí¡

Go Home FIP youse Drunk. It’s 11 o’Clock y’all in Morena–Francia’s clock.

… go home fip, you’re Drunk.

Enter at your own HTTPS// risk:
http://arrobajuarez.com/notas.php?IDNOTA=53533&IDSECCION=Leviat%E1n&IDREPORTERO=Ram%F3n%20Quintana%20Woodstock

Hola Siren, meet Actes Sud… Actes Sud, Meet The BeatLes

Dear, doña Fuentes,
Ésto, ésto es un Intermedio en Castellano…
o como dicen en Actes Sud
Fo’sür
l’espagnol (Mexique)

TimeStamp: 15:20 Central Europe Time

Claude Bleton translates Los Amigos de México en Francia… o como diría él o la traductriz de La Frontera que todos y todas llevamos Dentro:
LA Frontera De Crystal (y Acero).

15.06 Nowhere To Run
Bring Out Nic’ Cage and The Dead
to the tune of Martha and The Vandellas.

éCHAle Natalia…
pero, nena:
Right now, right now is no Time for Siesta
nEGRIta… sin importar lo que digan
las Musas Franco Francesas de Francia
15.55 CET

EPISODE III
MERCY MERCY MERCY… mitchell
via Eddie Jefferson
17.15 Central Siren Times

— Florence, le dice Israel.
“Nada de Fuerza, bruta, esto es un juego mental”.

No Habrá Final Feliz continues with Session N° 3 at the Piano Bar.

In tonight’s episode:
The Siren wants a reason to walk on Tierra Firme, and Dionysus goes:

¿Qué será, chilli pepper? Hot or Cold plate, tonight?

Désolé je ne parle pas française
18.20ish en Qué Será time… y por eso todos los borrachos cuándo en ROMA, pues hablán francés los condenaditos, dijo Flavio el de los ‘cadillacs’.

De cualquier manera,
dijo el otro boludo,
que en la vida no quiere sufrir,
que si usted, causita, desea connocer más de como los llamados “Chalecos Amarillos” y los “francéses insumisos” amigos ( según Raphaël Morán de la RFI) de españoles renegados que trabaján para López Obrador, pues no deje de descubrir el llamado MET en Nueva Yo’l, porque ahorita en está temporada se hospeda allí mero Eugenio “motherfucking” Delacroix, y’all.

Oh, hey Luc and Siren… it’s me

Your Foreverman on a rollercoster without a sail, say there Lord with that big Cigar and Rolex collection, got the Time?

… to which la Ministro Sánchez replied:
Yes, Serrano is a Son–of–ahBitch, but he’s got the IQ of a FRENCH LAMP POST.
Viva Floence Cassez y La Legión de Honor.
Ahora pásame una batida de coco que’sto No Es El BOSSA NOVA.

and the mexican mental midget Minister Lord Responds:

It’s 9 o’Clock in Florence Cassez time… boy and is she a Good Kisser, declaró el “primo” Israel de Vallarta. — Anthrax en la voz de Joey B. follows.

Hey, Brontis,
Live, From A Shotgun Shack
it’s last night Jazz Central Station
session.

but first,
Las Fuentes de los carlos–es–es—eses

Mean, while Trump was getting instructions on how to fold a Hasty Bicorne, Les Artisans de mobile, —that’s in Alabama— Willie Geist, were getting ready to read La Storia… Veinte para las Once, in ForeverLand.

[link from the bottom of the ocean]

https://www.fip.fr/emissions/club-jazzafip/2018/speciale-barloyd-s-piano-solos-2-2-12-12-2018-19-00

Veinte para las Nueve à Cité
Once in a Life Time!
and
Into the Bleu again.
Same as it ever was… ha’Ya Like them
Comets, señorita francesa?

TimeStamp: Pianola and a Handful of Keys chez Luc.
It’s One o’clock at La Seine and 7 am on the East Coast. Mika Kawasaki has the morning off and Katty Kay is baby–sitting a legendary group of Capitalists gurus who in Mika Kawasaki’s absence estan macaneando la noticia. Gooooooo, Dodgers, and don’t forget to Support your Local housekeeping Unions, ya’Bums.

in spite of all the pain — Piano Bar

TimeStamp: 19.10 in Central Europe Time

Dear, Luc:

Be appli!

and Luc replies,
in French, of course:
MAKE ME!

To which, a “mental midget”
responds:
Go home, Piano, you’re Drunk.

Next: on as the World Turns:

”it’s not Ewe, it’s the Güey that the cards are dealt,”

Starring:
Doc “motherfucking” Holliday.

To which Bill Clanton, adds:

“Hah! Drunk piano player…”
according to rotten tomatoes.

To which Doc “motherfucking” Holliday replies:

How’bout a Spelling Bee…tles contest
Yes! How about
a Beatles
Spelling Bee
Contest.

45 francs walk into a piano bar, and proceed to sing New York – New York. —  Man, ‘member when CLAPton wore plain ol’Tee–shirts?

Tres para las Ocho en Central Siren Time.