³~. Knot by a long Cloud
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Like some Cat from Japan : night boat on the STYX
Domo ari*gato, mister Rob Otto.
³~. Música para barcos 🧜♀️ deer Siren, your pussy smells of green onions en un Merengue.
Saturday night I was downtown
Working for the FBI
Sittin’ in a nest of bad men
Whiskey bottles piling high
Night Boat 🚢 to CAIRO, with port calls in STYX and the Gulf of ‘America’.
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. From : Distant Light, which according to The Hollies is the last thing everyone sees before anyone steps or drops onto my SAIL.
… basically a blog for personne with no-point of view and as blind as he [personne] can see (punto y coma) best read in a no-where land :
https ://www .rtbf .be /les-beatles-en-studio-on-entend-lennon-et-mccartney-rire-en-composant-day-tripper
It’s an “oriental thing”
Ewe wouldn’t understand.
For context, please be advised that this bateau is fully-full, and now that the King has boarded this most non-consequential cruise to the underworld Öüï can sail out from the dock.
https ://www .npr .org /2026/08/28 /norways-king-harald-v-dies-king-haakon-viii
Along with the King, is the Clown, the Country Music Queen and of course the polkadot peddler who decorated Mí (Charon) with fiery eyes just like Virgilio did in the Aeneid, all are on board and the skiff (Ewe guessed It!) is made from Norwegian Would ; in other words Odysseus, “qué huevos del ganso en oro de MACUSPANA ni que ocho cueros curtidos en chapa d’oro”, la historia de Roma nace de Troya y no de una pinche loba.
Roast 🐽 in 🐷 peace 🪖 (punto y coma) Eye tells Ewe what Jacob, you son of a bitch, Le Kombucha sure is making John Heilemann look rough! YIKES! That’s some evil bootleg-grade 🍸hooch youse ingesting Now.
Any hoot, unpleasant as it may be on a Norwegian Cruise where Dolly and Yayoy are on, an unpleasant stowaway “worthy” of the label butcher in a GODWIN sort of way cheated the manifest list. Normally, which is to say never, do Öüï throw any passenger overboard, Eye mean—The Butcher is dead, Death did her part and Öüï’s not about to tell A TALL COOL WOMAN IN A BLACK DRESS that there is no room on the vessel to take the most-vile of Serbian generals to his final destination, which Öüï can assure will not part-on Dolly’s track.
https ://www .lemonde .fr /en /international /2026/08/28 /former-war-commander-ratko-mladic-to-receive-full-state-honors-in-serbia
In local news, with Mladić’s passing the title for the undisputed label of “the epitome of evil” is vacant and Russian commentator Xenia Fedorova, of Russian propaganda and CNEWS fame has her bloody (literally) roubles on an up-and-comer JEW who’s working on a NAZI dream in the role of Donald John Trump‘s, White House Deputy Chief of Staff for POLICY.
For Latin context, please be advised that Pulitzer Prize recipient Jon Meacham es un loquillo, por no decir que’sta tocado.
Never mind las mariposas amarillas, Pablito³
³~. Here come the hippos
FIP the PICOS
Well… Ewe’ve ho’id about Paez’ “mariposa” en el Circo Beat,¹ —it’s not one of those! This was a technicolor tardeada complete with art pieces that asked nothing from them colorful vintage paintings on black velvet in every Honkey Tonk household in the Southern United States, not necessarily of Elvis, but kitschy as fuck anyway.
¹~. https ://elpais .com /america-colombia /elecciones-presidenciales /de-la-espriella-sigue-los-pasos-de-milei -y-trump-al-anunciar-que-renunciara-a-su-salario-si-es-presidente.html
Shattered…
“Just as Ono’s artworks have always required the audiencce to complete them (eg, 1962’s Painting to Be Constructed In Your Head), so Season Of Glass can be seen as a work that ASKS for input from the listener to complete the message, FILL THE NEGATIVE space, LOOK FOR the missing pieces.“
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Pride and joy and greed and sex
That’s what makes that town the best
Pride and joy and dirty dreams
Are still surviving on the streets (shattered)
And look at me, I’m in tatters, yeah (shattered)
“La música viva siempre es mejor“, i can’t remember who coined that phrase, some say that it was el maestro de La Sonora Maracaibo, Raúl Chávez Arce, others still, claim that it was Jorge Saldaña en “Nostalgia”, in any case the MP3 and or vinyl sound was certainly jumping at the Arénes de Lutéce yesterday in the early evening ; complete i might add, with the cloud of dust and the 40°C or, 104°F readings on the Mercury scale if youse a WHITEXICAN from “La Sultana del Norte” en Nuevo León.
Lorne Michaels walks into a bar…
Ewe fuckin’ serious? Eye practically invented Chevy Chase, i’m Sirius and youse knot… I’ve been around for a long, long year, even stole many a man’s soul and faith ; not to mention their HUACHICOL ⛽
Battle Hymn of l’Hallelujah… charge 💳
https ://www .radiofrance .fr /club-jazzafip-du-dimanche-10-mai-2026 _FOREIGN 💋 TONGUES
Meanwhile, back at the bar, it’s a 6-3 ruling. Niggers be damned.
You dildos make me feel nostalgic for Joe Piscopo in the role of Soldier Boy.
Virginia USA… 2026 :
A Well Regulated Militia.
Commentary ; punto y coma if, and only if, the Supreme Court Of The United States overrules Virgina’s appeal on redistricting.
PiPoPe tatemado, courtesy of la Secretaria de Educación Pública.
… unless of course, Eugene Daniels thinks that it’s too soon to jump to conclusions.
Any 🦉 hoot, Jacqueline Alemany, “daughter of matriarchs” That’s My Story and John Lee Hooker’s stickin’ to it.
³~. Indeed, some might argue that Robert Downey Jr. invented the “blackface” back in 2008, but sources close to Las Tételas Rodantes relay that the majority of Zacapoaxtecos in 1862, were card-carrying collaborators of an exiled motley crue of Mexicans living in France know simply as, “Los Amigos de México en Francia. The bunch in Zacapoaxtla favored the French intervention and praised The Confederacy of the antebellum South in them United States. The Zacapoaxtecos were not, according to The Rolling Stones, heros of Cinco de Mayo ; not by a long shot, the heros of Cinco de Mayo were the misfits known simply as Los Tetelenses en Abundancia.
https ://es .wikipedia .org /wiki /Municipio_de_Tetela_de_Ocampo
Musical guest :
… as promised after X and Y : Z.
Uncle Billy and The “Collège de france” Band
Over at Lagrange’s farm, the physics don’t add up to the maths on those niños de Sheinbaum á la école… are Ewe tellin’ Mí that “Brown Sugar” comes now in sweet Saccharine flavor? Fucking Jäger and his rolling teteles, it figures… that nigger is getting up there in age, Öüï reckons that Mick could use the fake sugar now.
Sprechen sie Spanglish, or just Franglish… bitch la’da’da
In local Knews:
https ://www .radiofrance .fr /club-jazzafip-du-jeudi-23-avril-2026
I love you Marjolaine Portier-Kaltenbach, but you are bringing my Castellano down.
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The Sun came up to They, but nobody seemed to notice, etcetera, etcetera, etc…
La Aitch es puta, aka The Charleston, but that’s only because she’s from the South, Caroline !!!
América : Speak to Mí in Spanish.
Oh, Eye can tell that this is going to be a good Zhou!.. never mind the good life ; one has to be a Clochard for that 🎹
But first, the comic strip : etcetera, etcetera, etc…
Talk to me Marjo, on adore Luc, mais on passe notre tour, now let’s go to the Kitchen and meet Miss Behave.
It’s a wonderful Lie.
En fin, Susana Poveda, je n’aurais jamais pensé m’adresser à toi en jazz-Spick, mais nous y voilà, eh!?… O algo así.
Let’s break it down : by the numbers
1. The Sea, you see
2. La mort es amor (but only in Xochimilco)
and 3. Three is offset
Like Öüï been telling Ewe all, Eye neither selects the content, nor the toys ; i only install the batteries… and i sure as shit ain’t responsible for all of the steamy Windows 🪟.
Any 🦉 hoot, if Club Jazz en FIP was ever going to sound like a 1980’s porno film 🎥 tonight is the night you two³.
Microsoft and Meta announce large staff reductions as they spend big on AI
³~. In case you tú, are reading… these are my credentials : Octave up, in Birdland
On the menu : stinky cheese… the Bleu kind
So you know it’s good, with that in mind Jacqueline Alemany, Öüï’s gonna need a pinch of cumin on them pinto beans, and a smack of Em# lips 💋 on my 🍲 stew… i swear if only FIP had the fucking imagination.
Who took my huevos!? 🥚🍳 Hey, Ewe! Yeah you 🍜 soup-eating motherfucker 🫰🏻you got’s to pay for that.
Como se di che…
Green 🍏 Enchiladas
Fuck you and your red apple 🍎 we are going with green 🍏 apples, just because.
Leave my enchiladas alone, ah si… hands off my cannelloni, but you can taste my tostadas
With that in mind… Bon appétit, Frenchie, and enjoy the jazz.
15 d’enero, 2026 — i can see for Miles
Consider this insurrection an intermission
Cunty McQuiff
2026 Carte Blanche a PANTONE
After the break, it’s BASS!!! How Low Can Ewe Go? We “the staff” switch it over to Queens in New York where the Sounds of White Noize wreaks havoc with a hungry man.
No es lo mismo pero sí, si es igual.
https ://www .radiofrance .fr /fip /club-jazzafip /carte-blanche-a-bastien-d-l-homme-de-l-ombre-de-la-french-pop
« Avec quelle élégance il évite le mot suprémacisme… », but to really appreciate PANTONE at its best you should see how the color scheme-company licks Trump’s boot and what a delightful dump they shit.
If It’s Friday, fip is White!
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For the record, Marjolena Kalten-porten Cultos
The Miami Ghostsound Busters Sound.
For the ages… there was a time when Mexican radio stations were the gateway where Japanese cats feeling like Bowie flocked like seagulls across the Milky Way on The Beatles Universe… and then the POLICE arrived and literally lobbied C-SPAN³ to “kill the radio star” for some mime on “THE LAST SHIP”…
Siglo d’Oro Promotions y el hijo del Greco presents.
Now-a-theys… Mexican radio is shit, period! Consumed by corporate-types whose last priority is music, but rather repetitive jiggles which go on to explain why that fucking “buey en la barranca” jumped into it in the first place.
Jump to mañana 📞
Note to editors, and James Carville, professor at LSU³
³~. USMC, in other words, “U Suck My Cock”… Goooo, ARMY.
Over at 30 Rock, Mika’s Moving Out… and if that’s what it’s all about — let’s go to a Piano Bar.
For context, Professor Carville is a U.S. Marine Corps veteran, which means that the cock sucker was born in San Diego, California, by virtue of Camp Pendleton ; as for Mí, myself and, Eye, Öüï are Tank Operators from the Commonwealth of Kentucky…
Any 🦉 hoot, Chris Matthews… “Let’s play hardball,” but first allow Mí, to breakdown the LEGEND beneath Morning Star at La Samaritain (knot in the Gospels but on la bendita rue de Rivoli). It goes like this : one, tú, tree, fo!
It’s very easy if youse not into simplicity, really, all you have to do is play last night’s Club Jazz-a-fip (the podcast link is on yesterday’s short story) just click on the link and match (or synch) the time of each revision to what was being said trough the Sirens microphone.
That’s it! Easy.