Freedom At Point Zero

Tomorrow is going to be a special day.  I am going to Mecca.  By way of Sacramento.  Take that quizzical look off your face and don't dare ask if I am stoned or what.  For the record, I am not stoned.  Or high.  But I do have a Vicodin on board, so I am comfy.

The great gods of Sprint decided it was worth the money to send me to Sacramento to see the State of California for some meetings.  You know me, I can't be within a few faultlines of San Francisco without going there, if not for anything more than to walk through Nordstrom and Bloomingdale's on Market Street, or a beer at the Lone Star (Loin Stare Bar).  And so it shall occur tomorrow.  Gonna get in that plane, fill it with gas, tell everyone to kiss my ass, I am going to the Promised Land. 

SF is so synonymous with certain kinds of music, one of which is Jefferson Airplane, a/k/a Jefferson Starship, a/k/a Starship, a/k/a Grace Slick.  How many times have I said if I die I want to come back as Grace Slick for all the drugs and booze?  Well, it has been a few times.  The Haight in the 60's, peace/love/war, the Hells Angels at Altamonte.  Good times all.  I mean, how reasonable is it to say you want to come back as Steve Perry and Journey?  Not.  Even though "Lights" is the anthem of that town.  Don't give me that whole "We Built This City" crap, that was a cool song, but nothing more than a radio recording. 

So, even though Jefferson Starship's album "Freedom At Point Zero" had basically only one hit from it, which was a screamfest called Jane, there was what I thought was a pretty prophetic song, which was the title track. I went to Google to find those lyrics and the song isn't at ALL like I thought it was, so you know, whatever I just wrote, fuck it.  Go ahead, Steve Perry's mullet is all yours.

Maybe I will walk around town and ask the whereabouts of the "Nuclear Wessel at Alameda."  Or find that pizza place in the Marina District where Kirk had the pizza to go right before Chekov fell off of the deck of the aforementioned Nuclear Wessel at Alameda.  Shrug.  Doubt that.

Yep, tomorrow we will be LIVE at FIVE in the City by the Bay, the City that Rocks, the City that never sleeps!  Hope like hell there ain't an earthquake, I have meetings on Wednesday morning back in Sacramento!  But being so fucking AR that I am, I have two escape routes at the ready if the Bay Bridge is damaged.