Mike "C." Bucuvalas, in a familiar pensive pose, will host this week.
As most of you know, our very own Bobaloo was a regarded-high poet in the Sixites who penned psychedelic sonnets under the nom de Haiku of "F Train Bobby." In 1965, at a poetry slam in Saskatchewan he didn't even know he was at, he befriended another toiler in the vineyard of allusions and illusions, one L. Cohen. They have kept up their correspondence to this day.
Bobaloo often writes to L. about the goings-on within Tower Ridge Poker Cronies; L. has lately been sharing with Bobaloo tales from his worldwide concert tour. As it turns out, the two story lines met when L. introduced a song in London recently that referenced Bobaloo's mounting concern for P. Wolf's and D. Stein's affliction. Hear it for yourself.