Beulah Land

I had a dream about Dusty last night. It happens every couple of months. They're always really pathetic. And when I remember them in the morning I always feel this odd, slightly self-righteous sort of loneliness. There's a pattern to it. I could probably make it into a song or something.

Anyway, now there's a German in the room who speaks very good, very concise English. Full of command sentences. He ends up sounding very demanding. I find him hilarious. But he doesn't know that.


Here's a pretty solid release from the pseudo-legendary Bronx duo Camp Lo.




Camp Lo-In Black Hollywood