Last night?

�Dad!�

HisSauceHood glances at the clock. It is 03:34. After having finished working at another nutty 17 hour day�and laying down to read at 01:15 or so, and turning off the light a bit more than an hour later�this was a RUDE hour. And that was your diarist�s first thought.

[Internally. �Man. What a rude hour.�]

�Dad!�

YourSauce fumbles and mentally mumbles his way down the hall.

�Yes, Insert-Name-Here Kiddo?� [Sounding gentle for a big oaf.]

�Um, I am sorry for interrupting you, dad. But I had a dream. And I need to tell you� Oh. I don�t know. I guess I�ll just go back to sleep. I love�� [In that tone he always follows love with YOU�and adds something like �so much it is like from here to the nearest alien-planet, which would be really far, right? And back. I love you that much, dad.� Instead he followed with a light little boy snore.]

I giggled as I schlumped back toward my soft and supple bedmate (er, clutch pillow.)

I am sorry for interrupting you?

DaKiddo is polite, even in the rudest hours of DaNight.

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Since I pimp The Persuasions regularly on this piece of unreal-estate�and we now own every available CD (most of them given away more than once� as I am swell like that and I like to support and evangelize frigging talent now and again. Especially those who have given me a ton of pleasure over the years.) Anyway� wrong turn at Albuquerque. I was driving out of one of the big-dumb-studio lots early this afternoon after sitting around �Doing A Meeting.� [Side note? Three kinds of water and three temperatures for each seems a bit PHUCKING over-the-top, no?] I don�t care who resides at the top floor of some building named after the lifetime achievement statue and long-dead actor/producer/director/writer at the Academy Awards (which is in HD this year so I get to see LollyPopHeads in high def�but I�ll prolly watch anyway. RandomSauce? Yep. Thanks. That�s me.) No one needs three water choices and all of them room, cool, or cold. Goofballs.

Back to the now-NON-story. And if it continues to be random�-it must be something to do with (as Mojo Nixon would put it) "the demon jism build-up"� so bear with me (no. Don�t take off your clothes, it is a figure of speech�And I didn�t want to see you naked anyway, and that would be the word 'Bare' okay?)

Yep. Random-As-Phuck-Today

Anyway�

I am leaving a big-ass Japanese Owned Movie Lot after a meeting today, (where I chose COLD Vichy, thanks for asking) and I climb in my happily aged auto (I got her when she was born, 196K miles ago, and I am So NOT So Very SoCal because I am keeping her �til she drops. ) with the stereo equipment that is on a constant upgrade path�and now is worth three times the value of the car. And I was in a pissy mood after having sat around accomplishing nothing with some goof who doesn�t even play games but wanted to talk about them�and instead talked about the films he had in production.

So. I wanted something loud and fast. In goes, Suicidal Tendancies' FreeDumb album, but it pops out quickly as it isn�t meeting THE NEED. In goes Fear �cuz New York�s Alright If You Don�t Mind Saxophones, but out it comes as I was surprised to find that Fear needed a vacation from my head. So. I spot 24/7 Spyz�and think, �Nope. Not today.� Digging through CD�s at the first redlight, I pop in DaBoy�s copy of On The Good Ship Lollipop, by The Persausions�and it doesn�t wanna pop out. I flick forward a few tunes to the amazingly kick-ass Gospel Version of On Top Of Spaghetti�and head for 120 db with the windows down�. Singing-along as is my normal wont with everything good. Loudly. I might add. Well, even.

Back to the tune? I get to the first time the word sneezed is used�and I see someone gesticulating wildly in the convertible to my left. I get to the garden and under a bush, and I pause the music. I look over and my brain kinda registers that I have seen this human� and then the voice asking me who I am listening to reminds me where. I start to tell him and folks are honking. I point off to the right with a quizzical look (and yes that particular face is my main talent. Shut UP!) He nods, and I pull over. He pulls over in front of me� and wanders back to my auto. I tell him that the band is The Persuasions� and that they are wonderful, that they were originally signed by Zappa back in the 60�s, that they are the kings of a cappella music, that they have about 40 years and 30 albums to their name, that they are resurgent now� and on. I pop out the CD, and put it in the jewel case, and grab their current Beatles cover album for good measure. And I hand them out the window. He looks at them carefully, and asks for a pen. I grin and say, �keep them.�

I�ll get more. I like to support these guys.

He says, �You sure?�

�Yep. Sez I.�

�Well? Well. Thanks!� Sez he.

�Enjoy them, and buy more for family and pals, OK?� says your diarist.

�I will. I will.� Says the guy who pulled me over to ask about The Persuasions.

�Have a good afternoon, Ving.� Says I.

�Thanks�� Says Ving looking kinda poleaxed.

By the next light I had figured out that Ella and Satch hit the spot.

--SauceLovesASillyStoryAndHisKid