I’m glad the portrait of Ben Franklin stayed the same on the new $100 bill. There’s something about his slight, tight frown, the paternal hint of disappointment in his eyes and those pursed, sealed lips that seem to say, “I don’t approve of what you’re doing, but I can’t stop you from rolling this banknote into a straw and ripping a fat rail of white lightning in the Buffalo Wild Wings handicapped bathroom stall, you goddamn beautiful disaster.”
Just rediscovered the book I was obsessed with when I was in 5th grade.
The Barefoot Contessa
1972 Rhoda Scott throwin’ down on the Hammond C3 with one speed 22H Leslie with drummer Cees Kranenburg Jr.