The Queen of Soul
Location: Twin Palms, Palm Springs, CA
I just sent my 'girl of the moment' home with Jilly.
I prefer to sleep alone. She was a cute girl...
Karen, I think her name was. Anyway, not my type at
all. Of course I didn't say anything like that to her
when Jimmy Van Heusen brought her by. You never do
that to a woman. Particularly the kind of woman Karen
is, if you get my drift. These ladies deserve respect
and rarely get it. They work hard and it's a
difficult, dangerous and thankless job.
Anyway, she and I had dinner, listened to some music,
sat out by the pool and watched the sun set. I
slipped her $500, a signed photograph and the phone
number to an agent who'll take care of her and get
her the acting career she really wants.
Speaking
of people who work hard, I just read
this
article about Aretha Franklin. She put out a
collection of her duets throughout the years. Her
favorite one? I'll give you three guesses and you
better get it right on the first one. Yes sir, her
favorite is the one she sang with The Chairman
himself. I'm touched, absolutely touched.
This lady's got power, real power, just listen to
her. She could sing a tax return with feeling. Even
though everyone knows her name and she's a true star,
she deserves to be an even bigger star than she is.
Aretha truly is the Queen of Soul as only a queen
could ever really touch my soul. Buy her album, for
yourself and everyone you know. Again, I don't make
requests, just do it.
A Little Gratitude
Location: Twin Palms, Palm Springs, CA
I’m sendin’ a “Thanks, Sinatra” lighter out to the kid who runs this site here. Apparently he’s been keeping the torch alive for The Chairman and he’s a big, big fan (then again, who isn’t, right?). So he gets the first lighter I’ve given out in years (and I don’t just toss these things out… meaning I don’t just toss out thanks, I’ve got a plane load of the lighters).
I’m slowly getting my crew back together. I don’t
want every yes-man I’ve ever known around me…at least
not at first. I’m doing it in stages, reading what
might have been said about me in my absence, figuring
out who was worthwhile and who was just a party
crasher, a wannabe.
Believe me, you find out real fast who your friends
are when you’re down for the count, particularly when
they think the count is over. Vultures. I’m not going
to name any names just yet, but you know who you are
and more importantly, I know who you are... and where
you are. Word to the wise; the party’s over.
Speaking
of parties, I finally got in touch with my world
famous “entertainment coordinator“, Jimmy Van Heusen
(can you believe it, the guy named himself after a
shirt. A SHIRT! I’ll tell you, Chester’s a real
stitch. Gotta’ love it.).
Tonight, he proved once again that he hasn’t lost a
trick, in either song or his other great talent (more
on that later).
I’m still looking for George Jacobs. I hear he’s living near here, but so far we haven’t been able to turn him up. If anyone knows where he’s holed up, let me know.
And George, if you’re reading this, I’m not saying I’m sorry (do I ever?), but I am saying I know how it really went down and 40 years seems like a long enough punishment. Get in touch with Gloria and get your ass back to the Twin Palms or I’ll fire you again! I’m thinking of moving back over to Bowmont Drive, so get cracking. I don’t like sitting still for too long.
It’s been a long day, but I’ve got a few more minutes before the sun starts to rise. I’ve defeated another night. Ever wonder why orange is my favorite color? Stay up and watch the sunrise baby, you’ll fall in love with it too.
