
I spent the afternoon laying around in the L.A. sun. Partly because tan lines are sexxxy and also because it was too hot to do anything else. I passed the wave of heat by steady grooving to the sounds of Alan Wilkis' new album "Purple and Rain." I popped in the CD to my iPod and just steady laid back as I watched all the tall blond bombshells roll by. The funky beats are pure sensory overload. Like one of those sensory deprivation tanks that John Cage used to talk about - but completely opposite. Some might say it's like [...]