Local Girl Makes Mood

July 11th, 2026

Mixtape-material shopping is my A#1 prisoner retail therapy. Blowing bags of booty keeping mine moving through workouts, psyche escapes, and breakdowns the soundtrack is critical to my survival along with blogging (hi!) and comic books. Transportation is key to living here.

Perusing the stacks with my fingertips I find the damnedest things, like last week's Screamin' Jay Hawkins anthem "Same Damn Thing" for instance I'd have never snatched off :20 sample seconds outside that click, unearthing daily-mandatory gold (check it on #36 - "One Thankful Moffuggah" Chapter 2). So much treasure with this pastime, so much pleasure anytime. Tunes are our top investment here because they last beyond one sitting and cant get stolen.

Putting in my rigors on a random search a familiar name from my three decades in Lexington KY. Laura Bell Bundy, child actress, "Derbytante", and all-around girlebrity for a spell with Jumanji, Broadway "Legally Blonde" plus soap work natch on a lush record cover with retro furniture I'd bet outta Street Scene, town staple for a hot minute or mayhap not. Behind Ultimate Firewall, I hazard guesses and frequently hit surprises you gentle folk know intrinsically. Never ate hush puppy-coated nothin', seen Beiber buck-naked (I take meds specifically to cope with this), watched Moon Knight or Peacemaker, had that Starbucks cold drank with the cryo juice, or knew about home-girl's 2022 "Achin' and Shakin'" release I snatched "Cigarette" off. Speaking to me as my last lung-snack was 5 AM July 5, 2015 and I was known as the Lord's smokestack prior.

Verdict? Not bad, Bundy. Lexington and music are interwoven to me like Northpoint Training Center is with the same only no external speakers anymore since joy got banned, reward for not stabbing or beating each other with locks on the reg. Maybe it'll come back so we can have pizzas and crafts on our shelves. Hope springs eternal I s'pose. DJing was highlight of Lex life with two years behind the mic and tables for "Girls In the Garage", my lady-music showcase when a track an hour was the commercial limit. There I learned about everything from kd lang to the Runaways, Loretta Lynn to Etta James, Ella Fitzgerald to Patti Smith.

 Deciding this atmospheric semi-torch country infusion perfect for the breakup this week brought could've only been inspired on a child named Laura by radio personality later called Batmama I want the credit obviously due for this track perfect on my "Asshole Antidote" mix with the Hawkins jam, disco by Chic, rap by KRS-One, 50 Cent, and "Crap", abbreviated country-rap besides the Latto/Jelly Roll "Mama" track providing exception to my generally rigid politic. Adaptation breeds survival. That's me and Laura who I think of like a daughter now and hope is speed-dialing Gov. Beshear stat re: pardoning her caged spirit guide. Send a car, La-La. Have a black large men's onesie, 34" Oldham Sexy-fits, a Guide London corrugated rubber jacket with a pack of Kamel Red Lights or whatever they go by now, and some'a that cold brew bean-fluid.

You can tell me some celebrity goss to blog I'll swap with prison garbage you cool kids love. Then we'll go get ripped on our particular poisons and let the blasting freedom help me forget the cold slap of feeling unloved. Even out those gates, still we always need to escape.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-hzF9Spg4ro&list=RD-hzF9Spg4ro&start_radio=1