Everybody east of the Mississippi, be sure turn your eyes to the sky tommorrow and wish J-Ho a save flight as he wings over you on his way to the land of ice and snow, of the midnight sun where the hot springs flow. J-Ho, you’ll be happy to know I just spent 20 mintues finding these lines from “Masters of the Universe,”

Teela: Don’t say goodbye. Say Good Journey.
Duncan: It is an old Eternian saying. Live the journey, for every destination is but a doorway to another.
Julie Winston: Good Journey.

Speaking of fond fairwells, let me say a few words about our dear Uncle Grambo of whatevs.org shuffling off this Midwestern Coil, bound for great things shilling for Viacom in NYC. CBGBs closing doesn’t make me sad, ’cause hey, there are a million shitty, filthy bars in the world and having a punk landmark is an effing lame contradiction. But there is only one Mark Graham, and even if she doesn’t deserve them anymore, Detroit needs more guys like him, not less.

I can only imagine more of the FOW crew will slowly leak out of town and while if you’re looking for an effing lame contradiction, a guy who left town complaining about people moving away from Detroit is a fine speciemen, but whatevs — Did you know Peabs got married? What’s next will Krengals say something smart? Will Gorilla stop talking really fast when he’s drunk? Will Retrobuzz be less surly? Will Tiz not tiz? I’ll admit I suddenly have a lot of time on my hands, but it worries me all the same.